The year is 2003, and the world is a much as we know it. A secret US facility in a remote corner of the Iraqi desert has started messing with the fabric of reality in ways man ought not, and there are those who would pay any price to stop them...and change the world forever. This is the tale of the Shadow Weave, the beginning of the Brave New World.
Inspired by Bifrost's 'Mad Hatters On Parade'. At first, I thought it was too low quality to put here or to add to Bifrost. I should know better. It's not like this is an elitist twit gallery. I should have submitted this to them when I had the chance. Now I just want to have something else up here. I wrote this after weeks of trying to come up with something to give Bifrost. Finally, after pulling an all nighter, I blurted it out before dragging myself to bed. That evening, I posted it on WritersCo, parading 'sleep deprivation' as a helpful writing exercise. Written on May 30, 2006. Note for Mods: My previous upload of this story had a bug regarding my use of no-break spaces. I've since removed those.
inspired by the song 'Wide Open Space' by Mansun(check it out its an awesome song, I'm addicted to it at the moment, lol). Written from the perspective of a spaceship.
Here is an opening, I want you to tell me what ought happen next. The best suggestion will get it written. The main character is a halfdemon, with a human form, who has run away from Hell because has worked out that the torturing of souls and bringing of evil is not what he wants to do with eternity. He is a demon who wants to be saved.
A loud boom sounds as the world is destroyed in a mage-blast. Now, the mage Ashra must go back in time and end the war that cause the blast. But to end the war, she must destroy the army, and that can be difficult. And she has her family again. How will she live, knowing when and how they will all die?
the three get to know eachother when something terrible happens.
The second installment about Anaylia
This is a poem dedicated to Lews Therin Telamon. I used end rhyme and there are two breaks in it, just to keep it sounding clear. I'm still working on my poetic skills however, and I wanted to give a break from Luck and Lust as well.
The pros and cons of being a manufactured superstar.
the third instalment of the Black Rose. New Characters!! Woo! lol. Enjoy!
For those of you who were wondering just what the Immortals were discussing in 'The Immortal Council,' here is an account of the death of a city, told by one of the survivors.
Tenlotte is a world in the far future, a world where magic and technology exist side-by-side. But things are far from harmonious on Tenlotte. Political unrest is rampant in the country of Erom, where the elf that works beside you today might be on the sales block in the slavemarket tomorrow. The ruling class consists of three races: human, volix and malix (a rare and highly regulated hybrid species of human and volix). This is the story of Chela, a young malix. Hers is not a typical Tenlotten life. Here we have climax and resolution (in a way) and our story draws to an end...for now.
Indeed, this story is a sort of spin-off...kind of...thing...from Glo 'the Bug' Bowden's (I have her permission, yea, even the permission of Cardboard Hut herself, to post this) Trench Coats and Love Notes. Check it out here: http://www.elfwood.com/libr/g/b/gbowden2/trench_coats_and_love_notes01.htm.html This is the tale of Glass Slipper when she has her first encounter with the all-too-cooky (not to mention tacky) Russian inventor, Silver Spoon. I should mention that I have nothing against Russians, by the way. Just thought I'd clarify. This is the first story that I've really ever written, but don’t feel that you must go easy on me. Let me have it with the comments! Have a joyous time.
The viewpoint of the would-be villian turned hero. What made him turn, you ask? Well, it was more than was writen here. It is part of the fun of the story.
Written March 29, 2002 *sigh* Don't you love math? This was just something I wrote to waste time...
Simply put, this is a story about a guy named Shawn Carter. Based on a dream I had but never finished (alarm clock wanted my immediate attention). The sci-fi element isn't really strong in this chapter. It's there, but it isn't what it will be later in the story, so don't freak out at me 'cause it's set on earth. Just keep reading... If you like it, leave comments. If you hate it, leave comments. You know the drill. HAND! (Oh, yeah. Latest revision was made August 6, 2006, for those of you who have been following Carter's story.)