Just a somewhat surreal little thing describing the sea... Related to a character in a fantasy story I'm writing... I gave this to a friend once as a gift, I believe...but that doesn't mean I can't put it in Elfwood... Kind of a Celtic/Maritime air about it...and with good reason... The story I mentioned has to do much with Faeries, which as you hopefully know, were (and are) a large part of Celtic mythology...
A doctor with name Rick Thompson goes on a trip through the swamps in his car to meet an friend of him cause this friends wife is going to give birth to a child soon. Though at the end of the night, he will be the new guardian of the dead... azrael. This story was a heap of inspired through a long drive in the cold fog i had not too long ago.
A prince from a different land arrives in ours and is captured and treated as a monster. Another story inspired by a Genesis song.
Ok... I wrote this... guess where? In the fog, alone. The fog was so peaceful, and it seemed so magical, I had to write something about it. So... I did! :)
What would it be like to be the last person alive? Random thoughts turn into a short story...think I threw enough apocalyptic things at a time in there?
Jenn and Lear is chased by something and seek shelter in a monastery, but are they really safe? Here is part 3, this time with a slight christmas-feel. Happy Holydays everybody.
This is a story-poem brought on from my having spent too much time exploring the fantasy art in the elfwood galleries... the first thing I've actually finished in months. Amazing what a foggy day and too much inspiration can do...
I wrote this one day... don't remember when... ... ... hmm. All well. Very first entry! Enjoy! *mutters to self* Horses don't taste any better than unicorns. *springs on a rabbit* Meow! *steals rabbit from me* Hey! *growls* That's mine! *runs after Butterscotch, screeching*
A man, not of this world fled to Earth to start a new life. For him to stay here safely he had to adhere to a few conditions... a few conditions he didn't expect to follow.
This is part of my story that i have been writing ever since age 11, it did get to chapter 8 at one point, but due to computer problems i lost it all, apart from what i had printed out. it has come on very slowly since then, as i have got rid of much of it anyway. this is the only finished chapter. there are illustrations from this story on my lothlorien gallery.
This is an old Gondrian folksong moaning the loss of the kingdom of Thoria, which was stolen by the Dark, with all people left to mindlessly roam the world ... forever? (It's from »Beyond the Fog Gate«, the sequel to »The Ice Flute«, just in case you wondered).
Usually I'm not into writing poems, but sometimes they're just coming to me and I gotta write them... Well, here you go:
'Hope' is a story I wrote for my Science Fiction class. As such, you might want to read the backstory I've provided here *wink*. It turned out really quite well, and I hopefully you will all enjoy it. It centers around a world I have created, the planet T'jan. T'jan's people, the war-loving Jannans, have destroyed the atmosphere. The gases given off by their inumerable war machines has corrupted it to the point of an acidic haze, and nearly all water has evaporated off of the planet. Now, the Jannans live relatively simple lives, either huddled about settlements near the remaining water supplies, or are nomads that wander about the land. Our story begins with Kadeen, whose simple life is about to change forever...
The first of three parts. This is my take on the classic story of Beauty and the Beast. 11-30-06: Yaaay! My first ever mod's choice! I am so happy!!!!!!!!
I thought my story was too blatant. My creative writing teacher thought it was too subtle, and in fact didn't get it at all. What do you, the gentle reader, think is happening?
This is the beginning of a short story I wrote many years ago, when I was about 14 (so sorry if there are many mistakes, Y tried to correct them all but I probably haven't succeded).