Yet a further continuation in the crusade of the gunfighter, Drake. He'd met up with Sten Ivories, a mercenary like himself, and asked for assistance. Now they must do battle with soldiers of unknown origin and influence.
I haven't updated this site for quite some time and I've started taking a writing class. This is the first composition I did for it, and I'm pretty proud of myself. It's experimental, and short (it had to be less than 500 words), but I hope you like it!
Drake, a gunfighter in a post nuclear world, has accepted a mission to locate a farmer named Richard Hill, who'd been abducted by one of the local crime families living in New York. In times of trouble, we turn to our friends. Drake's no exception.
It's the final installment! This entire story is actually pretty old: I couldn't get the formatting to work.
This is a twist on the fairytale The Frog Prince, heavily inspired in style by Roald Dahl's Revolting Rhymes
The Storyteller sets the stage. A young mercenary gets more than he'd bargained for. Something stirs in the sleepless sands of far off dunes. The story I've 'not' been writing has finally begun to make it onto the page. This is just the beginning of a much longer project.
This one has been some people's favorite and others' least favorite, because its style is different from my usual style. So yeah, it's an interesting one. Enjoy?
A funny twist on the age old tale. Characters have changed and names as well. Wonder what happens?
A fortune spirit struggles to impart its simple gift. This is a rewrite of a very, VERY old story that I wrote back in my high school creative writing class of 1996, when I was fifteen. Everyone seemed to love it back then, so, what the heck, I thought. Let's do an update. I took the basic story idea and gave it more depth and description, lengthening it from one page to three. It's still pretty short and sweet and simplistic, but I rather like it. I wanted to add something a bit more uplifting to my library.
A poem I wrote for an English project on King Henry VIII. . . There was a mention of a fortune teller found at a banquet, who was kicked out. I wrote the poem from her view, trying to convince others that she's NOT evil.
The Menni have long viewed themselves as the protectors of Caranor but for centuries the Sarians have been trying to eliminate all trace of their old cultures and beliefs. Taemar, one of the protectors of the Menni gods, seeks to travel and find allies who might sympathize with the plight of the Menni, but will his brother agree to let him leave?
Written for Bifrost's 'Macabre Carnival' project. Would knowing the future allow us to change it? The lives of three friends are changed completely when they stumble across a carnival on their way home... (thanks to Stephanie Schauer for editing help)
a young woman with ten companions looses her way in a forest filled with danger