This is the opening to my story-in-progress. I've got more written, but I figure I might as well post it a bit at a time to give me leeway to write more. 'Red Sky' is my personal version of the never-ending adventure that every fantasy writer seems to carry around in their back pocket, and rarely finishes. It's loosely based on ancient history, daydreams, and my own desire to see more camraderie in fiction.
Part 4 - plot continues to unravel, much is learned in *ahem* history class.
Given that I wrote this a long time before 'Modern Household Deities' and that my favourite Terry Pratchett book of all time is Hogfather, it might be reasonably assumed that I have an obsessive fixation with the idea of strange, house-dwelling gnomes whose chore it is to make our lives difficult. I quite like it, personally. :)
An older story. I put it up because it says I need two stories. It was already typed, so whatever.
This is a longer story, still in growing. This is Chapter 1; in which people mostly meet.
A short story, or rather begining, i wrote on a camping trip...Just to clarify, the battle in the background is between a small town and a tribe of trolls...and i'm still undecided whether the child is an elf or not....hmmm....
Okies, well...it's part 2, not much else to say...
OK, this is another story that is broken up into parts. And I really don't know how many there'll be. Anyways, please don't ask about the title. All will revealed in time. (I think) So, just read. And comment. And give me constructive criticism please. But whatever you do.. don't ask. Just don't. Thanks. ^^
Part seven. World Travelers, Old aquaintances you've never met, TV programs and the center of the dust bowl? Yeah, I believe that's about right... Probably the end of the first half. I won't have a chance to write anymore on this story for a long while, maybe not until winter holidays. Maybe if there's a rainy day sometime, but I dunno. So here you are, part seven. If you leave an email, I will email you when I update this story next time (whenever that may be).
Another 'Apocolypse Destroys the World' type story. Like there's isn't enough of them already...Well, anyway, I just got an idea and went with it. This actually took me about three days to write. I didn't hammer it out in a matter of hours like I normally do for a chapter in my ongoing stories.I don't normally do 'short' stories, tending to like to explore characters more than events. In fact, this is only my second posting of one. I've already been told its too long to be considered 'short' but I think most people can finish it in one sitting. That's what counts as 'short' to me.I don't wanna give anything away, but I think I should mention that I didn't describe the 'Beasts' on purpose. They were meant to be abstract, hopefully calling upon you, the reader, to fill in the blanks about their appearance, and maybe drag you into the story a bit more... hopefully to give you a sense of how desperate the situation is.With that out of the way I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think, I could really use the feedback.
As of now if you're stilling reading up on these, I am asking you for a name for my demon character, if you want to see it look at my gallery for him.
The house was quiet at midnight. I could find nothing else better to do than to listen to my boyfriend breathe on the phone. I tip-toed up to my room and stuffed my head under some blankets to drown out my voice when I talked. He was busy watching TV, and I hated being ignored. So I rambled on these simple words and decided to write them down. I thanked him after being so quiet.
Ascov is a country that has been ravaged by civil war and terrorism, its people caught up in the fight for the crown. The Book of Blood has told the next Ruler who they were for over ten centuries. But fifteen years ago, a problem arose. The pages dictating who would next claim the throne mysteriously dissapeared. Diplomats and lords aren't enough to hold the dying country together anymore, and unless someone finds the pages...
not sure where this one came from...just sorta appeared. don't know what it means or what sick freudian subconscious thing i was trying to work out...but here it is, in whatever glory it may have...
This is the fifth chapter of my story. Overall I think it is okay but something seems to be missing...I think it might be how the characters react, or more so their lack of reaction to the situations that unfold...Any ideas? Anyway like always please tell me what you think! I love to hear all comments so even if they are negative I'd love to hear the criticism. Like I said, I'm not fully pleased with this so if you have any ideas as to why that may be or how it can be fixed, please let my know. Okay well, here it is, enjoy!
Does she live? does she die? I dunno...can't tell you here because everyone will read this first and I'll give away half the story and then people will get mad and....ok I'll stop now... ^.^
Cordelia has been fleeing for months, and she finally snaps, causing herself to be captured. She finds herself in a type of a haven for mutants, however, not in a type of jail she would be in if her initial pursuers had caught her. The mutants want- need- her help, and she decides to stay with them for a while, just because it is a safehouse from her other predators. However, her other pursuers will stop at nothing to find her, not even harming her new allies...