So...no titles for this one, for there isn't supposed to be one...there are exactly nine syllables in each line...
I don't exactly know where this one spawned from, except that I first thought of this (very randomly) while some of my friends were talking about a certain Australian crocodile hunter who seems to love wrestling and poking potentially dangerous and sometimes venemous reptiles (though that has nothing to do with this particular story). Enjoy!
Imagine you are atop a lonely hill in the middle of the desert just at moonrise. Suddenly you are transported into a realm of myth and magic. You fall under a deep spell...
So, well, what sex is it already? -cough- ... These fellers came into my head this month (september) and wouldn't leave me alone until wrote something about them down. Hopefully more information and/or story to follow this piece.
This is a fantasy poem about a girl who was trapped by magic because of her choices. Set in the middle ages.
This is the first chapter in my epic book Forever Shadow. The map in the beginning (if it even shows up) will be really small since I had to rescale it and will be hard to read. I recommend that you see my full map at my Elfwood art gallery to be found here.
Mirion is a made-up name; it has no significance besides sounding good to my ears. Hey, this is fantasy, right? Anyway, I'd say this poem leaves quite a bit open to interpretation on the reader's part. What do you think about it?
Also known as 'La Belle Dame'. (Yes, I know that means 'The Beautiful Lady' in French. Still. Friend works better in this case.) Written quite a while ago, since I haven't been working in English all that much as of late . . . I guess this is a tribute to all the friends I've enstranged over the years I'd had to move around, the times that I fell into depression and didn't want anyone near me. My way of saying sorry, I think.
Karrie and Lissa were running from their principal-gone-crazy, whose name has been changed to winnow franz... jsut so you know. they are still running... only at an incline... exciting eh? the next part is going to come soon... i hope.
This is my first attempt at a fantasy poem. I hope you all like it.
Well I haven' t uploaded in a while. Actually I haven't really written anything in while. But I'm jumping back in whith a whole lot more ideas and a way better understanding of how this story is going to pan out. I'm sad to say that I will not be uploading anymore of Where Fools Walk Freely, (or at least not in any chronological order) the best we can hope for are exerpts. The reason I'm doing this is because one day I want to publish it, and the story up untill know hasn't really been that interesting. You can email me if you like and Ill send you the few experts I have so far. The good news is that I'm delving right back into Cross My Heart, which believe it or not, actually came first. But then i realized that the story was much better if their places were reversed and Voila. Two (eventual) seires about the same world. Comments on this would be REALLY appreciated. Don't worry about my feelings, please. Also everthing I post up here is a really really rough draft, I'm a teenager, we change our minds. Haha
Behind my childhood home is a park. And in the park is a tree that was picked out for each member of my family. Mine is this pretty olive tree. And no, I never grew taller than my tree.
Chapter 3 of the Velvet Stake entails another 'chance' meeting between Alexander Dark and Serenity Goode. His obsessions with her grow even though he's known her all of two days. Told in Alexander's perspective.
a group of rangers camp on a creepy hill, but they soon learn of the terrors it holds at night.
The first part of a series I'm writing. In this first part we meet two witches who's in a bit of a jam at the moment and are trying to figure out how to solve the situation. Comments and above all critisism are very much welcome.
I was bored one night and this is what happened due to lack of anything better to do. Creepy.