A Fairy Tale of New York - Part 4

Sean Daily

My first story from my new roleplaying system! I call it Witchgun, and it's set in New York City in 1936, in an alternate timeline where vampire bats (called chiroptim) and humans have evolved side by side. It's partly a reaction to modern depictions of vampires, which are ultra-hip, ultra-stylish, ultra-powerful and ultra-amoral. Characters like that just stick in my craw. I wanted vampires that had real problems - family, jobs, paying the bills, raising the kids, enduring prejudice - and who weren't immortal and who weren't all powerful. This is the fight in the Benthic Hall. Ack! I can't stand the suspense!

A Fairy Tale of New York - Part 3

Sean Daily

My first story from my new roleplaying system! I call it Witchgun, and it's set in New York City in 1936, in an alternate timeline where vampire bats (called chiroptim) and humans have evolved side by side. It's partly a reaction to modern depictions of vampires, which are ultra-hip, ultra-stylish, ultra-powerful and ultra-amoral. Characters like that just stick in my craw. I wanted vampires that had real problems - family, jobs, paying the bills, raising the kids, enduring prejudice - and who weren't immortal and who weren't all powerful. Sebastian and Jacob are joined by two allies. One makes a big impression - in the Benthic Hall. The other leaves our heroes nonplussed.

A Fairy Tale of New York - Part 5

Sean Daily

My first story from my new roleplaying system! I call it Witchgun, and it's set in New York City in 1936, in an alternate timeline where vampire bats (called chiroptim) and humans have evolved side by side. It's partly a reaction to modern depictions of vampires, which are ultra-hip, ultra-stylish, ultra-powerful and ultra-amoral. Characters like that just stick in my craw. I wanted vampires that had real problems - family, jobs, paying the bills, raising the kids, enduring prejudice - and who weren't immortal and who weren't all powerful. Will Jacob, Sebastian, Sehora and Hiller survive the Battle of Benthic Hall! I can't take it! Read on, quick!

First Awakening

James Spaid

This was a story / pic trade with the multi talented Flynn Firewing of the Gryphon's Guild. It was created for her as a prelude to a story of her own, yet is still an interesting read by itself. A historical fantasy tale of secrets and answers, of friendship and loss, of adventure and vengence. I unfortunately rushed the end, but I still think that it came out well. All characters are copyright Flynn Firewing.

Prologue: Magician, Man and Beast

Daniel Williamson

 Cycle of Life:Prologue Armoured knights trampled the village green to mud. To those caught in their path, they appeared to be bizarre monsters, their humanity hidden beneath hard, chitinous shells; razor-sharp swords gilded red in the most precious of substances - life’s blood.All around, the air was thick with despair as the wounded reached out to one another with open hearts. The dead pretended to ignore their fate. Some lay with their ears pressed to the ground, as if listening to the slow heartbeat of the earth. Others directed their eyes upwards, watching cinders trace a lazy arc through temperate skies.A shrill cry cut through the clamour of battle as an Arch-Mage, dressed in bright ceremonial robes, gave a renewed call to arms. The animalistic scream took to the air: a symbiotic blood-cry fashioned from a living soul, savagely pried loose from its corporeal holdings.The invaders moved in a grim dance as they engaged the unarmed villagers in combat. Each wore a filthy white surcoat emblazoned with the twin signets of faith. The ancient symbol, which comprised of two interlocking rings enclosing a stylistic pattern, represented the link between heart and mind. Some of the village elders recognized it for what it truly was: a powerful sigil designed to unify the men in single-minded combat. Such tactics rendered them unstoppable, as it was easier to control men through magic than the archaic bonds of brotherhood and loyalty.The invaders marched towards their defenceless foes; gazes filled with righteous indignation; cold hearts ablaze with lust for battle.Death it seemed possessed its own voice. Its horror rent the still morning air. Everywhere, horror overlaid beauty - a grotesque juxtaposition of life and death. Then, the wheels of time unfurled a new day - a day as bright as the blood spilled freely beneath it.As one, the army came to a complete halt. The soulless invaders coldly perused the battlefield. Bloodied and battered helms concealed deadpan faces and unseeing eyes. As a new and monstrous future was ready to be born,

The Telephone Pole

Jon Hanson

My first major accident.

Two the Thistle Chapter 4

Christopher Heisserer

Since nothing has been seen of Ellu or Dractis since Chapter 1, I found it fitting to include this chapter, as well. It gives a strong overview of the world-wide character-development of races, individual characters of note, and further develops Ellu's dispassion for research, though he learns much from his studying.

Shingo Number Three

Brady Barros Feltch

In this installment Shingo meets another character and the plot quickens (and thickens ^_^).

A Fairy Tale of New York - Part 1

Sean Daily

My first story from my new roleplaying system! I call it Witchgun, and it's set in New York City in 1936, in an alternate timeline where vampire bats (called chiroptim) and humans have evolved side by side. It's partly a reaction to modern depictions of vampires, which are ultra-hip, ultra-stylish, ultra-powerful and ultra-amoral. Characters like that just stick in my craw. I wanted vampires that had real problems - family, jobs, paying the bills, raising the kids, enduring prejudice - and who weren't immortal and who weren't all powerful. The title, of course, is from the Pogues song of the same name, which is of course from the J.P. Donleavy novel of the same name. This song was a favorite of one of my friends, and you'll see how appropriate it is as you read.

If Walls Could Speak

Ashley Beerbroer

This is a short story originally written during freshman year of high school. We had to write a horror story. I decided to do mine on like a CLUE crossover kinda thing. We have a group of people invited to a house by their friends, but end up being misslead. Then they start to mysteriously die, one by one. Spoiler alert....the house does it.

Yours in Hope

eightrooks

A bounty hunter and his adopted daughter get an unexpected Christmas visitor. (This references another story which isn't currently on Elfwood, but it should still work as a standalone piece.)

Earth and What Became of It

Christopher

A look into God, remorse, sorrow, and other melodramatics.

Crusader's Child

Krista Loy

This is a poem/tale of sorts that again takes a step back in time. It goes back to the time of the religious crusades. The image of a child watching her father as the crusaders head off...A day dream evoked this one.

Another title-less story-bit

Megan McCarthy

Ok... I wrote this god knows how long ago. I think it was back when our family computer had an amber-colored moniter... *grin* Ok, so maybe not THAT far back... but definitely pre-internet, in any case. I just thought it was a curious little fragment. Imperfect, naturally, but I've always wanted to do something with it anyway... *shrug* who knows if I ever will, tho... *grin*

The Rescue of Anne Frank

Nathaniel Miller

A group goes back to right a wrong to save her and her sister only to have a shift in time happen. 1st place Winner: Alternative Historical Fiction Contest, Writing.com

The Prelude

Vincent Moore

Brief History of the Lands of Gromuilea

An Old Campaigner's Last Hurrah

Ross Thompson

I have always been interested that science-fiction and fantasy works that cross two, quite dissimilar genres, so this story is a fairly whimsical attempt to do an alien encounter tale with a WW2 setting. The hero of this story is Harry Crook, an elderly widower and former soldier who, due to the war, is a member of the Home Guard (a part-time army made up of men who, for whatever reason, be it age or illness, where unable to join the regular army and who were tasked with defended Britain from a Nazi invasion). One stormy autumn evening he joins his fellow soldiers in tracking down a possible German airplane that has been sighted in the countryside. What the platoon find, however, is a floating, crystalline craft totally beyond their wildest imaginations. The craft seems peaceful, but where does it come from and what is its intention? Is it a Nazi secret weapon, an angel, or a visitor from outer space?

Wild Child, Play Chapter 1

Tali Tjiang

The world is a vast forgotten place, full of horrors beyond imagination and conjured by nightmares, that belong to me.I am a wild child, one whom no man, nor any manner of creature can tame.I live to be who I am for the time being, and then I am someone else entirely. An exploration of a world beyond the borders of fiction. I wanted to create a story around a being of divine right that was expelled from the heavens to live among mortals, to grow and mature and develop as all children do, but by existing on the perimeter of society, Azalie, this wild child, has everywhere and anywhere in Allä to run, play and be free.

On Crimson Coloured Tides Chapter 1

Imogen Laverick

OCCT is a side project of mine seen as this site keeps rejecting my main project! Here's chapter one, a little rough around the edges as it could do with some editing (I always do this at the end). However, hope you enjoy it anyway! I warn you that it will go a little slower from now on (I'm kind of struggling and juggling this project with my current one, The Dead Night saga), but opinions and constructive criticism are v. helpful in making the process go faster... as I say though, grammar mistakes are dealt with later in my process. If you would like to read my main project in the meantime, I give up trying to get it on Elfwood, so go to my blog here: http://. I'd really apreciate watches/nice comments etc... *hint hint* Thanks, and enjoy! -Swanheart xx

Obsession

Anna Thomas

Remember Haela? Welp, Yan, being the lovely, charming bloke he is, decided to pay her a visit. Was interesting to write this, since it's from Yan's POV instead of someone else. I've written a fair bit about him (he's been around for 4000 years, there's a lot to write) but none from a Yan POV before, so yeah. The bastid speaks! Or something. Whatever.