Another birthday story. My friend calls herself a hawk, so I wrote this so she could be one, at least in her fantasy. I like this one a lot, too. I may rework it, though. Spring '01
A poem..There are sometimes very good reasons for why a few people feel like they don't really fit in anywhere..(Note: I'm not really pleased with this poem..in fact..I'm hardly ever pleased with anything I write. Maybe when I am..then I'll have something really good.)
Qala is forced to make her first kill despite her reluctance. The beginnings of this meeting with a certain demon are captured here, with much more to come. Once again, constructive criticism is welcome!
The product of my mind and influenced by a roleplay. Silva is a character copyright to ME, not YOU, so keep your greedy mitts off. ^^
A wandering girl finds herself in a mysterious wood....and meets an unlikely vistor. Is Kallie destined to save her kindgom from an evil magic? Okay, so I know this is still VERY rough. Please be nice when posting your comments. I need help with title ideas, so if you have any, please let me know!
Chapter six - almost there. Here it is, the ever important confrontation chapter...
Chapter three. I want to add that this was my first attempt at a 'short story.' It was also the first piece I ever finished, which is actually quite a big deal. The title, L'Histoire du Chevalier is French for 'The Knight's Tale' which was the original title. However, given the French ancestry of both the knight in the story and my own husband, the translation seemed appropriate. This is for you, mon chevalier. It is chapter three of seven.
Something that was, at one point, going to be the start of a much larger piece (and might still be, one day). I found, though, that beyond this point the quality of what I was writing began to drop off fairly dramatically and I didn't know quite what I wanted to happen. As a result, I decided to cut it here for the time being, although I may well come back to it one day if that particular inspirational spark ever returns.
This is the first finished story from my world, Arnitakh. If I have anything to say about it, it won't be the last, but you never know with things like writers block going around. Luckily, I have a lot more classes of portuguese coming up, and I will be very bored in the future. Yeah, Elacia also may appear in future stories, but I don't intend for her to be a serial character or anything like that.
This is one that I started one afternoon when I was in a creative mood. Joram started out in my head as a big fighter dude but as I wrote (I was 'freestyling')he sorta turned into this little kid and the stroy evolved. I'm sorry it isn't finished, but I just don't have the inspiration. It is going to go on to tell about Joram's adventures etc. Maybe even get novel length one day. (Hah, not likely).
This was written to overcome writer's block, isn't edited, and probably has a few mistakes. Two women stalk a spirit, only to find things aren't what they seem.
Can you always judge a book by its cover? Anyway, don't travel at night, but if you have to, don't leave your trusty sword behind.
This is a story of heroes, reluctant and voluntary. This is a story of love, lucky and unlucky. This is a story of fate and being all that you can be, whether it be easy or not, whether it seems right or not. We are who we are and will always be, in life, in death and beyond. http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/libr/r/i/rivana/atirien00.html.html