Romance... I've never been very good at writing it, I fear. My internal monitor has a low tolerance for it, though perhaps this simply means that I am a sap and heart and trying to fight it, who knows. Stories with 'story book romances' tend to annoy me. I do like unusual love stories, though, especially when they are only a single part of a greater tale and yet manage to hold their own. I also love the ever-so-rare and elusive platonic loves, but that has little to do with the following. This is a romance, or a piece of one at any rate. Most romances center around two people meeting and falling in love. This is a bit different. There is also a lot of background that has been left out intentionally. This makes the tale very experimental, and yet I hope it works. Critiques and suggestions are very welcome.Yes, Em, I wrote this for you. Yes, it is about the Sparrow you know.
Woohoo! Another post! Betcha all are happy, huh? :) This is another exercise I did with Kayla, like the one before, although this one isn't comic like that one was. The exercise was to ask your character what they wanted more than anything else, and what they'd do to get it. This is what Kayla wanted.
Shing Khor's artwork introduced me to a Greek myth I hadn't heard of before: the story of the Danaids, forty-nine sisters who killed their husbands and were sentenced to an eternity in hell. Her picture got me to thinking about how they might feel after all this time, and this sonnet was the result.
A story about a wasted life. It was inspired by a Paolo Conte song of the same title.
Again, a small part of that large project...this is the introduction of Septimus.
A couple thousand years before the main story starts....a powerful soceress goes down into a catacomb to face off against an evil demon set on destroying the world, and her with it.
A loving husband is disgusted by the horrific events that play out in front of him which involve foxes, goats and his wife. Flash Fiction Challenge #1 Stimulus: Red fox eats goat The challenge is to write a flash fiction with a random stimulus.
Angelica is a wife and mother who feels overwhelmed by the demands of modern life. One night a mysterious visitor named Lilith appears and offers her one wish. Angelica could not imagine the consequences and the horror of one little wish. This story was written as part of Herscher Project # 11. This is Part One. See Part Two for the exciting conclusion!
I originally wrote this story in high school. In a delusion of sentimentality, I decided to rewrite it. I'm not entirely pleased with the results, the reason possibly being that I didn't allow myself to stress over details. I was judiciously advised by my fellow writers that I seemed to 'try too hard' on another story; therefore, I tried a different approach with this one. I thank everyone for their much-appreicated criticism!
This is a poem. The storyline is meant to be spoken calmly. And the action line (Starting with 'I') is meant to be read contradicting to the line.
This is something that I've been working on for a rather long time now... I could never seem to get it quite right. Not even now! *grins* But ah well. That is why I am posting it! I want help and I want suggestions, so suggest away! Thank you!
Alright. It's about time I'm able to put this up! Sorry it's been so long. Meh. Read, give me suggestions, you know the drill. :-)
Hey all,this is my first story.Basically,it's about a woman who kills her husband after their daughter dies.It's on Argota,pretty far back. It's the 4th Age,and there have been 20 Ages,each 10,000 years long. Hope ya likes!
This story was written in English lessons in order to avoid doing any real work and to replace a truly atrocious piece of coursework that does not deserve to live. I hate the way English is assessed because it is just jumping through a series of literary hoops and a trained monkey could do it. A gerbil could do it. Okay, that aside, neither of these characters actually belong to me. The woman is Kat's and the man is Mirrie's and they're Theren's parents (from The Boy and the General). This was a case of putting pen to paper and seeing what cam out and, well, it was this. Pity the poor man getting chopped up by orcs! C&C welcome!
In my fantasy city of Mreshth, orcs are accepted as part of society (they'd better be, they established the city!); but an inter-racial marriage among the higher classes is very rare. However, one night at Festival, a child is concieved, and due to VERY old-fashioned magical bindings of family and land, the heir must be brought into the fold, no matter what. Now Zrethak is forced to marry a human man she'd thought a one-night fling. The marriage is arranged, the line of inheritence secured- now, if the new bride and groom can just keep from killing each other . . . This is the first chapter, but as soon as I get more done, you'll see just how antagonistic they can get.
This is another scene from the lives of my orcish characters in the city-state of Mreshth. An evening of reflections between mates.