Misha is back finally! I think that I had the most fun writing this chapter, so far, though there is one other that I really like. I has a new MC that no one has seen yet. What will happen next? Stay tuned!
I dug through some old stuff I'd written and found this... And after I looked over it I decided to post it up here. Enjoy, and if there are any typoes, please tell me.
This is a story involving strange and magical people in a modern setting. It is mostly about Benedict, a boy who has yet to discover many, many things about the world of magic. It is an ONGOING story and therefore incomplete.
The knight in training, Darius Sommer, heads alone into the Swamps of Valitis. What he finds tests more than just his combat ability.
If you have a weak stomach or recently ate something, I advise you not read this. The idea of this came to my mind while I was swinging in the dark above snow-covered ground one night.9th
A typically depressing poem. Fairly light, compared to my norm.
This is a story I have worked on for about 5 years now. I felt as though it was going no where, so I started over...please let me know how I'm doing. Welcome...to my world.
Iambic pentameter. Blank verse. About a certain strange natural phenomenon: mirrors.
Ryan, a changeling schoolboy with a penchant for vivid illusions, brings his would-be friend Naimah into his private world for the second time. Except from my 2011 NANOWRIMO.
Yay!! the second part is UP!! wooo! lol yea im a lil crazy this arvo...but you get that occasionally. I suddenly had the inspiration one afternoon infront of the RUGBY of all places!!and so i wrote it down, modified it a lil and tadaaa!! we have another chaptery thing...i hope you enjoy it!
I was on the train one day, coming from work, when I started to think on a film I had been watching earlier on. The name of the actual film eludes me, but I do remember the pipe in mouth, the long coat and strange cap of Sherlock Holmes. I began to think on what it would be like to implement magic into such a character, and then decided that it would be too sombre. By th time I got home, I'd decided that I would create a comical story, with magic and mystery; a story that still did not lose the essence of Sherlock Holmes. Well, I don't know what came from it, as a writer is an ill critique of his own work but here it is... so enjoy.
Lawrence is a street performer and an illusionist, these chronicles are about his experiences in the city of Eudaelia. Each chronicle is independant of each other, and chronology is largely not importent.
Well...I did have a description for this story... But my mind went blank when I started typing. Just read it.
Well it was like 3 in the morning and I suddenly started writing this vague complicated poem; no I am not a psychopath ;) Or atleast that's just my opinion... It has something to do with some entity or something I guess, but then again... how would I know???
This is part one of the story about Zherene. An Illusionist and master thief, Zherene uses her magic and skills to pull off an impressive heist.