This was a spur-of-the-moment inspiration, something that came to me one morning. It was one of those stories that ached to come out through my fingers onto the word processor. This story takes the myth of the selkie in a new direction from its traditional telling...
This actually started out as an image that popped into my head, of a boy scooping up an injured cat by the side of the road. My imagination naturally ran wild with the idea, dressed it up with a plot and characters, and Bob's your uncle, as they say.
Poem of a Sidhe halfling, who pits her small magics against the sea for love.
I dedicate this to my love, Remote! Little bit I've been working hard on... very short. Very, very short. Who votes I continue this!? There's Bishi in heeeree...
This is the story of Iron Tiger, a dragon/tiger panwere. In the darkness of the shadow of a cult called the Hybrus who kidnap lycans, or weres, will she be able to light the way out?
yeah this was when i was bored. some parts need a bit more work and the rhyming is off at places but otherwise, meh
Fiannas, a night fae imprisoned in the Iron Hold facility, learns the truth of the saying 'be careful what you wish for' - especially for creatures of magic. This short was written as a response to the 'reverie' challenge in Talechasing, a little writing group I'm involved with. I just thought I'd put one up here for a change. By the way, I do apologise for the ridiculous quantity of squiggles over vowels in the fae language (Inyaronian). Inyaronian is a musical language with five tones, and each squiggle represents a different pitch. If you don't like it, don't ever study Mandarin or Cantonese. ;D Translations ýn ī sádīlāssí û? - how did you come here? làn û? - are you all right? ĭsīthí - little one cálàsí eà! - come back this way yú - no
What if the Incans had iron? That is the emphasis of this story, as it poses the possible might of the Incans, if tthey just had iron.
*blink* Don't look at me like that...I can't help it if stuff like this pops into my mind...
By now, this is a classic. It gives the perspective of what a hippie/environmentalist that has become disillusioned by society and turned goth, thinks about the world.
On Middle World, it is the age of steam, and two powerful nations battle over a newly created power vacuum in the fallen country of Eoria. The agro-industrial western kingdom of Unnaendil wars with the desert Empire of Tarion Ario in the latest of their countles conflicts. But, when Tarion Ario strikes at Unnaendil's capital with a flying monstrosity, they begin a war that could pull every nation into the once small skirmish for Eoria. This is a war that could decide the fate of the continent, and the world.
An ancient evil from the Abyss has resurfaced, and almost all of the inhabitants of Middle World are oblivious, except for those few who know of the Ki'Do'Shin. Few choose to fight these demons, but those who do are called Speakers.
The story is set in a magical and volcanic version of an arctic Northern Europe at the end of the bronze age. I would be very interested to find out if you guys think that the setting works, and also if I should try to write more stories documenting the principal's travels or if this is enough... Apologies for the length - I got a bit carried away :)
Big red devils! Fearsome battles! Lots and lots of... oh, forget the drama. It's a story of a man who decides to contract out to some eeeevil devils - and really regrets it.