I wrote this waiting in line for my perscription at K-Mart. Grammar is right out the window with this one! Make of it what you will, for that is its purpose.
Here is Joen's next story, a humorous tale of mischief and lessons with a ghost that can't do anything right. I learned about the ghosts called pooks from a book of Irish fairy-tales I have. I'm not sure what the precise legend concerning them is, so I kind of did my own thing. Like it matters though since myths and legends vary so much anyway. Enjoy.
An excerpt from my novel--hopefully finished within the year--Emerald Fire. The main character has certain impairments, to avoid spoilers...this is how she got them. Please, don't copy any names or original concepts. ('Therian' is mine! No! Off-limits! *makes little x with fingers* ...Please?)
For my creative writing class, I extended my poem into an actually story. I'm quite pleased with the result. For the poem: Merciless
Mercy is an amusing character of mine and yes she's part everything that's in this poem. Long story. But yes this poem about her came to me strangely enough while I was moving the lawn. *shrugs* Don't ask me, inspiration strikes sometimes at the weirdest moments.
A simple short story, though some have said it's a free verse poem...go figure. Anyways, a mix of depressing and happy, up to you all to decide which is dominant.
A priestess heals an enemy captain only to find him threatened with execution as a captive.
I wrote this over a period of two days. Isn't it babyish? Well, kudos to whomever guesses where I took the story from. Probably should've spent a lot more time on the battle ::mutters:: Well, any suggestions? I tried to keep it out of the angst genre but.... I don't really know if I succeeded
Wow, a non-romance! Shocking coming from me, right? ;P Anyways, this is a story about a succubus who just loves treating men as her prey. But then, the tables are turned, and the predator becomes the prey... Please leave comments, I'd like to know what you all think of this one!
Children Of the Sea: The sequel to Mercy's Ransom (AKA The Grey Pearl, no longer posted here because it's published). Let me know what you think. This is just the prologue, something I'm toying with. No promises on finishing it anytime soon, but my muse has set sail on another pirate kick... what timing, eh?
I think I shall make a title change. No longer Children of the Sea, but Mercy's Wake. (what say you?) Chapter 1: A privateer's life is not for you (or) Not for my son (reader's choice: Seamus, now 12, desires to fight with the rest of the crew when taking ships. Jack, not wishing to cradle another bloodless child in his arms, refuses, sending the boy overboard prior to the fight, ordering him to guard his pregnant mother from sharks. Mother explains to son about his name-sake (Hare for those who do not remember the cabin boy's given name) and why his father is so reluctant to allow him to fight. Chapter 2: A gift of Scales: The Mercy brings her Spanish prize into Port St. Charles where they pick up Lorelei, Sirene's mother to help with the birthing. Trimming down their crew to the bare essentials and most trustworthy, they head for their own private island haven: Aneka'kapo, which is Carib for 'Necklace of the Gods'. Enjoy! Oh, and if you have not read Mercy's Ransom, (known here in elfwood under its working title The Grey Pearl), please leave comments! I need to know how this reads to one who HASN'T read the first one! While it is a sequel, I feel in needs to stand on its own and hold the interest of new readers as well as the old faithful!
This is the result of a brain-storming session for a fantasy story I am writing. I think it stands alone pretty well. The two soliloquizing characters are brothers and more-or-less equivallent, in their world, to standard-issue fantasy paladins.
This is the beginning of the story between Horse and Johnathan, how Five and Fifth met, how the reject of the herd of the Apocalypse found his rider, and how the end of the world was started way too soon. Goodies and insanity to come!! I've rewritten this a couple times and I can't say I am very satisfied with it. It will be a continuous work I think.
It does not matter that you do not kill us intentionally, we are merciless.
A Battlemage, or any soldier, frequently cannot really question what they can or cannot do. But sometimes, they can hesitate - and, indeed, should.
A king makes a mistake. People are killed, and he regrets it for the rest of his life. If only more insanely powerful world leaders felt this way about the people they killed... Dedicated to those whose lives have been destroyed by those with power.