The Labyrinth (pt 2)

Joe Arenal

Flick and Zander continue their way down into the depths of the mountain

Rarest of the Wild - p.51-65

Anna Smith

Pages 51 through 65 of a novella, and the conclusion to the tale. NEWS - The sequel to Rarest of the Wild, Rarest's Child, by Miguel Ettema, can no longer be found on Elfwood, but for those of you who followed the story, I have good news. Though Miguel has removed himself from Elfwood due to the demands of his schooling, the last section and conclusion of Rarest's Child, as I am the co-author, will be appearing here once we've finished writing and editing it. The bulk of the story, which was written by Miguel and won two Mod's Choice awards, I will have permission to post on my homepage once the entire tale is finished.

A Meeting of Minotaur and Dragon - short story.

Anna Smith

A short story I have finally finished, of about 18 pages. Originally a request by Lord Cobalt, a dragon on IRC, to show how he and my character, Kaz, met. Not actually carried out in roleplay, just sort of brainstormed between the two of us. Obligatory disclaimer: I'll say it now. Kaz is my main character used in roleplay, and others might find themselves mentioned or appearing. Yes, her short usename is Kaz. Yes, there is a series of Dragonlance books by Richard Knaak that features a minotaur named Kaz. Yes, I own them all. But! I did not steal the character! *grins* I happen to think highly of the author, and the race and world and culture he created. My Kaz, full name Kazanthi de-Arluun, is named in honor of both writer and his character, Kaziganthi de-Orilg. There's a lot they have in common, but my minotaur is not from Krynn, and her world, clan, past, and history are unique to myself.

Minotaur, I -- poem

Anna Smith

This is one of what I call minotaur poetry. This just means that all deal with the minotaur -- as a symbol, as a people, and as my own personal reflection. Note the 'I' is as in 'me, myself, and I', not as in Minotaur, one.

Rarest of the Wild - p.21-30

Anna Smith

Pages 21 through 30 of a novella.

This Stranger, My Friend p. 51-60

Anna Smith

Pages 51-60 of the novella.

The Battle of Styracis (part one?)

Ryan Morini

16 or 17 and inebriated on the Lovecraftian style, I set out to write the densest piece of prose I could possibly write. I succeeded in writing out some dense prose which, despite itself, in some places seems to actually flow decently. I neglected, however, to come up with a worthwhile story, and so this is overall not worth reading unless you really love dense writing. Try Khoros for a better minotaur story, and Dark Resurrection for a better example of my attempts at Lovecraftianism. (Note: I didn't use a thesaurus, so don't insult us both by making some crack about laying off of them. . . It kind of offends me when someone insinuates that I must have used a book with the express purpose of digging out words that would impress people because they're big and rare, just because the writing is lousy. A lousy writer can still be something of an amateur lexicographer at heart.)


Ryan Morini

This was a side piece written because, then as now, I was too involved with the building of some worlds to actually write much set within them. So I dreamed up a world with minotaurs and a blue sun. Other things were added, other stories were projected, this is the only one so far which ever found an ending, not to mention the only one to exceed two pages. Some people have liked it, some have said nothing, and a couple argued that the terminology and vocabulary doesn't really lend itself to a 'barbarian' tribe. . . I suspect those people haven't read many ethnographic studies of hunter-gatherers, horticulturalists, and what one might call other 'neolithic' societies. Sure, 'aqueous inferno' is a distinctly modern turn of phrase, but complex thought and language are pretty much the demesne of the human race on the whole, and not just the ones who have dictionaries and other such objects to expand their vocabularies to an unnatural extent. So in my defense, 'aqueous inferno' might just be the best translation of a primitive Minotaur-of-the-Mountain idiom for hard rain. Bah! Just read the story. . .

The Hidden Star, Part 2: Light

Rúnar Magnússon

A long time has passed since the sanctuary was last breeched. Now a group of adventurers hopes to succeed where all others have failed.

Bk 1 – Nancy and the Ferrets, Ch 5

Scott Miller

Bot Story takes place in a virtual reality environment, in a tiny world called SkunkWks. Book 1 is an introduction to the main characters of the series. Rated (a mild) PG.

Inside My Labyrinth

Carrie Ott

I finally decided to write something kind of cryptic - you could take this at face value, but there's a hidden understanding placed underneath this story. It's helpful if you know the story of King Minos (NOT Midas, the guy who turned things to gold. Minos is different). I enjoyed writing this, even though it only took a few minutes. I think it's a unique look into an old story. Roles reversed?The unfortunate...thing...left alone with only his own thoughts to keep him company. A single voice that hearkens to him; the only words to ever fill his ears reveal a bewildering truth. Do you know what he is?

Nara: Chapter 1

Tina Wilson

The continuation of the story of Nara

Unwanted souls

Jessie Lerch

A short modern take on an old mythological story.

Rarest of the Wild - p.11-20

Anna Smith

Pages 11 through 20 of a novella.

This Stranger, My Friend p. 71-80

Anna Smith

Pages 71-80 of the novel-ish thingy.

Battle Chant at Dawn -- poem

Anna Smith

This is one of what I call minotaur poetry. This just means that all deal with the minotaur -- as a symbol, as a people, and as my own personal reflection. A minotaur chant for going into battle. Usually used by clans or in the army. Rarely by individuals. Almost ritually done the dawn before fighting is engaged in on a large scale.

This Stranger, My Friend p. 21-30

Anna Smith

Pages 21-30 of the novella.

Kroki meets the Phanaton

Herb Piercy IV

Kroki remembers how he met one of his best friends...

Derettahs' Plea -- poem

Anna Smith

This is one of what I call minotaur poetry. This just means that all deal with the minotaur -- as a symbol, as a people, and as my own personal reflection. It is minotaur tradition to create a song for the one you would court, or take as lifemate. Derettahs is one of my roleplay characters, a minotaur who through no fault of her own, ended up murdering her clan. The thing is, no-one, not even Derettahs herself, knows that. She, and everyone else, believes she's guilty, and a coward for running from her people, who will kill her on sight. What she'd done eventually drove her mad. Through a fluke of healing, she was made sane for a while. A human she'd befriended, Aulis, and her eventually fell in love, as she slowly began to go crazy again. This is her song, sung in private, since it could not be given to Aulis himself.

Shadow of the Dragonclaws -- poem

Anna Smith

This is something of a minotaur poem, but could be also plain fantasy poetry. A wanderer or travelling song.