The sequel to Loveless Story 1 of 2, where Elizabeth fled the world of the elves after being taken there to help save their lives. Back in our world, she struggles on her own until the elven Darand returns to take her back to his home. This was difficult for me to write, I eventually had to be depressed to be in the right time frame. Alas, it only takes a trigger and my -cat- died.
Written about a Lisa Snellings statue that Neil Gaiman mentioned in the introduction to Smoke and Mirrors. A small winged girl offering a feather to a man outside her cage while her captor sleeps nearby...
Adele was going to be a character for AD&D, but she kinda took on a life of her own. Because this was originally only going to be a bio of her, I feel I glossed over the early stages a bit too much. Oh well, I'll work on it... Update: I don't think I'll work on this anymore. I've said all the important things, and the rest of her life just isn't story material.
When I collected my poems recently to put them online I was inspired to write one again. Mainly just for the fun of rhyme and rhythm. And I noticed that I recently have missed the darkness in my thoughts ...
Something different, because I've been a bit down lately. Elizabeth is coping with her own demons when she is taken to the Elvish realm to help them cope with theirs. This is quite miserable, but second is even sadder. I'll finish it and post it as soon as I get really depressed again.
So many Elfwood writers use war as a catalyst or epic conclusion. I've decided to write from a man who was never a hero, just a survivor and a normal man, a normal soldier. Once a Knight, once a great believer in the glory of kingdoms, now shattered. Awwww. Perhaps he once fought it one of your wars.
A song, I guess you can call it...I'm not sure, take a look and leave me a thought.
Well...it is written that every story deserves happy ending. So here is one for this...
really sad Vampire story, two vampires who ward off their own kind are run out of town when they feed on the King's youngest female heir.
This was a idea I had after I drew a picture in Art the other day when my friend suggested I should write a story, so I did a poem. I'm lucky that the ryhming came out okay.
This poem was written much later than Misery, but the feelings they invoke in me are so closely related that I am compelled to dub this the sequel to Misery.I really enjoyed how the sillouhette of this poem, when centered, rather resembles a little glass jar.
Another poem, one for all those who were never blessed with glory at the hour of their death. Even the common people, the peasants of medieval times who watched as the armies marched off to war were still people. All those who have lost someone they loved will know that sometimes people you think were wonderful will never be sung about, never be honoured... unless you honour them.
This is actually from a dream I had...obviously put into a different context and much embelished! A bit disturbing this one, so read at your own risk!!
// Please download the font Viner Hand ITC from (and all other fonts for my homepage) if you want to view the poem *peace sign* FONTS must have WinZip to extract // Please note that everything in italics which reads to be a conversation = to telepathic dialogue anything else with ' ' are spoken. *grin* The poem is relevant to the story but isn't really part of the plot.. *bows* enjoy. more chapters to come 'p // *grumble* gahh Willem!!! *pout* thanks for the buffeting of air part ;p A little notes for you to remember before reading this story. *grin* can be a bit confusing... but in the end you'll get it - hopefully *grin* else u would have to email me for spoilers *peace sign* (but remember, it's only the first 2 chapters) *sowwy me had put lastest version up*
ahahha.. ah yes this story. now this story was written a long long looong time ago by yours truly, so its not that good. i didn't want to put too much on , there is another chapter or so. if people really end up liking this then i will put more chapters on. *haha... weird story*
This was written about a friend I no longer talk to, but who is still very dear to me.
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.
This is a story I wrote for school. Its about a lonely figure on a cliff, watching the sea crash against the rocks far below, remembering an old, best friend, who exiled him into his own loneliness...
Bleh, feeling uncreative with the title... Anyway, this is probably the best story I've written in a long while. It was supposed to be a story of 2,000 words or less for a writing contest over at Elftown, but I liked it so much, I got carried away with it, and, well, it's turned into its own book now. I've written a rendition to this for the actual contest, which, I have to admit, is not remotely as good, but I'm very happy with this one. It looks long, but there's a few paragraphs you can just skip if you want because it's all description and background information. So, yeah...now, what is it about... One Christmas Eve, an ancient, lovesick vampire mistakes Deirdra for a long-lost love. She believes him to be insane, and instead takes him on for Christmas, believing that no one, especially someone who is missing their love, should be alone on Christmas. This might have a tendency of being a full-length story...