This is most likely to be revised once I get a better concept of the story line, but here’s the rough draft for now. I know it's kind of confusing, the next chapter should sort out and explain some things...hopefully. Please PLEASE comment! I already said in my bio that I'm horrible at beginnings so I really need to know if this is good or not. Ok? Ok. The title is subject to change...and mostlikely will. Did I mention I'm bad with titles too? *sigh*...
Updated. A world of white, burning light. A single black shadow. I wonder what lies within its dark creases of chocolate...? Dedicated to Alex McAlvay.
This story is set in the late, great Amanda M. Howard's 'Apocalypse Moon' universe and is posted here with her kind permission. I wrote it partly as an homage and partly because its such an awesome story that I wanted (greedily) to be a part of it. Comments encouraged.
Sorry it took me so long to get this up, I'll try not to be so long next time.
Yet another chapter to my story. By the way, the reason I chose the necklace in my story is because I have one of that description.
This is it. I finally finished it, although I'm not completely sure if I like it or not. Let me know what you think.
I drew inspiration from alot of things. The gathering of other birds' songs is something the Lyrebird does very well. But the story mostly is inspired by all creative persons, whom I feel, is sometimes the human version of...singing for a mate? Perhaps. The ending is not here yet. I really like the idea of putting a unicorn's horn onto Ferenether in the illustration. I just hope nobody has already thought about it >.> <.<
A poem on fay. I got bored, so I wrote it in about 5 mins and decided it was OK, but not that good.
Poem about a goddess of the moon. In need of polishing! Constructive criticism welcome!
I am not too experienced with poetry. Maybe there will be more in the future.
Ever wonder what you hear, in the howls at night? Not all are dogs, you see. Some, once had words, and if you listen closely enough, you can hear them in the wailing howl...
A conversation between a half-Elf and her half-human lover. His speech is on the right and starts the poem, hers is on the left.
Imagine you are atop a lonely hill in the middle of the desert just at moonrise. Suddenly you are transported into a realm of myth and magic. You fall under a deep spell...