I tried recreating a description I used from an earlier story that is in the possession of Mr. Hill. Well, actually, I wanted to re-write the whole story, but I can't remember enough of it to do that. I loved that story though. Anyway, this isn't exactly a complete story, it's more like and ending of a story but my attempt to write the beginning failed. So yeah, I don't know if this'll ever be a complete story. I think I might go visit Mr Hill sometime after the football managing thing is over so that I can see if he still has my stories.
I wrote this as a 9th grade english class assignment. Yes, I know the ending is kinda sketchy. Honestly, I don't know what happened to Evan. If anybody has any ideas for me, they would be very much appreciated.
Ugh, another one in the works. Just seeking some opinions, as it's in a somewhat different style. I think i may need to expand it a bit, even though it IS just the very beginning
The begginings of a young girl who will met out Justice according to the rules of her bloodline, Justice in blood and pain. ((This story is still rough in my opinion so bear with me))
New stuff on my dad and my feelings... hell, if I can't deal with it, I write it. So shut up and read. (Warning, foul language)
Well... these would be the darkest most angsty chapters... very angsty... I was NOT in a very peppy mood when I wrote these... heh... keep that in mind *hides* More Garnor and Alranos and the pain of being Death. Eternal thanks to Joelle and Becca for their editing help... oh... and this is the last set of chapters where Garnor was an Elf... anyone who is/was and elf is not a Maiel... but I was too lazy to change it here... when i do the major edit I'll switch that (and the POV problem in here as well... I'm so lazy... should so not be a writer^_~) umm... enjoy? *runs away*
Continuing after 1. (i'm so good at these intros at the moment aren't I? ~blushes~)
A poem that was orginally part of the story, 'The Silent Tragedy.' It reveals how Rauvinne just wishes she could be put out of her misery by death's loving heart.
Three things I borrowed from the past and intend to carry with me to the future. Three things that make my life worth living...
This poem is part of my unnamed story. One character has been captured be the antaganist and wrote this poem to be born on the winds the ears of his lover.
At the peek of his reign over the galaxy, Lord Tarsik is met with an unpleasant surprise when a new slave girl is brought to him.
...She sighed dramatically—truthfully, everything about Catelyn was theatrical in the best possible way, “He has returned.” ...