This is the end of this particular saga. This is part of a larger work, by the way, so look for more eventually.
This is a story I wrote awhile ago, one of the few I ever finished.
This is a story that I'm writting for a friend. Any input on it would be helpful. Thanks!!
Reborn realises he is being used, and tries to escape by force.
The story comes to a bittersweet end. (Warning! This contains some swearing and above-average amounts of strong violence.)
The time to take action is close at hand...
This story began with a dream of being a mermaid swimming into the sea. I played around with making it the classic fairy tale of the orphan and the evil witch, but that just seems too cliche. I wanted characters who felt like people I knew. I wanted the Mermaids to actually be adapted to the ocean enviroment, instead of the creation of VERY lonely sailors. I also love the idea of what happens next in fairy tales (Into the Woods, anyone?), and I honestly hate the message of Disney's 'The Little Mermaid.' A sixteen year old girl who abandons her family for a man she has seen once (once!) gets daddy's blessing and eternal happiness? Not in any world I know. So I emphasized the mermaid's self-centeredness, made the witch someone who just does what she has to do to get by, made daddy mermaid bitter, introduced a granddaughter, and let the whole thing run.
This is the begining of a story that I am writing for a friend of mine, most of the characters in this story are real people.
God refuses Lucifer's and Satan's Petition to repeal the Decree to Serve Mankind; Satan sets the Rebellion in motion
ummm....this is a nover that seems to be taking me forever to finish, and I apologize.
A traditional working song of the canine slaves of the 'Down' universe. Heard most often by thralls working hard labour.
Sorrowdale itself has come under attack by agents of the Moon Lord; but the soldiers of the Rebellion, alongside the Women's Council, hope to catch the Acolytes by surprise...Meanwhile, Broon the Immortal crosses the Fields of Glass, seeking counsel from the Sundered Goddess...and perhaps, something else.
I decided to break out of a rut, and try something completely different. So I got into a little challenge with Elfwood writer Leigh Erickson: If she could write about something OTHER than death, I would write a death poem! So here it is, about a fictitious Egyptian pharaoh named Chepankhtep (yes; I chickened out trying to come up with rhymes, so I left his name out of the poem! I hope it's exciting and fun . . . and has a twist. The Mexican mummies mentioned are no longer literally hanging around; they are in museums now. If you've ever seen the original 'Faces of Death', you've seen some of the Mexican mummies mentioned here. This is the very first attempt I've made at something this dark.
The kindgom of Lydonia has known peace for centuries, but that peace is about to end. When the beloved king dies and his inept successor takes the throne, he seeks to destroy the one force that protects Lydonia from a threat it once thought defeated
A worried father tells the captain of the guards that his sons will most likely join the rebellion if something isn't done.
Humans have begun to challenge their elven masters in a growing resistance movement. A worried father frets that his children will join the resistance