This is just odd.... This is simply me sitting down and writing with out direction, just flow of conciousness. It's definitely morbid, but this was a very depressed and messed up time in my life, so here's what came about.
Walking through the rain one destined day, Ronin comes upon startling discoveries. Whispers in the wet streets of the mysterious city of Windrow brings a new meaning to 'Are you afraid of the dark?'
A young woman is struggling to accept the truth... she is a werewolf. This story is dedicated to my friend Taryn and her love for the weird and wacky
The river of time does not flow unheeded. One broken soul watches over it...
The journey continues and the plot thickens! You must have some ideas about what has been going on in Lorne by now and I'd enjoy hearing what they are, as well as the usual comments and constructive criticism. I hope you find this part enjoyable, there are even some comic moments. And I'd better mention my sister Rebecca who helped with some of the editing and laughed at the jokes! In Chapter Four a character called Asphodel(us) is mentioned, I can't give too much away about him but he's really important to the overall story and I love him to bits, really, *whisper* even more than Haydain! The next part is on it's way.
A brief tale about a world where everyone travels by river. The main character knows that no one ever uses the roads, and discovers the reason why the hard way.
This might be a bit difficult to understand. Its about a forest maiden, with a dark forest lord persuing her, after their long chase, she stops at a swamp, and he wraps his arms around her wait and they both fall in. He emerges, and his forest minions form two lines for him to pass through, to his dark throne, and the maiden does as well, except, her white dress is now green, brown and torn, and she is sinister in nature. They kiss, and he narrarated about his inrelenting desire to diminish innocence.
This is the best of the stright high fantasy that I've ever written. There are alot of artists out there who have drawn Johnny D for me. Perhaps someday I'll get around to building a tour for it (if there is a demand).
This is a poem I wrote for my writings groups anthology. I had a a really strange recurring dream for about a week and I based the poem entirely on that. I can't say what the dream was, as it'll give too much away! :P This poem has two meanings: 1 is easily found when reading it, the other is hidden beneath the words. ^^ One's happy, the other sad. (This wasn't entirely the structure I originally had, but i struggled with the html format, as I'd never done it before.. sorry!!!) Hope you like it!... :)
This depressing little piece was written in the span of three hours in one afternoon when I was. . . 18, I guess. I have not since been able to write an entire story, even a short one, in a single sitting. I should really work on that. . . Anyway, I'd just wanted to write a story based on the traditional undine, and this is what I came up with. Rather than Lovecraft, this one smacks of Dunsany, and like pretty much all Dunsanian imitation it falls far short, but I'd rather make the attempt and fail at imitating Dunsany than succeed in the mimicry of nearly any other author. . .
This is a relatively old story telling the story of how Diana, Dorland and Spudge met the gypsy Droof. I am now in the process of changing the story since now I have decided that Droof and Spudge knew each other before hand and met the other two together. Oh, and yea, Droof is not a gypsy name, and it is not his real name either. It's a nickname, just like Dorland's name and Spudge's. Droof's real name is Drayven.
This is more a prose poem than a story. It's not about a man with powers that set him outside the ordinary. It's about the grief that convulses creation when any of her children are lost....
I suppose I might have put this at the beginning of the novel, but I think it fits better here. It's what I would call a stylistic choice.
The long-awaited start of my *THE* story... Troll&Mermaid&Centaur. Yeah, yeah, the name needs work. But here is the beginning and it's not quite as good as I hoped! ^^ I'm confident something can be don about it, though, so no worries. (mate)
I was inspired while reading something my cousin wrote, Daydreams of Silver, which was about a unicorn. I'm not sure I'm happy with the result... But it's short and it was easy to put into a format Elfwood would accept(e.g., html), so that at least makes me happy. Tell me what you think! Edit: This, for some reason, seems to be the most popular of all my stories. Which is strange, because it was meant merely to be an excercise in descriptive writing. I guess it must have worked, because I've been told that the non-descriptive part (where the elfy dude shows up) is the weakest part of the story. Hmmmm.....
Warning: This product is not recommended for those allergic to randomness. Read at your own risk! I wrote this a while ago for a creative writing assignment. I was rather doubtful as to the advisability of putting it up here, but then I thought, what the heck. So here it is. It was inspired by African folk tales, and is written in the style of Kipling's Just So Stories. Side note: Evolutionary theory has it that manatees used to live on land.