A brief sketch of the founding of Lauralia and the history of the different provinces thereof.
This is the intro to the story I have written the most of so far. I know I tend to write fast, but try to enjoy it. Thanks.
Read the Prologue and chapter one first, if you already have, then here's the next thrilling installment! ;)
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.
The first draft of my 'celtic myth' that I did for my AS Level English preperation coursework. A tragic love story, as in my research they seemed to really like such things. It was supposed to be a short story and this version is 1453 words over the limit, so it is the longer version before it was ripped to pieces. There are actually three versions of this story. This one, a short one, and a longer one.
This is a dumb story I wrote. It is a story (one of many) that tells tales of Kings in the lineages of these lands.
A tale of intrige and backstabbing. There's not a whole lot of meat yet, but it'll be moving quicker soon. I'm always looking for comments or critiques on all my writing, as harsh or gentle as you feel comfortable making.
Itsa poem! Again! With poetry I feel as though its something other than my mind guiding my hands, because it feels so dream-like and such. I like this one. Reminds me of my *sob* dead grandfather. Aaah, not going into family stuff!
Where you first realze how sweet and charming Sil is.... And the possiblities of Magick. (I love spelling it like that)
This is a short excerpt of my first book. It is the initial chapter for the three main storylines of the tale, and follows their paths as they begin to set out on the adventure locked inside the pages of a story. I have completed the full text, all 22 chapters, and I am seeking to get this published.The story itself is a slight shift from the typical fantasy fare, as events are taking place in the relatively young planet, in just its second age. This is the time of great adventures and powers that set the stage for the legends and mythos of the ages that will come behind it. I do intend to write for this place all the way through the end of the planet so look forward to seeing this world grow and the pains it will endure on that path.
This is a story I wrote in seventh grade for some assignment or other. It was originally called 'Through the Eye of the Dragon.' It's probably the longest thing I'll put up here.
Far behind the battle lines, an assasin works to assasinate the enemys king. But all is not as it seems...
This is a story for my Future Lit class, loosely inspired by the last unicorn by peter s beagle
The first chapter of Dying Empire. Read the prologue first, if you haven't already.
The latest installment of Dying Empire. I'm always working on the next chapter, so expect more soon! And don't forget to leave comments!
She goes, hidden, into the social affairs of the Royals. What is hidden must be uncovered eventually, lest it disappear entirely. Cinderella-esque, at times.
A story I wrote for a contest. I missed the deadline to enter it, but I like it. Mother-daughter love, and all that sappy stuff.
Marick was just somewhat lying about lazily, just stirred awake when he realized someone had given him a bit of a hair cut (evened out his hair for once... or at least, had his bangs amputated...) This was simple coincidence as his rather irritating friend (Sarah, who even I found rather annoying to write about-- decided she should DIE in my second novel...) was so eager to change his bloody look that she went and did without his bloody consent. Bloody G'ad. *she cut his hair while he was a snooze* He was then at this time caught by some passing moron who decided he looked like a good impostor of the sort. You see, there is this cute young prince fellow who was kidnapped … heh heh, and right before a very important day that he would be judging someone for a crime he knew himself the person was innocent. But, the wee prince's brother was otherwise quite merciless, and at this time other witnesses were afraid this innocent moron fellow would be due to drown. Rather than letting this occur, Marick is bribed into wearing some rather oversized clothing and gets to sit about a thrown for a few days, until this whole bloody mess gets sort out. He hates every moment of it. They offer him plenty of food his kind doesn’t eat. This includes lots of cute dead animals, which he finds rather disgusting. ~~~ This was really written for the sake of catching a small moment to make better later. I want all thoughts put on comment! EMEDIENTLY! lol. I'm not happy at all with this. I think I might go about to writing the whole idea, the whole- cut hair , blah blah, ' get off your rear and come with me, young moron!' sort of thing.