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.
This story was sorta a bit of boredom, to sorta explain away my character's absence. Most of my stories will prolly be about her, or one of my other characters.
This is a little short story I wrote. (A very short story) Enjoy it!
wow..this is depressing....i was in an odd little mood when i wrote this....haveing gone through a problematic week with my friends....yeah well enjoy
I have bettas, and felt the need to put them into a kind of creepy story. It was in my creative writing class at my new school, which is in a highly noncreative room, stark, and pure machine (man, I miss my old school, the old beautiful building that just screamed art) So, it -is- a little dry. I apologize. But I was thinking of the Irish idea of death. Kind of. It didn't really come out in the story, but close enough.
Its a kinda strange story...it's my short story for school so there's not fighting...its just about this girl who guards this giant Norse tree thing that supposedly holds the whole Norse world. . . I shoulda put the wolf in it but instead there's a big pretty bird... (p.s-I spelled the name wrong too..) And beware the somewhat sappy ending...its the best way to rope teachers
So, well, what sex is it already? -cough- ... These fellers came into my head this month (september) and wouldn't leave me alone until wrote something about them down. Hopefully more information and/or story to follow this piece.
I wrote this story for a competition at school over the course of about six hours. I finished typing fifteen minutes before the deadline and found it was 4000 words with a 3000 word limit for the competition. So a quick spell check and hacking out a scene... looking back over it, I'm embarrassed I submitted anything so rough. But I came in second place. I've fixed most of the problems before posting it here.
This is a lil poem I wrote while listening to 'The Power Of The Dream' by Celine Dion. In case you hadn't guessed, I do love dancing, and I think it's one of the best ways to express emotion. Other than writing of course ;)
The third installment! Raiven gets aquainted with the odd black dragon before a huge sandstorm comes and....
A short story I have finally finished, of about 18 pages. Originally a request by Lord Cobalt, a dragon on IRC, to show how he and my character, Kaz, met. Not actually carried out in roleplay, just sort of brainstormed between the two of us. Obligatory disclaimer: I'll say it now. Kaz is my main character used in roleplay, and others might find themselves mentioned or appearing. Yes, her short usename is Kaz. Yes, there is a series of Dragonlance books by Richard Knaak that features a minotaur named Kaz. Yes, I own them all. But! I did not steal the character! *grins* I happen to think highly of the author, and the race and world and culture he created. My Kaz, full name Kazanthi de-Arluun, is named in honor of both writer and his character, Kaziganthi de-Orilg. There's a lot they have in common, but my minotaur is not from Krynn, and her world, clan, past, and history are unique to myself.