The siren Aria is a singing sensation in ancient Greece and has the ego to prove it. But it's not true that she lip-syncs to some of her own songs is it? Written for Bifrost's 'Paparazzi of the Woods' project
16 or 17 and inebriated on the Lovecraftian style, I set out to write the densest piece of prose I could possibly write. I succeeded in writing out some dense prose which, despite itself, in some places seems to actually flow decently. I neglected, however, to come up with a worthwhile story, and so this is overall not worth reading unless you really love dense writing. Try Khoros for a better minotaur story, and Dark Resurrection for a better example of my attempts at Lovecraftianism. (Note: I didn't use a thesaurus, so don't insult us both by making some crack about laying off of them. . . It kind of offends me when someone insinuates that I must have used a book with the express purpose of digging out words that would impress people because they're big and rare, just because the writing is lousy. A lousy writer can still be something of an amateur lexicographer at heart.)
Introducing some new characters: Marabou (mar-e-boo) and Spare. Our little sprite gets a name!
Layle begins to tell of her life prior to her capture by the Granod.
The first in a long line of stories through the eyes of Layle Wheyloth, a captured Cooloon (sprite) maiden.
The second installment. I should proably tell you what the title means. It means 'Death of Magic' in Japanese.*^_^*
The final installment. I like this part because I thought it was fun making up the children. Kids are cute--as long as they belong to someone else or are under the age of 2. ^_^
To the heart of the Twilight City- The Athenaeum, home the the city's Chronicler- comes a stranger seeking aid.
Another extract from Ori's journey. This actually pretty much wrote itself, at around three o'clock in morning. I just happened to be typing at the time. This story got a Mod's Choice on May 6th 2004. My thanks to the moderator who picked it, it means a lot to me!
This is the poem I wrote to guide my tour through nice cave paintings of Elfwood: 'Back to the Roots: Into the Caves of the Woods!' (The picture is one of my own.) Update: I put the verses is a better order!
Here's the first chapter of my, yet to be named, book. Chapter one introduces a couple of the main characters and starts the plot moving.
just some more on my faveorite RPG char..i actually created her after i started writing about her
Ever hear the one about an elf in the desert? Fayn and Daryn find themselves in Lartannas seeking out the orcs, but they didn't expect the desert to be so harsh a place, nor the dangers that lurk there. Meanwhile back in Vindros a secret council forms, settting the stage for a rebellion that may shatter the uneasy peace.
My little fable project for Creative Writing. I wrote it over the course of one weekend and have been picking at it since. Feel free to pick at it more. The entire story takes place over four seasons, and it starts out in the summer. So rather than posting the entire 14-page long story in one place, I split it up into the four seasons. Erh, okay, that makes sense only to me, proably. Oh well. Tell me whatcha think!! ^_^
An alternate ending to 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' by Shakespeare, of course. I acutally wasn't a big fan of the original version, much too light-hearted and silly for my taste. So, here's a lovely (yet tragic) alternate ending! Hope you enjoy it, and leave comments! (I apologize if the format turns out a little strange-looking, I did my best to keep the format decent, but converting it from a DOC to an HTML file may have messed a few things up.. ^_^; )