This was greatly inspired by Lewis Carroll, and I just wrote it down right away. It was intended, I suppose, for children and adults who don't want to grow up. For my love ;)
The title really says it all. This is a cool vision I had in my head but couldn't really fit into a narrative. Perhaps one day it will be a chapeter for something.
Needless fluff I wrote when I was bored on day, but fits into the storyline nonetheless.
A once peaceful planet ruled by an evil spiritual force, a slave race wants their freedom and there is only one way to take back the planet that was rightfully theirs...to follow one man on his quest to become one with a secret flame that burns within his very soul and gives him the power to fight the darkness! (Very sci-fi :-))
One month after the burning of Estel Harbor, the Rebellion is stretched to the limit defending Sorrowdale and Saint's Landing from the Gifted mutants. Sylva and Gregg, ragged and tired, return to Sorrowdale with grim news.And deep in the heart of the Moon, a much-changed Rost Grimhand meets his Lord for the first time...
About a young prince named Rey who wants to take the throne from his father and rule the kingdom, but to do that he needs the Silver Staff, and it is placed somewhere on an ilsland far away. He travels togehter with a Shadow he tamed, and the journey is going to be very long and dangerous. But Rey has always been a selfish and evil boy, and only people worhty the throne can touch the Silver Staff. Will he really be able to do it with the help of the people he meets on the way, or is it impossible for him?
Ahhh, the vast amounts of inspiration one gets when reading about the weapons of legend in the Dungeons & Dragons DMG! I'm not sure if this counts as fanfiction, seeing as it fits the rules set for designing a custom weapon of legend for the game, but could still totally work all on its own...
This story is based on a dream I had, with a little change. But nevertheless originated by my subconcuous mind
This is a story of a modern boy who finds himself stuck in a tale from medievil times. He is foreced to fight for his life and later the lives of his friends and familty.
Well, this is the begining of a longer story I am writing. It's main character is a water nymph and it follows his journey throughout the relms of the world, along with his mysterious companion. I started writing it a year ago, but it is obviously still not finished.
In order to save their world, one must come to show them The Way. For the Auroreans, the Goddess will show them the Way of Light. For the Djinsyk's, the Great Mother will show them the Way of Peace. But what if there is another way, one that only a Dark Mystress can show them?
This is more of a 'scene' than a story. I created it to test my hand at writing battles.
Well. For better or for worse, this story insists on being continued. This is a kind of inbetween-sequence to give you an idea of what's happening at the museum. This mermaid of mine is getting creepier and beastlier by the minute. But I like that evolution. Granted, I hate this with a passion - there's no substance to it at all, I need to pray to my author-gods (Adams, Foer, Meyer, Williams, Lukyanenko...) for forgiveness and salvation...but Liesel, a friend of mine who sort of authorizes my work, said she loved it, and Jess (something like my illustrator XD) merely said it's a bit long in places. So I'll just see what Elfwood will say.
Our hero is found, bound, and startled. Then he gets hit in the head.
Part One of the Assembly introduces Veera Anlai, a staff-wielding fighter who must learn the nuances of the ODA league and begin to have confidence in her own abilites.