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.
I wrote this as a 9th grade english class assignment. Yes, I know the ending is kinda sketchy. Honestly, I don't know what happened to Evan. If anybody has any ideas for me, they would be very much appreciated.
This is a short story which we wrote in eighth grade and reedited in ninth. We think it is sun but is not at all serious. It is mostly just some silly fun and hopefully you will enjoy it. Gilia is primarilly responsible for this one.
This is a serial, updates shortly...maybe.... Goes on kind of long, I know. And there are several inconsistencies.
The begginings of a young girl who will met out Justice according to the rules of her bloodline, Justice in blood and pain. ((This story is still rough in my opinion so bear with me))
This fragment was found by King Hawkins of Lauralia, whose passion for finding and preserving history became widely known, both during and after his reign. He created the position of Royal Chronicler, which he awarded first to his scribe, Young Lord Elron of the Eastern Woods, only two years after his coronation as king.
Hey everyone, thanks for all of your help with 'Rush', as promised, I'm making it longer, I really hope you enjoy these next few chapters. I don't have much planned, so please give me some comments on what you've read so far.
This is a little short story I wrote. (A very short story) Enjoy it!
This is just one of those sappy romantic short stories which, as all sappy things go, ends in tragedy. Written in 1999.
Aaaand chapter one. Read, enjoy. Advice and such is always appreciated.
I used to go to vo-tech during high school, a career/technical/vocational school. I was taking nursing (which I ended up hating and dropping out of). I would eat lunch there, and me and my friend would usually sit at the same table everyday. One day while we're eating there was this guy--a big guy--who sat at the other end of our table and he pulled out a book. He was the thick-glassed dorky lookin' big guy type that looked a magnet for bullies. Note: that pretty much decribes me in girl form. Haha. He ended up eating at our table for many days straight on and he'd never move, just sat there reading for a solid half hour (we had long lunches at vo-tech). I never had the guts to ask him what he was reading. I was dying to know, because he was really into it. It was a paperback, a really thick one, and he was in the middle of it. Once when my friend was absent, he sat directly across from me. I found myself in a state of hysteria, I HAD to know. So I bent down low, peering under so I could read the cover. I couldn't make it out. The boy didn't see me, he was too preoccupied. I never made a move. I lost my chance that day because I never saw him again. At least not with the book. I wrote this poem based on that incident, thinking that I could drop it over the pages as I slipped by him and sign it as like a secret admirer type thing. But I never did. That's what happens when you never make a move. This is dedicated to my online buddy Azi-chan. I have a tradition of making a poem like this one every year for her and that thick glassed boy I never got to know. Originally written in 2002
Still the Prelude, still much the same. It's the introduction to the madness.
This is my first story and the first part of a larger story.
This is just a silly little poem I wrote sometime in 2004 and completely forgot about until I found it today! Well, this is what happens if you stay up all night to write - even your story characters start rebelling :P
This is a fragment of the Starfire War that I wrote down so I wouldn't forget about it. This might get put into the story when I get to that part, it'll probably change a bit, and there's a faint chance that it won't make it at all. I wasn't entirely sure who was talking in the beginning, so I just used a pronoun before I decided that it's Shara. VonVon is a nickname for Vonderwyn, the main character of a cautionary/explanatory story. I wasn't sure how to handle the Lanar and Shara roleplaying different people (Brandle and Vonder). If anyone reads this (I'm starting to get a bit worried) let me know how it worked out. Please?
couldn't think of a name for this one, but i wrote it the same day as 'faery glade'