**WORKING TITLE** This is the first chapter in the novel I am, SLOWLY, writing. There really isn't much to it but I hinted at a big part of the story you'll see in the next chapter or two, let me know if you figure out what it is. *Hint: Pay attention to the flashback's wording* **UPDATE** Okay... Let's be honest here. I haven't touched this story in years. I have a feeling it'll never get done so... Unless someone -really- wants it to continue and is willing to badger me about it... This will be removed from Elfwood after I get up a larger amount of stories.
This chapter is the Oh no! type chapter. It might not be as good as the others, because I was half asleep when I wrote it.
And here's the second chapter. The original story has 136 pages by now, so there's alot to read yet. Be patient. ^-^ All characters, events, names etc etc are copyright to me!
Chapter 1 of a collaborative piece I'm writing with my dearest friend, Anna Owomoyela, AKA magistrate (not an Elfwood member). We started out wanting to write something surreal, but you can judge what resulted. Enjoy?
the fourth chapter, in which both sianrel and morgan embark upon the long and complicated journey that will eventually lead them to... hee hee. DEATH. mwahahaha. er, maybe not, but i haven't thought of anything better to put in here, so deal with it. :P. split narration again, and some nice bits in here i'm quite pleased with. read on...
This one was written because I wanted to try and write a story inspired on a drawing of a friend of mine...(visit Sjors van Roosmalen on elfwood!)I thought the little hatchling needed a name and...well, it kinda deserved a story too...so here it is...euh, well, I don;t really like the way it's written, but I thought, let's put it in here anyways Sjors's drawing of Wulrough: I wanna see Wulrough
Thanks to all who helped me improve this and churn out a mightily embelished story! Please read and comment still though because its never going to be perfect! A nightmarish vision, a scoulding tavernkeeper and the looming Cycle of Wind's storms - little does the young Darien know that this last day of autumn will bring more than just another terrible winter...
Well, I'm not actually sure whether this is or isn't going to be the prologue for that famous book that I haven't even started yet, but it was meant as such anyway, so it's not far from the truth at least.
So, this is the second chunk of the chapter, significantly larger than the first....I sincerely hope you like dialogue. :( And you don't mind subplots reminiscent of the Industrial Revolution. And you like eery clock-and-dagger type dealings. (But who DOESN'T like those?) Next chapter, I check in with Willow again....
About a man robbed of his love and can't find her again. Wow, that really sounds corny, now dosn't it...
A little more serious story i've been working with for the past month, this was inspired by hours of boredom. I'm currently working on the second chapter: Meeting. It's definately a work in progress and i plan to go over the entire story and change alot of things when i'm finished writing it, but for now, i've just got to get it all written down and sorted out first. This version of the story will definately change, it's still in the preliminary writing stages. This chapter of the story doesn't really have any fantasy elements in it, but it's only the first chapter and nothing really interesting has happened yet. you can look forwards to mages, assassins, prospectors, witches, queen's and a whole cast full of other characters in the chapters to follow.
This is the story of a vampire and his lover. Vampires aren't all bad, you know.. some are good and kind. Not that they actually exist... *ahem* Okay, just OOOOONE apostrophe removed. 'Deaths' should be 'death's'. And 'opal-tinged flesh' ought to be 'opal-tingéd.' Gives it a nice rhythm.
Deshereh is awakened by a small quake to find a stranger trapped under rubble that fell from her roof. Who is this stranger? And why does the Nephil Arthek take some much interest in her? *Wow, a mod's choice. I really wasn't expecting that. Thanks so much for picking my work and for giving me the pretty yellow star! I almost cried when I saw it. =3
Deshereh learns the identity of the wounded man.
An Arrogant Stranger rides into town wondering about the tales of a giant tentacled monster. An Old Man is the only one who can show him the truth.
Well past midnight, lying in bed for hours now, trying to sleep, talking to myself....and this came. The stranger is definately not human, so I saw it fit to put him here.
A girl wakes up in the middle of the night to find a stranger in her room.
This was the first short story I actually completed. I wrote the word 'Flames' at the top of the page, and the rest followed. I have now written six of these one-word title stories, all after the same fashion of writing before I know what I'm going to write. I hope you like it! Comments and constructive criticism welcome.