I'm very pleased with how this one turned out, its very dark and you'll probably want to hug poor Haydain by the end but I'm glad I've written it! Took a while and much deliberating and late nights fussing over the words. Still I never said things were going to be easy in this story. I think this balances the happier beginning a bit better and starts to hint at the problems the Dragonians face, problems they seem to have a knack of making worse for themselves. This is the crescendo of the first two chapters - though not of the whole story and you just wait until Chapter Five if you want to see some of the characters have their minds blown away! There are even a few hints to what may happen in the future and some themes developing to watch out for later. Comments and criticism appreciated and mulled over as always. If you want to discuss this chapter with me or ask a question about it you can post a message in this journal entry.
We made it! The final installment of Severed Shadows!And just in case you are sad to see it all ending, this one leaves it wide open to "Continue". :D
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!
Ok, two more characters to add to the list: Resden, the white mage, and his sister Pilesca. What does Pilesca do? You'll find out!
I wanted to have a go at describing a mythical creature and the rest of the story just sort of followed on. Please leave any comments.
My first story- not part of my seires- wrote it on a sudden impulse. Please critique and comment!
uh.. i was messing around it what supposed to be serious but me and my insane mind had to go and make it humorous ^^ well dominick is pretty humerous so why shouldnt his poems be? personaly i like how it alternates between sanity and insanity hehehe
This is an epic poem I wrote years ago. This is a fictional work set in ancient Ireland, on October 31st. At this time, the ancient Celts used to practice their “new year’s” ritual, as their year ended after the fall harvest. They called this holiday “Samhain”, which literally means “summer’s end”. On this night, they believed that the “veil” that separated the land of the living from the land of the dead was at it’s thinnest point and they could communicate with their deceased loved ones for a short time. In my narrative, the narrator is a traveling bard that has been invited to attend such a Druidic rite, and she is describing a few of the people she sees gathered around her. They all share one common trait, a belief in the old Gods, but they are very different, as you will discover as you read on.
A generally well meaning young man bound to an item of incredible necromantic power gets into trouble with some gnolls and things spiral out of control. With his acerbic and abrasive zombie sidekick, a runaway shadow and a crush on a girl who just might cleave his skull in two, our dark and somewhat handsome rogue is in for a rough time. So is everyone around him.Hopefully this story has all the important parts: romance, danger, humor, a beginning, middle and cliffhanger ending that both gives closure and begs for a sequel. Anyone who takes the time to read all or part of this story should please, please give me feedback. Crush it, pick it apart, chew it up and spit it out if you want to. Or be nice and tell me what IS good about it. Either way, false praise does none of us any good, so if you comment or message me, be honest and blunt. Be downright mean if you feel you must, just use specifics. "You Suck" isn't quite what I'm looking for.