A little story I wrote when I was infatuated with this guy who had NO interest in me. It was kinda a launching pad for a much more complex story.
Just a somewhat surreal little thing describing the sea... Related to a character in a fantasy story I'm writing... I gave this to a friend once as a gift, I believe...but that doesn't mean I can't put it in Elfwood... Kind of a Celtic/Maritime air about it...and with good reason... The story I mentioned has to do much with Faeries, which as you hopefully know, were (and are) a large part of Celtic mythology...
Dasadia is a lonely vampire who has a mission to find out if the human-seeming Alexia knows what he is
This tiny poem was written at a school Coffeehouse put on by the Creative Writing Enrichment. Fun!
this is the result of a celtic calendar challenge from the illustrious Jenna Morgan . Enjoy a legend of the Holly. 'Come, traveller, step softly on the road. The green hills rise around you, grey in the gathering twilight. Can you hear the music in the mist, the fiddles and the flute? Tarry not on the highway. Turn your eyes away from those pale dancers by the water's edge, with their green silk ribbons. For if they catch you in their coils, 'twill be a year and day before you come home again. And only then if you pay their price... ...for your freedom, a tale....' Sit back, and hear the legend of the Holly Tree and the father of Vampires. p.s. This is officialy my first Mod's Choice. I was amazed, but am happy to finally have a golden feather of my very own!
I came up with a really cool idea and wanted to write a poem about it, but I didn't quite do it justice. I'm thinking of redoing this poem, but here's what I had. I really didn't expect it to be this long or steeped in Norse mythology. I've been trying to do some more rhyming, but I really don't like this abab rhyme scheme. If I have time, I think I'd write it in an off-rhyme scheme, like some parts of Rise and Fall, which is probably one of my only poems I'm actually satisfied with. Ok, stuff about the poem now. It's about the world being a paradise and us coming with our technology and screwing it up (again! seems like a common theme for me) but this time with a Norse mythology slant.
this is kind of a wierd little story fable thing about a sneaky tree mage who is messed up. At least it seems that way to me. Oh and yes i see the tree mage as being a real tree. don't ask.....
Slight little twist of the story.... nah, not going to tell you. Read it and find out for yourself! Again, I think it's a little rushed... I don't seem to be able to write moderately paced stories at the moment. Enjoy!
Getting PAID and getting out never used to be this hard, a team starts on an adventure without really knowing whats going on. In the future, nanotechnology and natural technology has produced among other things, the Millenium Trees, the temporary saviors of Mankid's growing population. But the Trees are threatened, and only a group of kids being chased by everyone has any chance of stopping the literal collapse of the world.
Finally back to Ari and Lance! For pictures visit my other gallery.
High on a hill somewhere in mythical Greece, stands a lifeless old tree. Somehow its form seems to contain the image of an old woman. Passing below its leafless limbs is a well-worn pathway. A rounded stone seat fits into the spreading roots, and a dried-up water pool shares space with the stone. Was she enchanted? What enchanter has changed these forms? A fellow Lothlorien artist has illustrated this poem with one of her drawings. Please visit Joumana's gallery to view her wonderful rendition! http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/lothlorien/artists/joumana/joumana.html
A wandering girl finds herself in a mysterious wood....and meets an unlikely vistor. Is Kallie destined to save her kindgom from an evil magic? Okay, so I know this is still VERY rough. Please be nice when posting your comments. I need help with title ideas, so if you have any, please let me know!
Autumn spun frost shimmers and painted leaves. Change howled and danced. Safely cuddled into Mother Earth an Oak baby dreamt. At first the Acorn dreamt of The Fall.
One of my stories about a character I've been writing about for a while named Garech. He's waiting for an attack on the town he's in, and he sees a huge, strange tree in the distance. There's something very unusual about that tree. A short chunk of something strange, I think I'll write another, longer version of it eventually.
My installment for Project 7. Colaborative effort with Jim Bowers. Thanks Jim!! A little different than most I think... Let me know what you think. Enjoy.