Another story with some of how music affects me. Some songs just move you...
A study in characters...had to upload it in two parts. I warn you it is NOT complete yet, and its quite long.
'Our rivalry is only camaraderie.' Delve into the minds and thoughts of the creatures who wander so freely in the night; the ones who you were taught to fear as a child. Perhaps they are not what you were taught.
Garroway is a were-dingo. This is to say, he used to be a normal dingo, with a mate, a section of territory, pups, and the job of helping raise them. One night, something attacked and bit him. The next full moon, the poor feral dog found himself a man. He now tends to stay in a hybrid, or anthro form. Once, when asked about his origins, he responded with this. As a poem, here, it lacks a title, I only called it Garroway's Song to have something to call it. Any suggestions?
A young Mabh (Fiona) in her ignorance, which is bliss for now.
we find out how val and ruto met and whats really between then and the trouble escalades as valimere retells what happened with the necros pet
Well, as I'm a rock-hard, stony-faced being where critisizm to stories is concerned (as I feel I'm the hardest critic of my own terrible work) I'm very sensitive about my poetry. This is a sort of preview to a story soon comming. Night Visitor. I'd LOVE to hear interpretations about this poem as well as anything you think I should improve.
For long periods of time, this is my favorite song. When it's my favorite song, I often write another verse. The first and the three last stanzas always remain in those positions, so if you don't want to read the whole thing (I think it's 180 lines now), read those four and comment. I regard this as a parody of how Hallowe'en is sometimes perceived.
For My hundreth commenteer: Alice Smith. Lycanthropy :a mental disorder where the afflicted believes he/she is able to transform into a wolf with the coming of the full moon. But they only think that; there's no such thing as werewolves. ...Right?
Hrm, I had thought of this idea while listening to a song.. (I forget the name..) and it didn't exactly turn out as good as I had hoped but my friends liked it so I'm posting it. ^.^ Thanks Whitney! She gave me the title for it :)
This Northland Ballad tells of the deeds of Brevan and the wolf-kin, and the ancient war against the deranged mage of Aringore. or it would, if I ever finished it.
This is the story of Iron Tiger, a dragon/tiger panwere. In the darkness of the shadow of a cult called the Hybrus who kidnap lycans, or weres, will she be able to light the way out?
Okay, I realized something when the moderator's e-mail told me that this was too closely borderlined with Resident Evil and Fanfiction is not allowed. So allow me to clear this up. It starts off like RE, but it twists pretty close to the beginning, and the operatives enter a realm where the beings are overruling. Now, they must survive, and ultimately, find a way home. I just didn't want to say all of that and spoil the twist, but better to be cleared up than accused of something I didn't mean the way it came out. This excerpt doesn't really touch on much other than the RE part of it. SORRY TO ALL OF YOU! (MODERATORS ESPECIALLY!!!) This is my Resident Evil styled story. It dwells on a secret organization dealing with such animals as vampires, werewolves, dragons, and the like. I hope it's to your liking. It has too many twists in the story line to actually know who's to blame and why... figure that out yourself... PLEASE COMMENT!
This is a story about this character I had made up quite some time ago named Kacaru. This is the last time he ever saw anything of his family and it is in first person so be nice when critisizing it. Enjoy
This is our little Fiona/Mabh's start in her new home with her foster 'family' and of course, yet another renaming.
Now that Maeve has turned out a real werewolf, she is going to meet her 'pack' - although not everything turns out the way there other wolves had anticipated
a little short piece I came up with on 8/13/99 (Friday the 13th... **blinkblink**). Had this percolating in my head all day and then suddenly sat down and typed up a storm. Brought to you in its origional unedited form.
This is the first chapter of the first book in an urban fantasy mystery series about psychic detectives in St. Louis. The main character of this first story is Ren Forrester, a weredog from a long line of lycanthropes, who will learn he is also a Bard. He moves into an apartment building which is the headquarters for Nightwatch, a group of psychics and mages who protect the streets of St. Louis from the Dark side.
I've been wanting to do a superhero story ever since reading 'The Dark Knight Returns' by Frank Miller, and so here we are. It's turned out to be a neat project, and a great exercise in different styles. The poem used is Blake's 'The Tyger.' Great poem, if you're not familliar with it.