This is a poem about a vampire who loved a human,but they had to be separated when she died and he had to live on...
Thirain is an old character of mine, central in my novel series. He is one of the villain's generals, although he frequently travels around the world without anyone knowing who he is. He is thousands of years old, one of the most powerful magicians in the world, and tend to be underrated. As you will see. This is just a small story I put together one day, it's not my best, but not my worst. Written quite a while ago, but I've never uploaded it before now. I hope it's correctly categorized - the novel series is high fantasy, so I tend to think of everything concerning it as that...
..this is kinda weird, it has no point at all, I was in a 'writing' mood the other day and when I started writing this is what came out...kinda bloody, kinda sad, fully weird...tell me what you think
This is a small spontaneous piece of writing that I did, mainly to play with the second person and present tense.
This tale was inspired by something that happened during a session of D&D. Some things can drive a man to drink...especially if he wants to forget them bad enough. (Last Update: 6/8/04)
What happens when a preascendant being gets trapped in an engagement with a superior vampire with a taste for his blood? Well lots of funny situations that's what ;) This is my first try on the story of this weird couple :S ... Also don't bite my neck off because of the spelling mistake in the title :) thats just a hint to the story ;) Hope you enjoy my storry telling ;) or at least the spin off of it :) if you want a taste of my well true story telling then read 'The Soul Mate of a Demon Queen' found in my gallery ;)
Another little snippet; this one is set earlier than the others. This is what happens when Gwen and Lorion ally themselves. I almost feel sorry for Evarian. Lorion really isn't quite that shallow at heart. That is...usually. ;D
This poem was written much later than Misery, but the feelings they invoke in me are so closely related that I am compelled to dub this the sequel to Misery.I really enjoyed how the sillouhette of this poem, when centered, rather resembles a little glass jar.
The challenge for this bit was to describe a villan. I chose a villan from the novel I'm working on, and wrote a scene that takes place between chapters.
This poem is in a style that just sort of comes to me sometimes. A talented friend helped me edit it, mainly removing a few key words to streamline it a little. Otherwise what you see is what you get. When I wrote this I actually thought I was suffering from writer's block so I just started writing something.
I think this story is almost finished. One more part, hopefully. We'll see.
Chapter four. It took me few days to finish it.
Kariscus gets a rather shocking surprise while still in the safety of his tower. Arven frustrates the heck out of himself, and ends up leaving Xenzati. Introduces Mentos, Kariscus' personal servant, and Mirrador, an old friend.
I was bored so, I said, ' Maybe I'll write a short story.' So I did and I kinda like the outcome of it.
An unknown character's thoughts on the color red. Rather contemplative and introverted. See what happens over the summer when I get bored?
A poem about a celebration in Fairyland; a beautiful baby is born and granted with a magical power to guard the world...