Yet another work-in-progress. The idea came from a girl whose been appearing in my doodles, I called her 'Alyx's angel' because she first properly made her way into Alyx's bday card, then she became a pic and then I decided to make her a story. here's the result but I'm not too sure what on earth the plot is...
This story opens up with the awakening of the magic garden in the bright morning light and the introduction of the main character, Erin, a beautiful young teenage girl who lives at the center of the garden...with all beauty and grace. Little does Erin know the wonders and whimsy of this ethereal garden as she lives day to day embraced by the beauty of it. What strange powers sit within the magic garden?
In this chapter, we flashback to a time when the garden was young...and the old man that owns the garden BECOMES young!
Well, it's been a while and I've been writing another story. A fanfic, at that. ( http://www.fanfiction.net/u/393950/) But I said to my self, I will finish this story before that. Anyway, things are coming to a head, there is much death, I realized I love really bloody and giant battles where main characters die. I have a really busy semester and I can't seem to work unless I'm mostly busy, so we'll see. Sorry I'm such a slacker updater. Heh. Ok- on to the story! Update: Realized that I had Daven confused with Zara which was ultimately confusing me, so fixed that and some spelling/grammar issues.
This one's a cool one...it briefly explains why Toranet is so deserted =] It also is a cool story, of course =]
I don't really think this is that good anymore, and the pointless blurb about the main character's family at the beginning really doesn't make sense.. plus this isn't really finished, but it's all I could be bothered to write. I like the idea, and I liked it at the time I wrote it. Enjoy
This is a little bit of my character's life, Indira Dakmor. It's a little bit of a love story, torture, you know. ::Grins::
---This story is for Elfwood writer Che Franz Joseph Monro, who has been an excellent reader/critic, and is a fantastic writer in his own right--- I admit, I like Episode Three even though it's strange and not for the easily offended. However, there seems to be a lot in it saying 'this story sequence is doomed to imminent lameness after this installment.' It took me a long time to get back to this story, because a great number of things happening in my real life, like moving, getting eye muscle surgery for my son, getting into a couple minor auto accidents, and the holidays---and, of course, getting my Elfwood art gallery up. I'm glad I took a while coming back to this story, because this turned out way better (and way longer) than originally planned.Quick recap: Part One introduces the insanity and wins Mod's Choice despite a flawed story. Part Two focuses on adventure and some cheesy music. Part Three points out the strangeness of a certain religion, and winds up being bizarre (and gets the fewest 'hits') because I was willing to take risks. Part Four also takes risks. It doesn't take place on the border of Orcaporka on the planet Terradum, but at Santa's Village at the North Pole of our very own Earth. If you ever wondered what labor relations were like at the North Pole, here ya go. I believe this is the best one yet. I have scaled back the insane wackiness and taken a more mild, relaxed approach. Slimetrail the Imp has his moment of glory in this story. Brian Claus (the real brains behind Santa's Village) is unveiled in all his zitty, nerdy yet strangely cool glory. When you're done reading, please let me know if I should continue this story or not. I'd sooner discontinue it, rather than let it get staler and triter than your average made-for-TV 'Heartwarming Emotional Family Christmas Reunion Mushiness.' Or, as Neil Young sang so many years ago, 'It's better to burn out than it is to rust.'
One of my less favorite stories, but I'm fairly happy with it on its own. I had been SOOOO inspired when I wrote it; I'd been looking at the full moon on a perfectly clear sky for an hour. Isn't it just beautiful?
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.
I started this one, but I am unsure of how to finish it. It has a good concept, but really, I suppose I got writer's block where this one ends (currently). I will most likely add to this, however. Comments will help me add to it faster *hint hint* =]
A desperate young man searches for the only one with the power to save his people...
Intro to one of my female leads. Her name is Sayda Starlight. Just to give you an idea of who she is, not a final draft.
Another poem, carved onto the Dreemaa tree outside Rill, city of Wolves.(this goes with the Eye of the Storm story)
This came after 'A Brief Moment' ect. and before 'Something Eternal' in my portfolio. I'm not addressing my horrible writing slump to my muse. I wrote these all out of order. You can tell with the more typos there are, the later it was getting. I think there's something charming about the typos, and I don't like fixing them. Not just yet. I wept when I wrote this one. I don't really know why. I think because I know what the few things Luna holds most dearly are. Currently? It's Ahlren. *see 'Something Eternal.'* And I think Luna was talking about losing him and...well? I simply cried. That's the only explination I can give for it. Ah well...enjoy!