Here's a little story that ended up quite accident with a moral. Feel free to print it out and paste it on any one's door or computer it applies to. Moral of the story: if you dont do your job, yes the Earth will come to a crashing halt, and you will really make the other guys mad. :p
Well, after a well placed comment about my descriptions, I guess i'd better explain some of this. A coupla summers ago, I had a job working at Snow Camp Outdoor Theatre. After it was over, I was devastated. (BTW-im going to be an actess...so..) This is the result. I was writing a play about it, and this was the opening monolouge.
This is my version of Little Red Riding Hood- its not like it really but whatever. Its about the endless battle between family and love.
How I got the idea for the name, I really dont know. But its about the life of a test subject. A dream one night. Strang one at that. rated so far pg. nothing serious.. until the next chapter. i'm still working on it though.
This is a new character that I made for a writing contest. She's kind of feministic and has a VERY different view on things, even if that isn't shown so much in this story. I had to cut it because of the contest rules, and unfortunatly most of her crazy things had to go. I'll see if I'll write some more of her sometime. Enjoy!
A poem inspired by a painting I saw. Looking for it to post with this, but its not as easy as one would think.
dedicated to all those who just want some peace in their lives
Another little post-apocalyptic something. Most definately inspired by Hurricane Katrina. Even before Katrina, I'd had the idea that large portions of the world that were below sea level would one day be below the sea if something BIG and destructive happened. I fantasized about the New Madrid fault and the Mississippi River running backwards when I was a teenager. I also had become interested in syncretism in religions and voodoo and hoodoo and rootwork... I like to research fun stuff like real-life magic. I brushed lightly over Santeria, and bought a St. Peter votive... This thing's been sitting untouched for a while. I did a read through to make sure it applies to the Elfwood rules and changed a little thing here or there - 'Amish' to 'Menonite', etc. It's a clearly unfinished portion of a larger piece. Maybe it could have made itself into a novel if I'd kept at it? Maybe my muse will bite me on the... er... This originated as my NaNoWriMo novel for 2006. I made it to about 10,000 words and then had to go back to whatever it was that I was doing in real life. I haven't written anything much since then, except for the occasional blog, naturey nonfiction, and reports for work. I have no motivation and no quiet time. Soon... I hope. I also used lots of footnotes. Mostly for the mods benefit, but I just couldn't help myself once I got started. It was like explaining something to the spellchecker.
This is an unfinished prologue to the comic strip or anime video, still unsure of what I'm going to do with it and what the title is going to be and still in production of it. Most likely going to be a comic strip. It's about AI attempting to exterminate humans on Earth and the humans escape to the moon to rebuild civilization. Some of the humans get left behind and build underground civilizations based upon old magical beliefs, some humans are mutated by a virus released by the AI, some humans escape to the moon and rely on technological advances to survive all the while encountering new alien races.
A very brief story telling the tale of a hoard of werewolves that moved into a city, then vanished without a trace. It started in my fiction class as a way to develop the line "The famine brought them." And all I could think of was that painting of a diner, Nighthawks.
Two pieces of memory... one short, short section in a David Eddings book about Garion meeting a young serf boy who plays a flute... Eddings *never* made any mention of that incident, which I believe to be some of his best ever writing, encapsulated in ... two paragraphs? It deserved a story of its own. The second is of a picture by my good friend Zaril that was sort of a nonsensical representation of the sun choking a boy. I thought it deserved a story, as the sadness is there, and begging to be told of... Note that there is nothing by either Eddings or Zaril in this work... :D
Umm... yeah... thanks to Mernstie, for helping me, n'stuph. It's weird. ^_^
Started writing this along time ago. Don't really remember why. Just finished it recently because I couldn't think of an ending. Hope you like it.
This is the rewrite of the origional poem. I'm rather happy with it because many things have been added or fixed. The poem is not as whimsically worded, there are more lines and they make sense, and a meter exists in this version. THANK YOU PEOPLE FOR COMMENTING AND CRITISISING MY WORK! It helped sooooo much. Thankees to you ^^.
This story is about a girl called Linette who lives on the research space station Gamma2. You'll see what else.
Every story has a beginning. Every hero had a childhood. Every knight had an event that put him on the path on which he walked his life.