The past returns in the future. Who; we do not know. Where; we cann't say. When; we cannot tell. Why; who would know? How; who does the planning?
This is just a silly little poem I wrote sometime in 2004 and completely forgot about until I found it today! Well, this is what happens if you stay up all night to write - even your story characters start rebelling :P
Mutt is a Gnome... I'm not sure what his background is... >.> It's all mainly running 'round and 'round in my head! Make it stop! Eh hem... Anyway, yes. Mutt's real name isn't Mutt it's... it's... honestly, I can't remember! Oh, he MUST hate me now! Ugh, I hate it when I forget things... Well, this is Willow (will maybe talk aobut her later) first seeing Mutt. ^^ I think I did an okay description of him.
Inspired by Janja Nicolic's picture 'Give Me Back My Wings' Go have a look at her gallery while you're in the Woods!
A poem about a poor bard (who shares many real life problems to myself) who can't get his songs to work!
This has been some time under way, a part about the early meeting between Mimi and Zée and the launch of..well something.
A tribute to Simone, Emily, Gardner, and all those other countless casualties to this fearsome menace that strangely enough, inspired me.
Finally I have FINISHED my magnum opus, first known as The Frown of Night, now called The World All Before Them. This is the second to last chapter of the saga of Arthur and friends in the afterlife. Comments please!
(Also 'Beyond the Beast'.) Hey all concerned. This is the unofficial after series of my mod's story 'Combating the Beast'. Enjoy. By Order.
A struggling writer is sucked into the fantasy world he created. In this world he must stop the Necromancer from destroying the real world. Part 1 of god knows how many.
This is it! The final chapter of The World All Before Them! It's been a fabulous ride and I'm kinda sad to see it go, but I'd love to have comments. Read and enjoy!
Part four of my slightly disturbing saga about a man's adventures in the afterlife. Comments welcome!
This is the next chapter in my slightly disturbing saga about a man's adventures in the afterlife.
something i found while i was setting this little site up, and it think it's worthy of public viewing, if not perfect
I was at school, had not written anything that year (4th January, but still) nor for a long time before that. My first writer block. I wanted to write something I could remember as my first thing written this year. I thought for what seemed like forever and then I figured it out. Why not just write about someone who cant write? And that is what I did. At first it was supposed to be a poem without any rime or anything like that but then the rime just came into it. Im horrible at poems, I know that, but this one was special enough to me to put it up here for being my first writing in the year 2007.
This piece was meant to be a study in dialogue, a skill I had failed to pick up in my writing ability in the past. By the time it was done I had re-read the entire first act of Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot in order to keep my tone right. This work could well be described as a twisted Absurdist work. Oh, and nothing that happens is accidental.
An idea i have had for a few years. I was always meaning to get around to it.It is set on the world of Syra, on the continent Loke.
Welcome to the madhouse: a frustrated writer, crazy unco-operative characters, lost lines, disagreements, weird packed lunches, a suicidal elf queen, and other horrors. This is something like a parody of my own stuck stories. Usually I prefer writing serious and meaningful things, but this just spilled. Blame my characters ^_^