Inspire Me
It writes itself in the pages of books and on the screens of tv shows. it whispers to me through the words others speak and write and it sings through the music filling my ears.
T #1 - Headspace
It was a warm and sunny day, late in the summer when the cool chill of fall waited patiently just around the corner. A perfect day to be outside in the fresh air; the children were playing, the birds sang, and the village bustled with life. The...
The Story of Kegawa Akademi
It's been a while since i've written any stories but ever since i came up with this au, i wanted to write a story about how it all happened and how kegawa came into existence so here it is. enjoy!
NM #15 ~ Just Clothes [Pt.1]
It was such a pleasant overall experience and reminded me why i enjoy writing. i've been sitting on it since then, though, incredibly indecisive about posting it. still don't know if i should be, but i am. i dunno how canon this is.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 16
Chapter 16: The Red Warrior Imprisoned The waves became mountains, and all the foam was grass upon the ground. The clouds were storming and the wind whipped the sails forward into frenzy. The little ship was driven up the sides of the mountains,...
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 13
Part 2: The Red Warrior Chapter 13: Travels of the Red Warrior Valdigt was no runner, but she made good time. She had left the others near the bay, headed straight down, and pushed through the hills. The going was hard, but the hills were largely...
NM #13 ~ Window
#13 of niv & mela [ summary: ] niv experiences yet more existential despair [ ~500 words ] why sleep when you can be sad and write about it characters are mine (c)~nivulus 2019 niv lay still, eyes closed and doing his best to deny consciousness.
NM #11 ~ Birthmas
Mela made her way upstairs, following the sound of furious clicking to her target. "_Fuck_." Niv exclaimed as Mela stopped in the doorway, folding her arms and leaning against the frame. "'Cha doin', hon?" She asked, sporting a slight grin. ...
NM #9 ~ Go to Bed Mister
Niv slouched in his chair as he stared at the monitor, clicking idly through social sites for new posts, or messages he knew weren't there. His eyes burned around the edges, wanting desperately to close. He kept searching for stimuli, his only...
THE ARENA
-1- Halcyon -1- The arena. A brutal Colosseum reminiscent of old Rome. The only difference between them where the rules, and It was made entirely of metal. Even the ground floor had a cold metallic sheen. Halcyon approached the gray iron bars...
The poem
All i wonder is why these writing are so alive bring sprits and happiness comes to life, when all i know is that i write for the shake of my life.
Bonus Material: Notes from Fugitive's Trust
I have no intention of ever writing those books. i'd do the follow up stories for magenta or the series of adventures for benayle's children before i did that one. the publisher did put out a call for submission to write it, but no one was hired.