Wind Whisperer
Wind Whisperer Written by ©Reeden Landshey C'mon lady... There's no need to be shy! I'm... I'm a really gently male, I swear to mah... my father's name. I'll give you a pleasure that... Mmmh, that you could only dream about... All I need is...
Until Forever
The storm showed no sign of slackening anytime soon. The pines outside bent and swayed with every gust, cutting the blowing rain into misty streaks between their boughs. Where was he? She couldn't help but worry. He would come, he always did. He...
Gutpunch 4: Violence of an almost sexual nature
-it's sloppily writer, it's full of itself, the dialogues are horrible, the main character is a one dimensional thing, there's too much purple prose, the entire thing is a stupid allegory written only because the author tried to make himself look more intelligent
Why the crow cries
When i made contact with the ground, a splash of mud covered my getting in my eyes; unable to see i start to flair around trying to get undone: in the proses i ripped my feather out of my back.
Chapter 1 – First encounters
"listen i have been examining the strange spiritual power, but haven't been able to learn much, but what i have learn is that just about anyone, if not all, have quite high spiritual power although it seems to varying between many forms, they may proses
An Interview with gamestreamer/Psudo
As such, relatively few ever stuck with it, lacking the profit motive, and reached a professional grade of prose and storytelling. with artists, it's different.
First Arc: The Fallen Kings -- Chapter 5 -- (5/??) -- {Kuroshingon}
I will be reverting to my prose method of writing but i will keep some convenient parts of the script style for dialogue that is quite lengthy. without further ado, please enjoy this next chapter!
And We Shall Tell the World
The prose was clumsy, the handwriting little more than a scrawl, and the message near unbearably short, but it was done.
Silver Lining - 1
#1 of silver lining mk2 prose second person present novel-length, by chapter. wip you, a newly minted combat pilot with all the associated buckle and swash, find yourself signed up to escort an airship carrying mysterious cargo to places unknown.
The Skeleton
Outside the house they were, at the lonely beach under the dark skies outside the sea roared as waves hit the shores... like meditation in prose. but none one of the guest made any case of the sea.
Impulse
Simmer ps: before the actual story is a short piece of prose that i've tried to fit in somewhere, but i couldn't find a spot. it doesn't really have anything to do with the story in itself.
Beginnings (WIP)
If you and the other passengers would strap into you inertial dampening seats we will begin the landing proses.