letter to the bright ones
Hi bright one I speak now, so that you might show your light to me: that I might know a little more of your light, and that you might know how much I admire you and those who have taken to the skies and made their way to the stars. I know each...
Writing practise #1 - Cold night
The text is intentionally short and given without context. i may continue to write on it later though to give it context.
Forever Legendary EXTRA CHAPTER 2 - The Gallade Finds A Girl
"I-It cannot be!" the Gallade stammers, "Who are these three beauties, firmly placed in front of me?" "Uh... We're Team Charm...?" Gardevoir says with a worried look, "Are you OK...?" "CHARMED!" the Gallade replies quickly as he started spinning...
The Mission of Voyager 3
[this short story i wrote was for a scholarship. figured i'd go ahead and post it here...
Savior Chapter 1: complex lives intertwined
"Ughh, my head", I sat up slowly as if rising from the dead my head pounding and my body weak. I scanned my bedroom unable to comprehend why I was on the floor. I heard a noise and without any warning a figure slammed my door...
the pianists journey
I wrote this while listning to a song by a particular music artist I enjoy on newgrounds known as halcyonicfalconX, the song is the same name, so its easy to find, in fact.... heres a link to the song,...
The Last House on the Block
The Last House on the Block As time moved on its never ending march, always forward, never back, the house aged. Though at first a graceful, slow, aging, the house now began to show the ravages of neglect. As two passing consciousnesses,...
Excerpt from Gargul (part 2)
It is early evening as you stop by a farm along the road, asking how much further it is to your destination - the city of Wiss. As far from the war as possible. Recieving word that your goal is no further than 4 hours walk from there, you decide to...
Excerpt from Gargul (part 1)
The Four Stags was a large house; by the looks of it a small farming house that by time had expanded room by room, and was now 2 stories high with lots of small tower-like projections and balconies. The outer walls on the ground floor were made of...
Saying Goodbye
That and it seems so dreary and short, well recent events took a toll on me. my father died a few days ago, i'm holding onto that sealed envelope with the signed card inside he'll never open.
Father's Day [Vent]
#1 of short stories okay, so i wrote this on father's day [and is one of the stories you can find on my weebly]. i just wanted to upload something here tonight before i attempted to start writing again properly. oh yeah!
Faux Gold
Just a little short story i made. the hiker climbed the muddy mountain road, the rain pouring down on him. his boots sunk deep into the mud, his blue eyes' sight blurred by the rain.