A Barely Legible Scrap of Writing Found by Beowulf
It seems as if everything I worked for is coming apart. I've done my best to adjust to this life that I, and my child, are forced to live. In these conditions I am forced to live in, my life is utterly guttural. I'm not what is considered a normal...
The Last Resort Story - Prologue (text)
The Last Resort would seem a rather morbid name for a beautiful beachfront retreat, to the casual observer at least, but there was a very particular reason behind its unusual handle and it had everything to do with marketing. Most of the little tourist...
Sunlight Tiger's Battle
As I look towards the sea I notice a tiger like sky stalking the earth around it. That Tiger crouched down with stripes ablaze with colour prepares to pounce the day into action. With a mighty silent roar he pounces, waking the slumbering creatures of...
Writing practise #1 - Cold night
_I was listening to some music and wanted to try to capture a certain emotion in writing. This is also a test to see, how well I can write stories in English directly. I'd appreciate any feedback. The text is intentionally short and given without...
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...
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.
Rain
"Who am I? Where am I? What am I?" These were the first questions many clones had when they first gained consciousness. It was a time span in which the clones would try and figure that out though their interactions were often limited. They could not...
The Assassin
There was silence. Dead silence. The hunt had began for Xennia, and she was stalking her target slowly, letting the darkness of the night hide her. The target was an armed male wolf, and had many blades and knives on him. The location was a jungle much...
Undertaker of Valen
The room was dimly lit by moonlight. The gloomy paint on the wall chipped and the floorboards dusty with signs of decay. A man sits alone in a rocking chair facing a window,silently rocking back and forth as though he was expecting someone. No one...