Commission- Femme Fatals
vorel/story © vorel kurik pandora © morbid3500 and featuring r_jinx1 as the evil baron! pandora wrapped her arm around vorel's as they toasted to the success of another fancy party.
Chosen of Ashurha II: Blood of the Fallen
vorel returned with a sly grin.
Chosen of Ashurha- Baptized in Blood (1)
vorel sniffed the air and drank in the scent, forcing herself to enjoy it. "tell me, vorel, what do you know of necromancy?" "i know it's illegal." "do you know why?"
Chosen of Ashurha IV: Thy Kingdom Come
vorel readily tossed a small coin pouch to her. "will this cover anything else i happen across?" the goblin counted out the money and gasped. "y..y..yes, of course. please, keep browsing milady!" vorel grinned.
Writing Exercise 1- Make Me a Suit.
I decided to get over my writer's block by writing little blurbs about vorel. hopefully it'll get the creative juices flowing. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ "interesting.
Pop Goes the Weasel
**pop goes the weasel** by vorel kurik _**round and round the mulberry bush the monkey chased the weasel.
ROUGH DRAFT: For Lucieth
**This is a very, _VERY_ rough draft of a story I owe Lucieth over on FA for my half of an art trade.** **_VERY, VERY ROUGH DRAFT_. So be gentle. =/ Normally I don't write modern stories, and I know next to nothing about gangs (even growing up in the...
Far From Home: How I've improved.
I wrote this when I was 11... ten years ago. XD And yes, I wrote it for Powerpets. LAUGH WITH ME I SAY. Shippou was my friend Jamie's character, Faye was mine. She was deep into anime and gave us all nicknames from the shows they played on adult...
Chance or Fate
This was originally supposed to be a M/M Erotica piece, but after a conversation with my teacher (Offox) I ended up deciding to try and write a fast piece of romantic fiction that was compeltely genderless. ...
Lizzie
**A girl and her dog seek refuge in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. The ending is meant to ambiguous. I left it open for the reader to decide: was she just mad? Did Lizzie survive? Did help ever arrive? This is my first attempt at a journal-styled...
The Color of Passion
Red. Such a stimulating color, loaded with meaning in every culture. Lust, love passion, speed, virility, life... What did it mean now? Was there a hidden message, some meaning he had missed? Sherlock turned the information over in his mind, mulling...
Faust.
I'd sell my soul for talent; for the ability to weave my words around my audience's mind, infecting their memories with haunting visions of fantasies unbridled. I'd sell my soul for beauty; for the ability to steal the breath from my...