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 Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 4:22 pm
 Got a story that you are writing? Well, place it in here for judging! Instructions1. There is no theme for this contest, so you can enter whatever type of story you want. It can be new or old. 2. Post your entry in this thread. Make sure to include the title of your work. 3. Every month we will close the contest for voting. 4. The voting will remain open for five days. 5. After the voting is over, the winner will receive 5,000 gaia gold. 6. A new round will start. Rules1. You may only enter one work in each round. 2. Everything that you submit must be completely your own work. 3. When the voting comes around, please don't vote for yourself. 4. You must be a guild member at the time of your submission to win a prize. 5. Normal plagiarism rules apply. 6. If you win two rounds back-to-back, you have to sit out the next round to give everyone else a chance. Entries
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 4:17 am
Excerpt from my novel in progress. Nescada Copywritten 2008 by Tonya Kellman. All Rights Reserved. Though not specifically Wiccan, one of the characters in this excerpt, is a Lasanian witch faerie, from the planet of Lasan, the most financially powerful and wealthy, leading island-planet in the solar system/alternative universe of Nescada.Nescada Chapter 1 As the claret-coloured shuttle glided smoothly through the air above the rough, unpaved dirt way, Adan Storm felt his stomach tightly clench as a slight flutter of anxiety threatened to make his raging headache worse still. The idea of him getting lost, on what seemed to him at the beginning of his journey nothing more than a simple trip between cities was laughable, but yet he still had not the vaguest idea of where he was. The soft undertone of the engine taunted his worriment as he forced himself to relax. Surveying his wooded surroundings through onyx orbs overshadowed by creased brow, he reached the rather obvious conclusion that he made a wrong turn sometime back. Trouble was he had travelled a great distance since then, and had taken many turns, all of them evidently wide of the mark, and realized his only hope was too keep driving until he met someone who could direct him back to the main interstate. On every side of him there was towering forest, the trunks of which obscured his need to see beyond as they threatened to swallow him whole. He sighed as his frown settled resolutely upon his face. It was going to be a long day. heart Some one was coming. Someone was there. She could feel it. She could feel him. Borne swiftly to her on the back of the wind, came the knowledge that a stranger was in her forest. Freda shivered against the cool comfort of her friend. It had been a long time since any soul save her own, had set foot in her forest domain. Settling herself on the forest floor, she remained hidden by the undergrowth between the trees as she waited. heart Adan’s liner suddenly decelerated, causing him to swerve dangerously onto a narrow lane off whatever road he had been traversing. Hovering a few hesitant seconds, it slowly sank to the ground at a complete stop. The glass hood retracted as wild and snarled curses were hurled into the sky above. “ Frid! How is it possible for me to run out of gas right here, right now? I swear I am going to have someone’s head for this if I ever make it back to Kinderlei!” After a moment he leaped softly to the ground. There was no point to staying with the ship any longer. Scrutinizing his environment through squinted eyes, he saw that the lane he was in was a dead-end and turned right to make his way back to the road he had just veered off from. Walking quietly along the border of the forest, Adan sensed that he was not alone. Feeling slightly wary he glanced about him. Through the immediate darkness of the trees to his right, Adan felt rather than saw a distant light. Peering deeper into the mysterious depth of that place, he saw her eyes upon his face. Withdrawing from the edge he paused in his step, uncertainly returning the gaze. Dark and wild and wintry met, his unwavering confidence faded. The light between the trees dimmed and faded and darkness fell over the shadows within. Adan narrowed his eyes to bring into focus what clouded illusions would have misplaced. He knew there was something in there. Someone he could not see. “This place would be nice if it weren’t so creepy,” he muttered under his breath, trying not to feel so shaken. If someone was in there maybe they could help him get back to the freeway. Kami only knows what else was in there with them though. Looking around he saw that his only other option was to keep walking along the road, without a clue as to when and where it would end. It could be days before he saw another being, before he could find somewhere to sleep or eat. He was Adan Storm, not only would he be in a comfortable bed tonight with a full stomach and most likely a hot female body next to his own, but he would be damned if some forest creature got the best of him today and kept him from his just desserts. Making his way through the nearest two trees towards the source of the ousted light, Adan was straight away thrown into the dark, quiet, mystery of the forest. Not a sound could be heard save the gently running water of some nearby stream and the quiet song of a few small birds. A strong wind rose, almost as though to guide him along his way. The further in he went the thicker the darkness and the hush became. Soon the trees opened up into a small clearing where he was met with a tangible atmosphere of dense fog and fuming wind. A mystical presence was very strong here. And then there she was. Adan wasn’t sure how he knew that it was a “she”. The cloaked figure could have been anything. Then he remembered the eyes he had seen through the light in the trees. “Who are you?” he asked frankly. No response. Hoping to weaken and win over her unwillingness to reveal herself to him, he persevered. “I am Adan Storm. I got lost in this forest on my way to the city of Kheis and I need to find my way back to the main interstate. Can you help me?” Freda observed the man before her in bemusement. He was such an oddity to her that she had no idea what to say. She didn’t know the way back to the main interstate. She didn’t even know what exactly the main interstate was to begin with. He had asked her who she was. She had no intentions of divulging that to a complete stranger; and as interesting as he was, he was invading her territory and that was not allowed. Summoning the wind to block the further encroachment of this man on her home, she slowly retreated. Um, where is she going? Adan thought perplexedly to himself. Just as he was about to follow, a fierce gale emerged from out of nowhere, blocking his path. What the frid is going on here? Then a soft mesmeric intone reached his thoughts as he watched the figure disappear between the trees. Leave and do not return. Then there was nothing. “Um . . . hello? Hey lady, what’s going on here? You can’t just leave me like this! Who do you think you are? Where am I supposed to go, huh?” He paused in his tirade, hoping she’d come back. She didn’t. That was it. Adan had had enough. “I am Adan Storm!” he yelled irately at the space she just disappeared into, arms flinging wild in frustration. “I could buy you twice over. Hell, I could by this whole damn forest and use it for toothpicks if I wanted to! What do you think about that?!” Silence. The shout expelled in anger bounced and echoed off the forest walls. Adan paused again, breathing hard, feeling hell’s fury. “Fine! That’s just fine by me! But you know what? I won’t be able to get out of here if someone doesn’t show me the way! Yup! That’s right! And I’m going to go walking about everywhere, doing all sorts of horrible things to your . . . to your trees!” Light peals of laughter floated about him. “Do you find something funny about this?” he demanded with an arched brow, eyes wide with incredulity and incense. Again the voice inside his thoughts. Yes. Just as he was gearing up for yet another flurry of verbal attacks the voice whispered, Go this way. Follow the wind. He will guide you. Feeling an invisible force pushing him to his left, Adan spun around only to be greeted by nothing. Realizing that it was indeed the wind, albeit less threatening than before, he allowed himself to be escorted through the woods. Walking for the rest of the day alongside his invisible guide, Adan’s thoughts where on the cloaked female. She seemed young, about his age, nineteen, if not younger. She had a nice voice. He wondered what she was doing in the forest. It was obvious she lived there, but why would someone his age live alone in the woods? By the time he reached the interstate it was night time and he was tired and irritated because it seemed that his bed, food and woman for the night was still an awfully long way away. But truthfully he was most frustrated because he realized that he never even saw that girl’s face or learnt her name and he probably never would. Turning around he said a sincere thank you to his escort and to the lady of the forest. Walking along the border of the highway with his thumb finger extended, a small smile graced his lips when he heard the gracious whisper, You are welcome.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 12:44 pm
This is an exert from a book i'm hoping to write. Its very much a work in progress, but i thought i'd give it a shot!
"All's Fair"
I guess I should have known. I mean, deep down, on some level, it should have been obvious. But I guess I just didn't want to face the facts. So, when Dan told me he loved someone else, and that I didnt mean anything to him anymore... Well, I was stupid. Of course I was stupid. I cried and sobbed and threw a tantrum like some stupid little child. All the time i was crying and begging, it was like part of me stepped back and watched. Part of me was stood there, shaking her head, going "For gods sake, Ella, what are you doing? You're nearly twenty, not three." But Of course, that didn't help. I ended up crying more.
Of course, I chucked him out of the house, threw his stuff at him, made fuss, then bolted the door, ran upstairs and collapsed on my bed. It was weird, this anger that I felt. It was real, honest rage, twisting inside me and tying knots in my throat, like when you dont chew your food properly and it just slips slowly down your throat in one big lump. Ever done that? You feel like its burning, like you're suffocating, like it's never going to end.
I remember looking at myself in the mirror. At my long, chestnut curls. They fell down to my waist, in natural ringlets. I remembered how he used to smile, call me his "little dolly"... dolly... expendable, emotionless, old-fashioned plaything. I remember screaming at my reflection, and grabbing the nail scissors off the dresser, and hacking away, blindly. Chunk after chunk of my hair fell to the floor like pheasants shot from the sky. The little hairs went down my shirt and itched like mad, but i didn't care. By the time i was finished, I looked a right state. My cheeks were pink and blotchy, my mascara had smudged all over my face, i was still snivelling and sobbing, and my hair was now in uneven clumps, hanging limp and lifelesss around my head. I knelt on the floor and let the grief wash over me. I must have sat there for a good three hours, just crying. I know it was long into the night before i managed to get up.
The next few days were awful. I barely moved from my bed, just watching one mindless daytime tv show after another. My head stayed buried in the pillows, not wanting to look or move or think, in case anything reminded me of him. But then, something happened. Something... weird...
Two days after he left, I woke up, in the dead of night, the normally plum coloured bedsheets looking black, drenched with my own sweat. My eyes felt heavy, and my back ached. My throat felt like sandpaper. I slowly dragged one foot after the other out of the cold, damp sheets, and shuffled downstairs into the darkened kitchen. Grabbing the first glass i could find, I turned on the tap and let the water rush into it. I felt at my throat and realised I was still wearing my pendant... My pendant is a delicate silver pentagram, encrusted with a red gemstone at each point. When I touched it, it felt searing hot. Of course, I thought nothing of it at the time, and turned to go back up to bed. My gaze settled on a photo, in a cheap faux-leather frame, of Dan and I, smiling at some amusement park or something. His smile was mocking me even in the photo... or maybe it was in my own mind... But either way, I hated him for it.
"b*****d..." I muttered, picking up the photoframe, and throwing it into the fireplace. It broke into five pieces and the photo sprang out. "I wish you'd just die!" I screamed, storming back upstairs.
The next morning, i woke up. The sheets around me were still sticky with sweat, but i didnt notice. I felt the pentagram pendant burning into my skin like an iron poker. I ripped it off over my head- That was when I noticed. My hair had grown back to its full length, stretching right down to my stomach, hugging to my clammy skin. My breath came hard and fast as i saw the broken glass on the bedside table. I knew something was wrong. I raced downstairs, screeching to a halt when i saw the fireplace...
Blood. Everywhere. The photoframe, shattered from impact, lay still in the fireplace, dyed a sickening blackish red. The photo itself was nailed to the mantle, the corners dripping with the same vicious liquid. My breath was held tight in my chest, but something pulled me towards it. The nail that held the photo in place was long and rusted, and had been driven through the very centre of Dan's face. I felt sick, as i took my hand away and saw it too was coverred in blood. Sharp tears clawed at my eyes as i read what had been burned into the mantle...
"Wish granted..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 7:18 am
The wind blow, and the moon shown bright above, sweeping the heavens with a solemn light that would make any mover of the nigth tremble in trapidation or joy of the sweet light glimpsing flesh. On that cool summer night the dogs were out and she was running. Running away from everything she'd known, everything she'd been for the last ten years of her left. She was part of a crafting guild, a beautiful crafting guild, that had taught her everything she'd ever known about the movement of the string, the warmth and tender thought that could be put into a sweater for a child or a new pair of pants for a working man's body. But this was a time of war and every sewer's hands were need for Jersey's for men in war. But she could only be sad, weren't her hands ment to make clothing for childern? Or for men in pain ? Her sorrow had carried over into the clothing she'd made in hopes of protecting these brave men, that they would return to there family's.
((I won't be able to finish the story right now, I Will finish it dough)
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 3:54 pm
Congratulations to Lorielei Earthe and Mad Madam Mimm for tying.
The next round will start now!
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 5:38 pm
(Well, here's a short story that I wrote one day after having a sudden burst of imagination. xd I hope you don't mind it being in an "alternate dimension-ish" format.) New Moon: Skin the color of sweet milk glittered in the depths of the stream. Blue, feminine eyes were shielded by eyelids, prevented from opening by crystal clear water. Rosy lips held what air was left inside the young girl’s lungs. Suddenly, the girl sprang upright into a sitting position, drenched with the stream water. She rubbed her back, aching from the rocks embedded in the stream’s bottom and attempted to shake off any remaining water. She wrung out the liquid in her bright blonde hair, tinted brown by the fluid, and ruffled it. As she stood up in the stream, she realized that her purple nightgown, licking at her ankles, had been soaked. She exhaled sharply in agitation and tried her best to rid the garment of water, succeeding. She silently cursed the stream and stepped onto dry land, the blades of grass tickling her bare feet. Scratching at her head, the young girl wandered towards a nearby tree. “A weeping willow, are you?” she asked, more to herself than anything, as she began to stroke the tree softly. Yesss…, moaned a far-off voice. The girl, Amethyst as she was known, jumped up in shock. “Who’s there?” she asked, her voice shaky. It is meee….the treeee…, the voice groaned again. Amethyst’s eyes furrowed as she placed her hand on the willow, feeling the energy inside its bark twitch and hum. “I didn’t know trees could talk,” she stated bluntly, still in a shocked state. A hoarse laugh emantaed from the tree. Ahh…yesss…we trees can taaalk…we are in fact aliiive as any otheeer creatuuure…All creatures have thoouughts…only a ceeertain few can heeaar usss…Amethyst felt awkward at that moment, unsure of what to say next. Instinct took over and she held out her hand, grasping a limp branch of the willow. “Hello, dear tree,” she began. “My name is Amethyst Lavenlight, fourth member of the Angel Wing Army and first daughter to Lord Moonshine.” The girl in purple was quite shocked to hear such formality escape her lips. The willow’s branch shivered in her hands and it chuckled. My, myyy…Lord Moooonshine…It has been quiiite a while since I’ve heard that naaame…You must have journeyed faaar…Won’t you teeell an old willow where you are heeeaaaded?The girl in the purple nightgown scratched at her head and her mouth took control. “I am headed to the land of Fil’magorra, in search of the White Stone.” Oh myyy…, muttered the tree to herself. That’s quite a waaays awaaay, deary…You might haaave better luck with faaaster transportaaation…A high-pitched whistle squealed into the air and not too long after followed the flickering of an insect’s wings. A large green dragonfly landed beside the weeping willow and looked at Amethyst with mirror eyes. The girl smiled. “You are far too kind, madam.” She could feel the tree shrug. Pleeaase…call me Wilnona…Amethyst nodded as she straddled the dragonfly gently, thankful for Wilnona’s guidance. Facing forward, the girl clad in purple gripped an upright scale tightly as the insect took off at light speed towards the sky. The bitter wind whipped at Amethyst’s soft flesh as the pair drifted higher and higher. At one point, the oxygen seemed to disappear, only to reappear a split second later once the ground was reached. The girl took care to dismount the beast, not wanting to ruin her purple nightgown. She softly patted the creature’s head and thanked it for its help. The dragonfly buzzed warmly before shooting back into the sky. Stretching her back, Amethyst muttered to herself. “I feel like an old grandma…” She blinked, realizing the irony of her words. Amethyst chuckled to herself as two apparitions appeared by her sides. The one on her right was an elderly woman with glasses and brown hair. She was very motherly by nature and emanated love and care. On Amethyst’s right was a young man, around the age of a father, who was unshaved and had a gruff visage. His external energy consisted solely of protection, while his internal energy was gentle and kind. “Amethyst,” he barked suddenly, trying to catch the girl’s attention. “Fil’magorra is not but yards away.” Amethyst stretched her shoulders and neck as she responded. “I know, I know. Thankfully, the willow tree gave me a ride. I would’ve been stuck wandering around this place for days without her help.” The elderly spirit nodded. “Indeed, she was a great being. She’ll be sure to have a wonderful next life.” The male entity coughed in agreement. “Yeah…,” whispered Amethyst, a smile creeping upon her lips. “Anyway, shall we head onward to Fil’magorra?” She began to walk up a rather large hill but stumbled halfway up, falling backwards. The male spirit sprang into action. His right arm made a quick jerk across his chest and Amethyst found balance once more. “…Oops,” she muttered a second late. She looked back at the entities behind her and smiled sheepishly. “You should be more careful!” growled the man. “You could’ve hurt yourself!” The old woman frowned and touched his arm. “Now, now…Don’t be so tough on the dear…” “Don’t be so tough?! Are you kidding me?!” The man tugged his arm out of the woman’s grasp and stamped his foot on the ground angrily before vanishing. The woman sighed. “He can be such a handful…” Amethyst smiled at her elder. “That’s what fathers are for.” *** The sun began its descent, turning the once blue sky into shades of red and purple. It was then that the girl and the woman came upon the city of Fil’magorra. Seen from the top of a hill, the bustling city shimmered in the sunset and pleased the eyes. Amethyst smiled to herself as she took off down the hill, blades of grass blurring from her speed. The elderly woman shook her head thoughtfully. “Ah…the joys of living…” She floated effortlessly at a quick pace behind her relative. The city quickly approached and before Amethyst knew it, the gates suddenly loomed overhead. She couldn’t help but stare in awe at their magnificence. “Let me get that for you, dear,” cooed the elder as she waved her hand. The gates opened on command, creaking quite loudly. The speakers on both sides of the gates erupted in greeting. “Welcome to Fil’magorra! Land of Eden! Home of the Fountain! Sanctum of Valhalla! Enter, one and all, to see its glory!” Amethyst lifted her brow. “What is this, heaven or something?” The elderly woman laughed. “No, dear. It’s more like a “museum”, I’d say…” “A mu-….,” Amethyst shrugged it off. Onward the pair went, deep into the depths of the city… *** Night fell quickly and the pair would’ve been blinded by darkness if the older woman hadn’t been around. Spirits tended to radiate a sort of light every now-and-then that proved very helpful in dim situations. “The stone you’re looking for is just around this corner,” stated the woman quietly, so as not to stir the silence. Amethyst followed the woman’s instructions and found herself entering an abandoned bar. A neon sign to the left of the girl flashed the word “beer” on and off, humming electronically. “This is quite a dump,” grumbled Amethyst as she sorted through dusty cabinets and fridges filled with expired goods, quietly gagging as the odors infiltrated her senses. “Ahem.” A familiar voice caught Amethyst’s attention and she spun around to locate the source. The male entity that had saved her a bruise or two was sitting in an old bar stool, a shining white stone resting in the palm of his hand. He grinned at the girl in purple. “I’m not such a bad spirit guide, after all, huh?” Amethyst laughed, a smile growing across her lips. “No, you aren’t too bad.” The stone was quickly passed to Amethyst and it trembled with a plethora of energy in her hands. “May you have a safe trip back home,” prayed the male entity as he rested his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it softly and lovingly. “Until next time, Amethyst.” “Until next time,” smiled the girl in purple as she vanished into the white light…
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 8:05 pm
This is a part of a short story that I began writing a couple years back. I haven't had much progress on it, but I may pick it up again soon. I hope you all like it! Feedback is welcomed.
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We sat on the couch in front of the fire, her in my arms sipping at hot cocoa. This was our third date, the first two held at night clubs by her choice. This was mine. She seemed to be enjoying it, as was I.
As I drew a breath, not deep enough to be a sigh, I drew in the scent of her hair. Lavender, a calming scent. Beneath that was the floral scent of her perfume. It suited her.
"So," she started suddenly, "Tell me about yourself." She smiled. "We didn't get many chances to actually talk on our last two dates." I returned her smile, though she couldn't see it. I liked that about her. She would rather engage in conversation than more physical relations. "Well," I said, stroking her dark hair, "what do you want to know?" She was silent, as if thinking. The fire gave a lovely glow to her skin and hair.
"Tell me about your life, your childhood, teenage years, et cetera." I had to smile again. "Only if you promise me one thing," I replied, my expression falling a bit. "What?" She tilted her head back, now laying it against the right side of my chest. Her eyes were dark brown, but never to be mistaken for black. "Don't leave." I knew they had worried her, my words. I could see it on her face. "Okay..." she agreed quietly, looking at the fire again. I felt her unease.
"I was born 28 years ago, in 1978. I lived with my mother, father, and older brother in a house in Pennsylvania. Our town was small, set in a valley between mountains. Our home was on the edge of town, and our back yard was mostly wooded. My brother and I loved it. Every night we would wander those woods with our toy flashlights, and often, we would have friends over to play our version of Manhunt. Simply hide-and-seek split into two groups: one to hide and one to seek. It was one night during winter that we played. I was 8 and my brother, Taylor, was 10. Snow covered the ground about a foot deep, a large amount of it marred by our boot prints. It was a cloudless night and the moon was almost full. With snow and no leaves on the trees, we didn't need our flashlights.
"There were only four of us that night, and my brother and I were on the same team. We were hiding. By this time we knew almost all of those woods by heart, so we had an unfair advantage and were quite good at the game. As usual, we split up to hide. It made it harder for our friends to find us. I, being small, had no problem hiding behind large trees, and thats close to what I did. I had found a few days earlier, a tree on a small hill. When I jumped from the hill, I turned to find the hill hollow. It seemed to be sturdy, considering it had held me and the tree, so I crawled into it. I dubbed it my new hiding place.
"I sat there for what seemed like hours. Being 8 at the time, I had no sense of time, nor did I have much patience. I listened closely to the quiet of the winter night, not even my own breathing piercing the silence. And that was what had worried I couldn't hear anything. I didn't expect to hear animals or insects, but I had expected the noisy voices of our two friends.
"I was about to give up when I heard quiet footsteps approaching. Being the child I was, I decided to give whoever it was a good scare. As the footsteps stopped above me, I jumped out and yelled. My eyes met with a pair of yellow ones, the smell of death and rotten things meeting my nose. I stood staring into the eyes of a rather large wolf. His fur, I remember, was pure white except his ears and the tip of his tail. Those were black.
"I was frightened as could be, but the wolf did nothing but pant in my face. The breath was foul, but I dared not move. Then the wolf turned and began trotting off. I watched it until I could see it no more, which was not for very long. It was long, however, before I could move again. In the days after that I was paranoid in those woods. I was always on alert, watching every movement. Soon I began studying details more than I had before.
"It was another three years before I met that wolf again. I had turned 11 two weeks before, and my brother was turning 13 the next day. By that time I had become more accustomed to the woods. I could use shifted sticks and broken twigs as markers and track animals easily. But I'm getting off track.
"My brother held his birthday celebration the day before his birthday, since it was on a Monday that year. He had invited our friends over for the night, and we were holding a game of Manhunt in the woods, as usual. I, along with my team, was the seeker. It was dark and Summer, so the woods were almost completely black. I went further into the woods. I had had a feeling my brother would be there. Instead of him though, I came across a brook running to the north. There, drinking from the crystal water, was the white wolf.
"It lifted its massive head and looked at me with bright eyes once again. I stood motionless in shock. It approached me and began sniffing me. I kept still, afraid of getting bitten. Surely enough that was what had happened. He bit me on the hand, drawing blood of course. Ill skip the gruesome details and simply say that my hand was mangled. I got away of course, but during the next week I was bedridden. I had a constant fever and was prone to fits of rage."
I stayed quiet then and looked down at her. She stared blankly at the fire, probably trying to imagine the scenes I had described or figuring out a way to get out of here. I couldn't be sure. She looked up at me. "What happened then?" I smiled and hugged her, kissing her forehead softly before I continued.
"A week after I had been bitten, I awoke to find that the fever had broken. But I was hungry. Even after breakfast I was hungry. So I ate until I was satisfied. You'd be surprised how much it took to do that.
"My day went as normal then. I went to school with my brother and came home to go play in the woods. Things got a bit odd to me when we began playing tag. I had found that I was faster than all of them, my friends and brother. Instead of simply tagging, I would tackle. Chasing them gave me quite the adrenaline rush. By the end of the game, I hadn't even broken a sweat under the August sun. Everyone else was near dehydration.
"That night, I couldn't sleep. I could hear everything. The crickets that I normally almost never heard sounded like they were in my room with me. I could hear a mouse as an owl picked It up from the ground. So naturally, I got curious. I snuck outside and stood on the edge of the woods, listening. It truly was amazing, as was the detail in which I saw everything, but what I found most interesting were the things I could smell. I cannot accurately explain that though. I wandered the woods alone that night, guided by the light of the moon.
"By morning I had gone through all of the woods. It was nothing out of the ordinary. I loved those woods. They had become like a second home to me.
"The next night was when I really changed I was restless again and decided to wander the woods, my woods. I had gotten to the brook and met with a small buck. We stared at each other for a long moment. I could smell him, a musky, earthy smell. I could hear his heart beating so fast. I could tell he was scared. And then he ran. I chased after him. Amazingly enough I was able to keep up with him.
"A sudden impulse had caused me to attack the creature. As soon as we were both down, I froze and let him get away. I felt my insides moving. I could see the muscles and bones under my skin moving. It was painful, more so than I could remember anything being. The mere sensation of my insides moving like that made me sick. I felt something other than muscles and bones and organs moving beneath my skin though, and it hurt. It felt like tiny needles poking my back, trying to escape. I could see my nose rearranging itself, my whole head, and my whole body. My mouth and nose lengthened, my spine grew, and my feet shrank. Ill not describe the rest. I cannot describe everything correctly.
"When it was over, I stood, easily the size of a newborn horse. My fur was a dark auburn, like my hair now, and my eyes, a brown bright enough to be called gold. I was amazed at both what I had become and how my senses had intensified.
"I assumed that it was the adrenaline that had brought on the change. It truly was intriguing, but I wasn't as surprised as I should have been. I had read a lot about werewolves, thanks to my interest in fantasy. I spent the rest of the night trying to change back, but nothing had worked. I fell asleep outside near dawn and awoke with a roosters crow. I found that I had returned to normal, and was nude. Changing had destroyed my clothes. Luckily, I kept my shoes with me, the only things to not be ripped apart, and no one was awake in the house. Inside, I went quickly to my room, dressed, and went to bed.
"Summer became autumn, and autumn became winter, then winter became spring. Before I knew it, three years had passed. I was fifteen, and summer had just begun. School was out for the season, and we were moving. My brother and I protested strongly, and I more fiercely than he. Those woods really had become my second home. By that time, I had learned to hunt the deer and rabbit and squirrel that lived there, and that fleas really were devilish creatures. I had also learned to fight as a wolf. I had gone from wandering my woods to wandering my town. People in that town were mostly rednecks; so of course, they owned large and strong dogs. I got my fair share of injuries from them, but in three years time, I had beaten every one of them. But again, I'm getting off track.
"I saw the white wolf again, and for the last time. He appeared to me before I had changed. He came to me as a wolf, but by my request, became a man. He looked young, probably in his early thirties. We both stayed in our human forms and talked at the den by the brook. He spoke of his life before he became a werewolf. It was during that time that I had asked why he had chosen to change me."
I paused again and looked down at her. She stared out the window, playing with my hand and smiling slightly. "Are you hungry?" She nodded, smiling a bit more widely. We stood and walked to the kitchen, where I proceeded to make stir-fried vegetables with rice. While I cooked, she sat at the island in the center of my kitchen.
"So what did the other werewolf say?" I smiled. "He told me that he had chosen me because he had seen something in me, a potential that he hadn't seen in my brother or friends." I finished cooking and, after serving the food, cleaned up and sat across from her, on the other side of the island.
"Keep going." Again, I smiled.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 9:44 am
Please vote now. This poll will stay up until next Friday.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 9:51 pm
The winner for our works of fiction contest is New Moon by Amethyst Lavenlight! Congratulations! The next round has started!
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 6:45 am
A Little Hope
Chapter 1
Pearly white hair and snowy clothes glimmered in the moonlight as the silent guardian sat once more on the peak of Raven's Rock. Her motionless spear reflected the glow of a thousand stars. A light breeze ruffled the grass and swayed the trees, but the taciturn protector remained motionless.
The lights of the houses below had long gone out, leaving nothing but darkness. An unfamiliar rustling pricked at the woman's ears, rousing her out of her statue-like state. A shadow came rustling out of the copse to her rear and towards her. Without hesitation, the lone defender spun around, striking the figure's head with her spear and knocking it to the ground. She swiftly put her foot on it's chest and her lance to it's throat, poised to stike.
"Esperanca! It's me!" A panicked voice came from the writhing mass on the floor. The woman sighed and released it from under her foot. Leaving it to scramble to it's feet, she returned to her post. A gentle, melodious voice tumbled from her lips and carried softly on the breeze.
"Why are you here, Foi? I have told you never to follow me. Why must you disobey me?" As she spoke, a short, mousey haired man dressed in green stepped into the moonlight. Brushing himself off, he replied in a timid voice, more befitting of a child.
"You speak as though you are my master." Esperanca remained still. Foi continued, "Tatti sent me." The woman suddenly met the gaze of the timid gentleman with extreme ferocity.
"And what does Tatti have to say that he couldn't come and say to me himself?" Foi quailed under the piercing blue gaze that was being directed at him. Esperanca remained unblinking. Foi squirmed slightly and remained silent. Esperanca pointed her spear at the man's neck once more and barked, "out with it, or I shall gut you."
"The age of monsters has passed, Esperanca. You see that village?" Foi pointed to the thatched roofs as he spoke. "It has doubled in size. The villagers are safe and happy. You need not do this. You will exhaust yourself." Esperanca lowered her spear and returned her gaze to the houses.
"Since when has Tatti been worried about my wellbeing?" Her voice sounded distant and wistful. Foi looked at her and barely dared to speak.
"He cares more than he likes to let on. You are not the only one to suffer losses because of the creatures, Esperanca. He suffers too..." Foi paused as Esperanca's expression saddened. "To be truthful, he didn't really send me. He told me his thoughts and his fears and I thought you should know..."
A single tear glittered as it crept down Esperanca's cheek. The images in her head played once again. Her mother, her father, her brother, all savaged by nightmarish creatures... Blood splattered on the walls as she watched helplessly from inside a wardrobe... Screams and snarls echoed in her brain...
"Do you know why I do what I do?" Esperanca whispered in a quivering voice. "Because nobody should go through what we have been through. Because nobody deserves these images, these nightmares. Don't you think I know that the time of those beasts has passed? But I stay here in case they return." She took in a deep breath and wiped her face with her pure white sleeve, composing herself. Her voice came more stable and she regained her determined demeanor. "The departure of the creatures was far too swift. These nights have been far too quiet. I will guard this place with my life. Regardless of what you or Tatti think."
The sun started to creep up over the horizon, bringing birdsong as it came. Foi marvelled at Esperanca's resolve. Esperanca turned to Foi and smiled. "Let's go home, Foi. You can watch me beat up Tatti." They laughed as they entered the woods and disappeared from the peak.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 3:14 pm
A Tail of the Wood Dwellers
by, Zabazor
The lush thick forest was full of life. The trees russtled as woodland ceratures travled from branch to branch. Wild flowers were scattered across the ground, as were the prints of little feet from steps once taken a long time ago. The wood seemed to be untouched by human hand, just as nature intended, but if one listened close enough they could hear the faint wisper of life from within.
Deep in the heart of this wonder was a small little cottage that you are very familiar with. Its earthy exterior makes it seem to almost blend in with the wood around it. It's roof is a mesh of dried grass and leaves which may groups of insects have claimed to be their home as well. You realize the house you are gazing at is your own and decide to enter. But before you reach the door, you are stopped by a stone with your fathers name upon it. It is his tombstone, and he has been gone many year before. It's been so long you don't seem to even remember him and move on.
The soud of crunching leaves upon the soft earth below is all you hear as you enter the room. You look around and fill yourself with the familiarity of your posessions. You have entered your sanctuary, a place where you are free from harm, and you are at peace. A hoars voice of an old woman is heard from a neiboring room and you recognize it as your motherr. You move to her and she asks how your day has been. You tell her you have done well but have nothing to show for it, when really you have forgotten what it was you were going to get in the first place. She paitently reminds you that you were to fetch her some berries so she can make her pie. She was so pleased to see you she didnt even care that she had to tell you this for the third time. You apologize for your forgetfullness and begin your jurney to find some berries.
You wonder aimlessly through the forest looking high and low for what ever berries you could come across. But only after moments your mind wonders off yet again and you find yourself folowing some squirls playing amongst the trees. You watch them swirl about in beautiful patterns as they play with one another. You can't help but think what it would be like to have a friend. You have been alone all your life being so far from civilization, and every once and a while it got to you. You shrug off the feeling and smile with glee at the creatures above you.
You continue to folow the odd little things untill you reach a strang river you have never seen before. The river is black and makes no noise as it rolls across the land. You think it looks very deep since it is so dark and are to frightened to cross it. You drop your hand to feel the water but it is solid. The river is a solid mass of black, and since it is, you decide to cross it.
Sudenly, the river begins to rumble. You hear the sound of rushing water growing nearer with each breath. You are scared stiff and just stand there. A strange creature charges toward you with big glowing eyes. You try to make sence of the situation, but the creature swerves off hte river and into a tree.
You look puzled as two stranger creatures step out. They look like you but their ears are so round, their bodies so fat, their skin so much darker. You think they look a little silly. then you think of the squirly again and wonder if these could posible be your new friends. You go to greet them but they do not understand your words. Their faces fill with discust and repulse. One screams out the word "monster" but you don't know its meaning. Their faces can say it all as you are covered in a veil of fear. The creature that once charged down the river now bursted into flames. You do not understand, but the creatures seem to be very angery, and have murder in their hearts.
You turn and run, but the creatures foow you muttering words into an utter mess. They carry with them both makeshift tourches from the burning animal, and chant hate into you ears. You are terified. You think, if only you could make it home, make it to your safe and peacecfull home, maybe you could be safe. You run even faster with the pain now growing in your legs, yet they still folow.
You enter the cottage before them, but they trail swiftly behind. You mother's face is full of fear. She knows what is going on. She easks if you remember anything about your fathers death? You tell her you didn't. She explains how this is a fate to match his alike. You ask why they hate us so much? She tells of peacefull time when we shared the land together, but all has changed. The humans are greedy and want it all for themself. They would rather this place ruined for profit than bask in its beauty forever. It started with one, and now they are all tought to hate us. We are feared now because we are diffrent, and i dont think that will ever change.
You try to give her hope, but it is to late. The humans had made their way to the cottage and it had already been lit. The fire quickly spreads to the roof and quiskly ignites. Sparks fly high into the sky as the house continues to burn. Your mother looks to you and says her final words, "I can't loose you now too."
The enormus flame consumed the entire in a matter of minutes. All that was left was a pile of ash. The human went back to the black river unscared and free. They were clueless to the damage they had trully done. As the ash spread through the air it was as if the flame of life was snuffed out. trees died, ainmals perished, and seeds would never grow again, all because they killed the last of the elves.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 10:15 am
Our winner is A Little Hope by SwirlingDark! Congratulations! smile
The new round starts... NOW!
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 3:32 pm
Untitled, as of yet. Hope people like. It's the beginning of a novel I'm writing. This is my confession. People say I will go to hell for what I’ve done, but I don’t really know. All I know is that if I don’t write everything down, people will forget, and I can’t let that happen. I need to be remembered, and I need people to remember the monster they created. I hope they make the same mistake again; they deserve to be punished a thousand times for what they did. That’s what I tried to do, and I hope I did a good job of it. I’m only book one, though. There are many more of them, written by other sinners like me. We stuck together and punished the human race for what they did. My story starts in the year of 2028, the approximate year that I was ‘born’. Eight years prior, the third World War ended with a joining of all the countries to form a single government, under which smaller, individual governments, acted, in each country. The ‘official government,’ or as it’s called by the authorities, the First Power, controls everyone else, and can even kill off a whole continent, if it wanted to. I suppose they named it the First Power under the assumption that there would be more. It would have been a great idea, if it had worked out. In the year 2025, the First Power issued a secret order for the lesser governments to begin testing enhancement of the human bodies, making them stronger, faster, more intelligent. Each of the largest countries were to focus on the enhancement of a single trait – speed, strength, knowledge, sight, hearing – as well as the slight changes for everything else. I was ‘born’ in Washington USA. I was their second project; one being done just for fun, supposed to be secret from the First Power. Eventually they found out, though, and I was brought for testing along with all the others. That was a mistake by them. ******* Liquid fire is running through me, burning me inside and out. It’s been going on for what seems like days, but I can’t remember anything before it; Just this constant agony. Why is this happening? I wish it would stop. Maybe there’s a reason for it. I could have been a criminal, and this is my punishment. Or maybe I was a terrorist, and they’re killing me slowly. That’s what it feels like. I can’t remember, though; not even my name. How old am I? Am I male or female? It doesn’t really matter if I’m dying, though. Dying might actually be nice, compared to this. Even if I do go to hell. This pain is less now. Does that mean I’m almost dead, or that they’re stopping? Who is ‘they,’ anyway? ‘They’ must be cruel people; even a murderer wouldn’t deserve a punishment like this. I wonder what it looks like outside. Maybe I could try to look again. But it hurt last time. I would rather not be in pain. I will wait. I don’t remember when the fire stopped; it could have been a minute ago, or days. It’s gone now, though. There’s just throbbing and occasional stabs of pain. I’m sore everywhere. A while ago I started hearing voices. The voices are just murmurs and whispers; I can’t tell what they’re saying. Maybe they’re angels and they’re deciding whether I’ll go to heaven or hell. I doubt it, though; they sound cruel and sharp, not how angels’ voices should sound. I think the voices are getting clearer. All of them are male except for one, but I’m scared of the female. She sounds like the type of person who would kill anyone who got in her way. Maybe I was a criminal if I’m thinking like that. It doesn’t matter, though. I probably got in her way and now she’s going to kill me. “Are you conscious?” The female voice is sharp and loud in my ear. I wince from the pain as her voice echoes through my head. “If you’re awake enough to react to my voice, then answer me!” she snapped. Answer… That would mean talking, but how do I do that? I don’t remember. I try moving my lips, and that feels weird, but no sound comes out. There was something else besides moving lips that you had to do… I can’t seem to figure it out, though. “Good, you’re awake. We’ll start testing that everything works in a while.” I hear footsteps getting farther away, and sigh in relief. I didn’t like her loud voice. But that still doesn’t answer where I am, or why. I fall asleep without any answers.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 8:05 am
Humans Can't Fly
The ebony raven flies in circles in the steely sky as I lay on the cold grass. Before long, it leaves. Just like everyone else. Not even animals can stand to be near me. I must have been something terrible in my past life. An evil dictator, perhaps.
I already know I'll be a dog in my next life. It's so typical of me to always do what I'm told. But not today. I've planned it all within the weather forcast. With any luck, I'll freeze to death.
The tempurature drops and my eyelids start to droop. I drift off and begin to dream. I dream of my childhood, memories long dormant swim around in my head. I remember my grandparents' house. I remember the afternoons my Grandma would spend baking.
I remember one particular afternoon. The smell of my Grandpa's favourite cakes filled the house as I sat in the kitchen watching Grandma cook. I remember her favourite radio show playing in the background. The name of it escapes my weary mind. It was a show where people could ring in and talk about whatever they wanted. I never liked that show, but the opening theme captivated me. It sounded like stars falling in a gentle rain. I remember on particular man. The reason he'd called evades my recollection, but I remember three words he'd said. Those three words would stay with me, even in the dark corridors of despair where I currently resided...
Something stirs me from my slumber and my eyes snap open. My clothes are damp from the fresh fallen snow and I'm blinded by the bright sky. I look to the side and see a familiar pair of sneakers. I look up, sheilding my eyes, to see you and for the first time in my life, someone is looking down at me without making me feel inferior. I remember the time you told me I make your hands sweat. I never realised until now that it was the most beautiful thing you could ever have said to me.
You ask me if I know it's dangerous to sleep in the park in Winter. You give me your hand and I take it, hauling myself up. I remember that man's words once more.
"Humans can't fly".
You look and me and shrug, telling me that you don't know. You point to the ground where I have been lying. I turn to look, and then I see it.
I have made an angel in the snow.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 1:56 pm
A Romance, in that dark Sin City sort of way. 4laugh
Midsummer Knight's Dream
It was dark out, I remember that clearly enough. I was leaning against the local gas station, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my coat. It was cold and my breath came out in smoky white puffs. The cigarette I nursed may have added to that. Pulling it between my lips, I took a drag. The train tracks from across the way rattled like skeleton bones, and the night was heavy with fog. No one was around except for the nervous looking Asian man who manned the cash register of the Qwikie Mart. His eyes kept shifting to me, in that twitchy sort of way.
Like he expected me to pull a gun and rob him. Maybe, I looked the type.
Hell, I knew what he saw. A tall, dangerous looking, dark eyed man, with longish black hair and a scruffy five o’ clock shadow, with a leather coat and a Harley nearby. That’s me. Bet he wondered why I was still here. I wondered that, too. There was a loud popping sound that grated against my ear drums. My eyes shifted over to the left, where a broken down Ford crept up to the gas station- not quite making it. About a hundred feet away, I watched as a woman emerged from the car.
God, what a woman. She was the sort of thing Shakespearean sonnets were written about.
Blonde, but not that bottled peroxide crap, a real blonde. A blonde whose curls tumbled down her back. From here, I couldn’t see the color of her eyes, but I could make out her features. A little, upturned nose, big almond shaped eyes, a pouty little mouth that was frowning at the moment. As she moved to the front of her car, I caught sight of the rest of her. Jesus. She had those long legs that went on for days, and curves that melted the mind. All woman, no fillers that was for damn sure. A pair of low ridding jeans clad her plump backside, and she wore a plain white tank that hugged her breasts…She had me the moment she stepped out of that car. Approaching her, flicking the butt of the cigarette away, her face turned to me with a mixture of fear and reproach.
“I don’t want any help.” she said, and I could see her eyes were dark. I moved beside her smoothly, putting my hand on the hood of her car.
“You should have said, “I don’t want any trouble”.” I let a grin curve my lips wolfishly, “Because if you’d said that…maybe I’d have reason to leave.”
“You saying your “trouble” then, huh?” she said, fighting a smile.
“The best kind, ma’am.” I returned, my grin widening, and sliding closer to her body. I noticed her watching me carefully, and the rise and fall of her breasts let me know her pulse had sped up some. Maybe in fear, maybe in something else. She had to look up, to see my eyes. At this close proximity I could see hers were blue. A dark blue, like the ocean at nighttime.
“So what if I tell you I don’t want any trouble, then?” she said, wetting her lips unconsciously, her breath coming a little faster than normal. I lowered my head a fraction of an inch. I could now smell her heavenly scent. Like vanilla and something fruity.
“I’d call you a liar.” I replied, and my hand wrapped around her waist, my palm cradling her shoulder blades as I pulled her in close, and lowered my head for a kiss.
She tasted amazing. As amazing as she looked, but I hadn’t quite had my fill before I felt those little hands pounding at my chest. I pulled back. Her eyes were dilated, and looking down at her white tank I could see she wasn’t entirely sad I kissed her. At least, her body wasn’t. A small, smile lifted her lush lips upward and those long lashes fluttered.
“Get me the hell out of here then, Big Bad Wolf.”
“Sure thing, Little Red. Where to?”
“A million miles from here.” she said.
“Will Vegas do?” I grinned.
A few hours, and an extremely pleasurable motel stop later that same blonde beauty had her arms wrapped tightly around my waist, as we burned rubber along the highway. I’d forgone wearing my helmet, to give it to her. Who said chivalry was dead? I’d found out, her name was Lucy and she’d been running from the law. Seems, she was wanted in Nebraska for killing an abusive ex-boyfriend. If she hadn’t killed him, I might have. I felt her body press against my back, and her lips brushed my ear as she whispered to me.
“You’re my badass knight in black armor. Like in history, that Sir Lancelot guy. ” she said, kissing my ear.
“And your my naughty little Guinevere.” I said, with a dark smirk.
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