hey everybody. I was supposed to post on Monday, but it slipped my mind. but there's this now. enjoy! Aiclath Werlick sat motionless in a tree. The Forest of a Thousand Curses could easily kill somebody if one stood still too long. Monsters, bandits, territorial tree-dwarves...all these and more would finish an elf and send … Continue reading The Forest
Author: Elmar
Prologue
Space, 2863 AD Onboard the Black Star Captain Harold Denfield into the black expanse of the cosmos. The Black Star had been sending out the same message every hour, hoping that someone, something, would hear its’ call. SOS...SOS...We are the last remaining survivors of planet Earth. We have run out of power and are almost out of food...repeat, … Continue reading Prologue
The Best Fight Scene Ever
no, seriously. if they make a movie about this, I will be first in line to watch it. Night was falling. Fog slowly drifted in, hiding Zel Blankor from the Mexican coast. A relatively small island, it was simply a moor that ended in jagged cliffs in all directions. Nobody went there. Tonight was an … Continue reading The Best Fight Scene Ever
Fake Stories from my Childhood
Alright, so once my Dad won the jackpot in and office lottery that offices sometimes have. The jackpot consisted of ten tickets to Hawaii, plus five thousand dollars pocket money for the trip. My Dad packed us all up-him, my Mom, me, Granny Granny, Gramps, my older and baby brother, and friends. There was Chester … Continue reading Fake Stories from my Childhood
Predator, Chapter 3: The Red Rouge.
Morning dawned and found Havirk and the dwarf walking the streets of Westwind, where Havirk found out more about the dwarf. His name was Stornami Greyhand, he had been an acrobat for 24 years, and he had been driven out of his home by shadow dragons. When they finished verbally abusing dragons, orcs, and monstrous … Continue reading Predator, Chapter 3: The Red Rouge.
Fake Stories from my childhood.
so, you might be wondering about the title. I got this idea from a Calvin and Hobbes strip, where Calvin writes an autobiography with some parts completely made up. I will be realizing these whenever a good idea strikes me. I grew up on a coyote farm in Mexico. I know that sounds weird, but … Continue reading Fake Stories from my childhood.
Predator, Chapter 2: Unexpected Visitors
note: I am writing this all on libreoffice, then copy-pasting Havirk walked home with the other slaves. They all slept in a small hall on the west side of town, all crammed together into about fifty square meters. He grabbed one of the sweat-scented mats and went to the end of the hall, as far … Continue reading Predator, Chapter 2: Unexpected Visitors
Predator, Chapter 1: The Sundering of Scales
Sorry I didn't write for a while. I was moving house. Havirk Flamebreath paused in his work, wiping sweat off of his brilliant red scales. Lifting boxes for the biggest crime lord in the harbor of Westwind was hard work, and he was ready to take a break. His mind drifted as he leaned against … Continue reading Predator, Chapter 1: The Sundering of Scales
Inside the Mind, part 5: I’m tired of these monkey fighting robots in this Monday to Friday town!
im not even trying to write a good story. this entire series is to see how long I can write nonsense before I start getting counseling. They came back up out of the pond. Iris was patting a geranium. He straightened up. 'Well? How'd it go?' the eye asked. Elsie avoided his gaze. 'She said … Continue reading Inside the Mind, part 5: I’m tired of these monkey fighting robots in this Monday to Friday town!
Inside the Mind, part 4: Rotting Hands, Twisted Spines, and oh my word is that what a freaking wasp looks like down here?
long title. apparently it can go on forever. also there's no wasp. yet. As Dylan plunged through the water, a million thoughts ran through his head. This was a bad idea 2. Is she fat? 3. I wonder if she'll be mad at us 4. Well, she will. I would if two strangers jumped into … Continue reading Inside the Mind, part 4: Rotting Hands, Twisted Spines, and oh my word is that what a freaking wasp looks like down here?
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