Hi. My name is Val. Just Val. I look like you, act like you, even talk like you. But I’m not like you. Unofficially, I’m not human. I’m a Latoran. Yes, we know you exist. We live on Latora, our island country, which by your standards is approximately half the size of Australia. So, why don’t you know about us? More importantly, why aren’t we human? The answer to the former is that we don’t let you see us. We bid the currents in the ocean betray your ships, the winds disrupt your radar signals. And the answer to the latter is that we’re stronger, faster, and more intelligent than almost any of your kind. And we have powers you humans only dream of. The ability to control the elements. Read more »
I stood there gawking, my mouth hanging slightly open. They were holding the men at bay but were slowly losing ground. Snapping out of my stupor I drew my sword which I hadn’t had time to draw while running. I joined the fray, standing on Lindsie right. These men weren't fast but they made up for that with their strength. Each time I parried a blow I myself giving a small bit of ground. Deciding that the only way anything was going to be in our favor I went offensive. Sliding my blade right along theirs and twisting like I had been taught. His blade clattered against the cobblestone alley and he looked down in surprise. Right before I ran him through. Read more »
James sheathed his sword and glanced over at me as I relaxed the bowstring.
“Well what are we going to do about that?” I asked. Read more »
I sat bolt upright, awoken by a bucket of water that had been dumped on me. A sharp explosion of pain lanced through my shoulder where I had been stabbed. I fell back down on my back crying because the pain was so intense.
“Here take this,” Someone said, handing me a cup. He was tall, with black hair and dark blue eyes, probably my age, he had a strong build, and looked as if he could be an olympic runner. Read more »
“What was that?” I asked Darien, who had been keeping watch.
Lindsie had woken up at the sound too and was looking around. Read more »
“Way back, as far back as mankind has ever known, two people came across this realm by having an exquisite imagination. They were imagining a world without troubles, without problems and they got whisked away from their world and came across this one. They looked around them and, being curious, started to explore. Once the stepped into the forest they found out the danger that was running amok on this realm. They followed the stream and came upon a great place to build a grand fortress, which in their minds, could withstand the might of the beasts. There, they started to build it and, in a short while others found this realm and the ones who chose the path leading to Draedentn survived the others, well, they did not fare so well. Read more »
To some, it would seem
Like visions at night
Are nothing at all but dreams.
That the world is round
and life is unfair
"fantasy" is just a theme.
To tell you the truth,
I feel that way too.
But only sometimes, you see.
Because I, for one
know dreams are real,
Along with some other things.
Dragons, magic, fantasy
Want the proof?
Well, you can tell me.
Does a page in a book
Defy human laws?
Are words that are printed
Like "Atlantis," for example
Is something I typed.
So don't tell me it doesn't exist!
When you open a book
Before you read the words
It's world is utterly shapeless.
"fantasy" defines my dreams
And my dreams become
This world from
The dreams of an author
Who broke free from those,
To whom it seems,
visions at night
Are nothing but dreams.
That the world is round,
and life is unfair.
And my "fantasy" is just a theme.
*Here's another one from A pirate for your thoughts. Comments and feed back appreciated! Ashleah says: Sábháil dom, is gá dom tú anois níos mó ná riamh. "Save me, I need you now more than ever." (It's Irish gaelic if any of my readers would care to know.)Thanks and enjoy the reading!*
Ashleah poked her head out of the door and looked around; there was no in sight. Wasting no more time she raced from the safety of her cell and toward the bow; moonlight snaking through her hair, making it shimmer with subtle silver streaks and bleached her skin a translucent white, her eyes shone black like marbles. When she reached the bow she skidded to a stop, looking around the deck to make sure no one was out, and then finally turned her gaze out to sea. Under the swollen moon her vision reached far and she saw… nothing. They had left land far behind; there was nothing for her to escape to other than endless waves and certain death. Read more »
*Hey sorry guys, it's taken me a bit longer than i expected to get something worth posting but, here it is: a fourth installment in A piratae for your thoughts! Anyway, enough of me yammering, comments and feed back are always helpful and desired. Enjoy reading, thanks!*
Ashleah woke to a splitting headache and the rocking of a ship, the soft shhhhing of water as the ship made its way through the ocean. “Ah, you’re finally awake huh?” A voice asked, though despite her searching she could find no face or body to which the voice could have belonged to. “I’m over here, love.” The voice again; what Ashleah had sadly mistaken to be several sacks of grain was really one person; the man that had spoken on her behalf before she had been knocked out cold.
“You again.” Ashleah said flatly. “Where am I? And no smartass comments.” The man merely gave a lopsided grin in response and unfolded himself from his perch atop a stack of crates. Read more »
*Here is another one of my books, (one of five total). This is based in a post-appocaliptic USA east coast. Feed back is as always, very much appreciated. More books to come and more sections as well for all of them. As well as plenty of poems in the future, so check back in regularly as I will update as often as possible! Thanks and enjoy reading!*
The year was 2020, natural disasters left the world broken and ravaged. The polar ice had melted and flooded the world in a crushing tide, billions fled the rising waters, and even more perished. Those who had managed escape, fled to the high mountains and caves that they found above their flooded homes and land.
All the great cities of the world now lay in rubble or beneath the ocean. The ruling countries of the world were swept off the Earth. The world of lights and technology had finally blinked out. A darker more desperate time now darkened history’s door, as humanity struggled against extinction, in a world now void of all hope and compassion. Read more »
*As you might have guessed, this is another excerpt from A pirate for your thoughts. As always your feed back would be greatly appreciated. This is my third installment piece out of my book. I think i will continue to post sections of my book as it progresses and i will try to keep them on a regular schedule for my readers. Thank you for reading!*
Finally Ashleah seemed to find her voice. “And you are?” She asked her voice boarding sacasm.She stood tall as she could manage but was still dwarfed by the sheer size of the man that stood before her.
The man chuckled and leaned closer to her, to gloat in her face and if nothing more, to emphasize her short stature and petite size. “Hmm… you would make a fairly nice brothel girl; if you weren’t so brawny.” He snickered. “Those that visit the brothels tend to like there ladies soft and obedient. Not stronger than them and head-strong like the Irish are.” The brute spat on the ground. Read more »
*So here is another excerpt from my book. This is one is from the beginning of my book, it will give you back ground info on my characters. And as always i would love to hear feed back from you, ideas,constructive criticism, or comments. All will be read and they are appreciated. Thanks!*
Lightning cracked and arched across the night-time sky, thunder rumbled in the clouds, shaking the houses that lined the bay. The light in the light house rotated steadily from the top of the tower; across the bay, then the city, before heading back out to sea. Rain came down from the heavens in driving sheets, drumming on the roof of the terra cotta roofing tiles of houses before trickling down to the edge of the roofs and splashing onto the cobblestone streets in runnels.
Ashleah was jolted from sleep and dumped on the hazy edge of consciousness as the sky broke with another deafening crack of lightning. She rolled over with a groan, the clock on her end table showed that it was a little after midnight. Sighing heavily she flipped back the sheets and was instantly wrapped in a damp chill that seeped in from the open window. Ashleah glanced at the open window. Sleep would be far from her tonight. Read more »
"MOM!" I screeched, slamming my door. She had taken my phone away right in the middle of a phone call to my best friend. Apparently I had forgotten to scoop my cats litter box the othe night, even though there was nothing in it. I changed into my PJ's and sat down on my bed, pouting. My seething anger seemed to spread all over my body, making it want to damage anything and everything I see. I hurled a pillow at my door, causing a loud thump. I felt a very short lived satisfaction that moment, which quickly disappeared as pounding footsteps neared my door. Little fear ran through my blood, but this time it was pounding as I fumbled with my lamp to turn it off. I threw my covers over my head just as my mom burst into my room. "YOU LITTLE-" I closed my eyes tight, bracing for a hard slap across my face. But it never came, and my mother walked out of my room and closed my door gently. I held my breath for a few moments longer, then let it out. My fear gently ebbed away, and calmness seeped into me. I fell asleep, then covers around my tight and cozy. Read more »
Okay guys! I posted the whole half novel! read it if your daring enough! (It's long so I'm not expecting anyone to.) :) :) :)
The river of shadows
By Emma Shertz
A slight twist on my day
My name is Liz, short for Lizzy and I guess I’m a... Well, wait till you hear the story. I’m 13 years old and I have straight blond hair. I found out who I was, on one warm spring day... Read more »
I am the master of my craft.
I know all the tricks of the trade.
There was not a word reverser in the land that was more skilled than I.
While I plied my trade I was the richest beggar in the land,
no homeless man could boast more wealth than I.
But it was not meant to last.
No, eventually evil seeps into the hearts of men,
as powerful a corrupting force as a chest of diamonds.
It causes them to commit horrible and horrendous crimes,
all in the pursuit of some petty revenge,
like they think they actually deserve to be justly rewarded.
One day, not too long ago, it happened.
I was in a village not too far from a major trade route,
the raucous market bursting with merchants of every sort.
I had scoped out an area by a book shop along the main road,
a perfect spot for a gentleman such as myself.
My first encounter was wtih a young lad from Talzin,
an unexperienced fellow who quickly became confused
when I shouted his very word to him backwards.
It was a promising start to a good day,
but little did I know,
this book shop would be my doom.
The day went on like most did,
I seemed to spout inconprehensible nonsense at the passerby,
they reeled in shock (or arched an eyebrow) and forked over a few coins.
The cycle continued long past midday and into the evening.
Normally this is when I would be smart and call it a day,
but a voice in the back of my head told me to stay, Read more »
It was Halloween, and the skies were dark, the moon was out, and all over my neighborhood ran princess, ghosts, superheroes, and more. My best friend Meg was with me, and we crept up the steps of the Grandon Mansion, shaking with fear. It was obviously haunted (broken windows, falling down, creepy noises, etc.) and no one had ever been in it since it was abandoned by the Grandons. Meg and I decided to be the first ones in. But as we got closer, we started to rethink it. “Are you sure about this, Tessa?” Meg asked in a tremulous voice.
“Yes.” I replied, trying to sound more confident than I was. Before either of us could back down, I grabbed the rusty doorknob and pushed. CREAK. The door swung open and we tiptoed inside. The first thing I noticed was that there were SO many spiders, cobwebs, and rats. Meg gasped and held onto my arm in a death grip.
“I want to leave. Now.” She whimpered.
“No, come on Megs, it’s fine.” Read more »
Slightly sexual. So is most of my stuff. You're used to it.
“This is my city,” he said, of the place where I was born and raised. “You’re lucky to be a guest.”
Then he snapped his fingers and made my heart stop. Only for a moment, but the moment said it all.
“I’ll try to go easy. I’m sure you’re not that used to power.”
That night I didn’t come. He didn’t know the difference.
I went home and washed. Elbows, knees, scalp, vagina, extra fierce on the soles of my feet: the arbitrary sequence the therapists said I had to learn to break. It didn’t help this time. I soaped up my belly and his energy kicked back, a feral psycho-fetus. My heartbeat shuddered hollow and dormant. My breasts were somehow under- and overstimulated at once.
In my bed I finally gave in. I let his coiled energy unfurl and funnel down, and I released it the only way I knew how.
I’d meant to take the day for myself, but when he arrived at the coffee shop, I didn’t throw him out. I should have. “What can I get you?”
“I’m not here for the coffee,” he said. “Face it, this place is a shithole.”
“It has a two in Zagat’s.” My loyalty was suddenly hawkish.
He shrugged. “Zagat’s is run by mortals. Come on. Get someone to cover your shift. I’ll take you someplace real.”
The coffee we drank tasted too thick, musky, almost meaty. Almost human. “I shouldn’t be drinking this.” I imagined a live-action CAT scan, buzzing clusters of caffeine undoing the synaptic order my medication fought so hard to regulate. Read more »
The moon is full
Werewolves in Ireland shriek
All the psychics shift in their beds
Troubled by the screams of spirits
And all over the world
Women are readying their rituals.
All have the same purpose
As they sprinkle salt around their chosen lairs
All make the same motions
Only semi-aware of the others axistence
Too singleminded in their task
To focus on anything else.
They use pig’s blood to mark their circles
Based on ley lines and Satan’s signs
Some say they only use the blood of infant piglets
To symbolize the children that might’ve been
Had not so many sisters been lost at Salem
Those wiser know this to be a lie.
They sprinkle bone dust over the unholy circle
To ensure it dries faster
They have only a night to work
And so they paint their faces with the blood
Until they appear a thing inhuman.
The chants begin
A tongue like every other language known in life
And no words ever spoken before
Connecting to the mistress who has
Absolute power over the witches of the world
Who will give them all instruction.
She has no voice, only power
As ancient as evil and as strong as diamond
The person you see in the mirror out of the corner of your eye
But never existed when you return to check
She never was, but is
And always has been.
They connect in a circle around the world
The whole Earth shivers
The Mistress Witch instructs them
Tells them how to damage and warp life
In the smallest ways Read more »
Note: this is a beginning of the third book of a series I was working on called the Twisted Tales of Prince Charming. I know it doesn't make much sense to post the beginning of a third book in the series, but it summed up Prince Charming's two-year-oldish and silly nature better than the other beginnings. Sorry if it's confusing. To sum up the plotline as best as I can: Read more »
They lounge about the room
The puppet masters of the play
If one were to say the way they lounged
Was as if they owned the place Read more »
I feel as the sun beats down the sweat beading on my forehead, as I watch the river flow under the bridge. The pebbles in the river sparkling. I hear the roar of a truck and the movement of the bridge as it passes. I watch as cars pass over a bridge down the river. The drivers oblivious to the power of the river they pass over. Rushing through their lives.
Me, I stand and watch, why should I rush around like the humans. I have all the time in the world. Unlike them my life is not a rushing onward, leading to my death.
An old village has died today, Read more »
When I was twenty-one I made love to the dark. This is how my memoirs will start, with a cliche to end all cliches, a hook to promise readers at least a hint of sci-fi levity before the real story tosses them like a cork. I didn't pathologize him the way most narratives seem to, didn't caricature him into something hulking and malformed. He was small and quicksilver with a razor-sharp aspect and the carriage of a tribal chief, a rough but not raging lover. Above all, I did not try to turn him light. Read more »
She shifted through every movement as the embodiment of devastation and power – her eyes glowing with the countless shades of immortality. Whiplashes of sapphire energy arched around her as she twisted in and out of the tides of war. Scything her palms through the furious wind, she touched the very tips of her gleaming talons against her lips, blessing the force that she had given birth to.
Another burst of fiery light, and the ageless woman slashed through the air, appearing as the very incarnation of a goddess’ rage.
What was her name? Read more »
Entry 1: Jack (Present Day)
This story starts with a baby. His name is Ewan, and he was born a couple days ago. He's my teacher's kid, a boy when they thought a girl was coming. I think he'll be like Ewan McGreggor someday, because his last name is kind of like that. He won't have the British accent though. That's unfortunate.
I've always liked the British people, mostly because they're interesting and they have cool stuff. The double-deckers, the telephone booths, hell even their flag is awesome. America just never really appealed to me for some reason, mainly because the Presidents and Congress seem to keep sending us down into turmoil and economy-killing activities. They make promises and they never deliver. They mean well, of course, but by and by the people learn they aren't going to make it. They set themselves up to store hope in the next guy and the next, until eventually, someone realizes no one is going to bring them up. It'll take the whole country to set itself right. But don't get me wrong, please, America is a good. It's got a lot of heart and does and has done a bunch of great stuff. We just need to improve a little to get back to what the founding fathers wanted.
Back to Ewan. He's new to the world, brand-new in fact. He gets to go home in a couple days too I think. Mr. N emailed my other Humanities teacher to let the class know what was going on. He's new to the world, like I said, and I hope he'll be able to see things in a light much different than I do. I'm not a happy person, but I'm not a depressed person. I see a lot of problems with the world. Some that may never really be fixed, just because of the way human nature is.Yet I digress, as the world is viewed by seven billion different people every day, each with their own unique perspective. Read more »
Hey guys. This part could get a little bit gushy, but I don't know. Just be warned! This chapter might not be as good writing as previous chapters, mainly because I am NOT a romance writer.
Fire in a soul: Hualim
"Can I go to Harit's manhood ceremony?"
"Of course, sweetie."
Yes! Read more »
Please tell me what you think of this piece. I might be making something to give background on the world and civilization as well. The saij is the place where people pray. It's a temple almost.
Harsh awakenings: Harit
Hey everyone who's reading this. I have decided to take a break from Burning Arrows for a bit to write this. I got the inspiration while reading Nyx's blog, so I guess I'm thanking Nyx for this story. I also got some inspiration from Orson Scott Card's story, The Call of Earth. I hope you like it! I promise, this story will get less gruesome, just be patient! Oh and by the way, this story takes place in a different world and time, so there are many different customs. The characters are all humans, though.
I'm running away from reality at full speed.
Lungs heaving, blood pounding, heart racing.
I need a breakout from the forever-shrinking
cage life has kept me in for many years.
Using my picklock skills, I take my chance.
There are vast fields of opportunities and luck,
I just have to figure it out.
My life is always getting more complicated,
filled with sadness and anger. Rage and hate.
I feel it everyday of my life, and cursed those
days. May my ruling day be their doomsday. Read more »