fantasy

 "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

Reptilian

Chronicles

&

The river of shadows

By Emma Shertz

Chapter one

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 »

A/n: From the same universe as my first drabble! Check it out here~

2. restless(ly await)  

Restless. That was one way to describe him. His right hand index finger lightly tapped his bow in an endless rhythm. He got this way only when he as impatient and wanting to move. 

Restless.

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Slightly sexual. So is most of my stuff. You're used to it.

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“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.

Dreamer

Chapter Three

Fire in a soul: Hualim

"Mom?"

"Yes, honey?"

"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.

Dreamer

Chapter two

Harsh awakenings: Harit

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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.

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 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 »

(At the Oxford dormitory of noted lecturer, Christian apologetic, and author C.S. Lewis, the telephone rings...)

Lewis: Hello?

J.R.R. Tolkien: WAZZUP!

Lewis: WAZZUP!

Tolkien: What you doin', son?

Lewis: Nothin'. Just trying to visualize the next plot step in my new book.

Tolkien: Hey, is that the kids book you've worked on off-and-on over the past couple years?

Lewis: That's the one. I didn't expect my characters to turn out so...alive!

Tolkien: True. True that.

(A loud crash echoes through the dormitory) Read more »

A bit o' scribblin'. If all goes as planned, it will become fantasy (at Locke's insistence. You see what I do for you? :D).

The first thing she did was revive him. In the right light, he had the look of some sliced-open prey. Some unwitting game pulled apart by the trusses. His mouth made a sucking sound in his sleep, a neat little gape of his soft lips that could look either indifferent or edging on the sexual. Read more »

Author: Diana Wynne Jones
Summary: Going on a trip to a mystical world? Preparing to fight evil trolls alongside fair-haired elves? Wondering how to use magic spells? This book will tell you how to do all that and more for very little money on your part. Enjoy your stay!
Rating: 10/10.

My favorite authors change on a daily basis. One day I’m in a Cassandra Clare mood, the next I’m in a JKR mood, the next I’m in an Eoin Colfer mood. It all depends on what sort of day I’m having, really. Read more »

I am dreaming my dreams,
my dreams of you and me,
dreaming in my garden.

We'd simply lie there and breathe,
breathe in the scents of the voluminous flowers.

I'd tell you how I used to take peonies apart
when I was little
(still sometimes now.)

You'd tell me how you hated the sound of bees
because they sounded like the monster in a horror movie,
(that you saw by hiding under the table when you were 4.) Read more »

Artemis Fowl fans have noted that we haven't had a recent AF book since Time Paradox. But we've got a new one on the way this year. The release date is for July 20 2010, and the synopsis will be at the end of this blog post. Yeah, it looks a little pathetic, but I trust Eoin Colfer, and the summary of the first book looked a little pathetic when I first picked it up. I'm fairly certain you can find Chapter One online. Keep on reading! Read more »

Hey guys. I don't know how many of you are into The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare, but she's coming out with a fourth book, City of Fallen Angels. City of Fallen Angels is about Simon more than Clary this time around. It's not going to be told just from his perspective, though- there'll be bits from Jace's, Alec's, Isabelle's, and Clary's perspective as well. The release date is supposed to come out in March 2011, but the date was also supposed to be this fall, so don't put too much stock into the release date. Read more »

The sled bounces and jiggles, attempting to buck me off. I grab the sides and stabilize it. My eyes shift forward, watching Addison and Will fly ahead, as they dodge trees, logs, and fly over jumps. Read more »

In the winter, at a place at a world, kingdom of the Nords, Nimodaras, a prisoner at the Kingdom was asleep in his cell. He was woken up by his cell guard, and told that he has to leave to another cell. He questioned why, and was told to do what he was told. So he got out of his cell, and a high ruler king, Sifinac, king of the Kingdom of the Korravs, was coming into the cell.
A guard opened a secret latch and opened a trap door. Sifinac, quite surprised, looked at Nimodaras with consideration. Read more »

In the winter, at a place at a world, kingdom of the Nords, Nimodaras, a prisoner at the Kingdom was asleep in his cell. He was woken up by his cell guard, and told that he has to leave to another cell. He questioned why, and was told to do what he was told. So he got out of his cell, and a high ruler king, Sifinac, king of the Kingdom of the Korravs, was coming into the cell.
A guard opened a secret latch and opened a trap door. Sifinac, quite surprised, looked at Nimodaras with consideration. Read more »

I didn't know what it was.

Everyone made one and they even had names for them.

Everyone had one except me.

They were animals of some sort.

I didn't call them by their names -

I just called them THINGS!

Out in the cavern above me, it became chaos. There is not chaos because everyone is in fear for me; no, no where near that. Everyone was in chaos and fear because they have been discovered in the forbidden area. About a dozen or so adults, dressed stiffly in gray uniforms, scurried around in the forbidden cavern, trying to capture all of these imbecile teenagers. Read more »

"Get them! They are intruders in the forbidden section! They will face their punishments for disobeying our law!"

Everyone screamed in chaos, for they had been discovered in the forbidden section. They must escape, or face certain disappearance. All of the teenagers huddled together, and someone yelled "charge", pointing at one of the exits out of the forbidden area. The men and women stiffly dressed in gray uniforms charged themselves towards the gang of escaping teenagers. Read more »