Still AliveWow... I don't really post my writing either.
Think I should do something about that? I dunno... I get enough of an audience in Shipping...
I think I will post some shipping rejects here.
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They Came in the NightThey came in the night, when the men were exhausted from their work in the fields.They Came in the Night
They came when the children had been put to sleep, and their parents were resting in the living room.
They came on the night that Róza and Dominik, recently married, had learned from the village doctor that she was with child. To them, it was a night of celebration, to share the joy they felt together. They were nestled close to one another in their small bed, basking in the knowledge of what their love had created.
That was when they came.
“Dominik, dear. Do you hear that sound? It sounds like truc
by ~TwoBitWriter
Emperor's Heir, Chapter 1“Can the doom of one mortal sever the threads of fate and bring down a mighty empire? It was so, for Arhade’s glorious golden age was not fated to survive him.”Emperor's Heir, Chapter 1
-Excerpt from “Arhade’s Fall” by Jir, the minstrel
“Your legacy is doomed, Emperor Arhade,” the Ulanni Soul-Shepherd said. Her purple robes, bearing the Eye of Baliela, brushed against the ground. A single knife was fastened at her belt.
Arhade, wearing full battle armor, was a statue of a man. His chiseled features were like an unpolished marble and his eyes shone with intelligence and ambition. He studie
by ~TwoBitWriter
Desert Republic, Chapter 1Trials of the Desert Republic Chapter 1: The Kingman RangersDesert Republic, Chapter 1
“We got those bastard Banditos on the run!” Millie Reegan screamed. She lifted her rifle’s scope to her eye, aimed for a moment, and then fired. She grinned, sure sign of a hit. She pulled back the bolt, ejecting the empty shell case into the leather-lined shell catcher she had installed on her weapon. Bullets were exceedingly rare, and each brass casing was worth almost a day of food.
Edmund Larkin was only watching her, the glare from the machete hanging from her hip belt blinding him for a moment. He was slumped with his back agains
by ~TwoBitWriter
Mike RodriguezMichael Rodriguez, Mike as he would later be known to his friends, was born into a family of hunters and trappers living not far from the DR capital. He never knew his real parents that well, as at the age of 2 they were both murdered by a bandit raid on their village. His father died heroically trying to buy his mother enough time to run, however she knew that she could not escape into a safe area and so she hid Mike inside their home well enough that when the bandits finally managed to put down her husband and ended her life too when they ransacked the house they did not find him. Mike was lucky, he could eaMike Rodriguez
by ~TwoBitWriter
Favourites
Vin Vidi ViciVin Vidi Vici “Vin Vidi Vici!” The bouquet of flowers in his hands exploded in a shower of sparks and flames, leaving nothing behind but a flurry of confetti that fell to the floor. The crowd cheered with excitement, captivated by his show of prestidigitation. The Great Ven Veeno bowed deep, rousing another round of applause. The theater was packed to capacity; filled with men and woman of the highest caliber, all looking to be astounded. Ven Veeno always performed to full houses. He thrived on the gasps of surprise he could illicit from those who caVin Vidi Vici
by ~Jacklu
Wolf PackWolf Pack It is raining again. It always seems to be raining around here. Must be a theme I guess. My feet are up on my desktop, and my hat is pulled down over my eyes. It is quiet. It is always quiet these days it seems. In my hand is an empty bottle. Third one this week. The bell above my door rings as somebody enters. “Closed. Sorry. Come back tommorrow.” I say without bothering to look out from under my hat. I really should get into the habbit of locking the doorWolf Pack
by ~Jacklu
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Unstoppable...
Nice job as a Rogue! You were really well hidden in here!
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I see the sky crying tonight.
Why is it sad, momma?
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Don Quixote,
What do you say?
Are we proud?
Are we brave?
Or just crazy?
~~Nik Kershaw (*fangirl squeal*)
I'd recommend you start looking for a writting club here, that way you can get some feedback on your work. ill see if i cant find a few for you.
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