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  • Short Story » Fantasy
    Renewal of Seeker of the Blade

    SEEKER OF THE BLADE Prologue War was upon these people, and they knew it. Dusk had long settled on the city of Lalthan, where men had been killing these Jackals ...

    Meshalidar - Wed Feb 09, 2005 9:49 pm

  • Short Story » Fantasy

    This is the beginning of a story centreing around the girl Syal, but i don't know if it all is flowing so well/ Winters in the north were long and ...

    hawk - Fri Feb 04, 2005 11:20 am

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    Little Girl, Not a Little Girl


    Rei - Thu Feb 03, 2005 5:15 pm

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    The Rainbow Connection

    A/N: Not exactly a fantasy story, but it does touch on fantasy themes. "And some day we'll find it, the Rainbow Connection. The Lovers, the Dreamers, and me," I sing ...

    Rei - Wed Feb 02, 2005 6:25 pm

  • 19

    ATTENTION! I wrote this story when I was 7-8 years old, and kind, so be afraid, be very afraid! Many years ago there lived a Korean woman named Ha-Neul ...

    electricbluemonkey - Mon Jan 31, 2005 2:11 am

  • Short Story » Fantasy

    The ship moved left and right in the seemingly still water. Only several creaks of the rotting wood broke the uneasy silence. He was awake, breathing rapidly and heavily. Sweat ...

    StormLord - Wed Jan 19, 2005 6:12 pm

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    The Claret Lion

    This is the first part of an assignment due on Friday. Just wanting to know what you think. If you could, reviewing would be much appriciated. The Claret Lion The ...

    Meshalidar - Wed Jan 19, 2005 2:08 am

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    The Quest

    It's pretty good stuff. I noticed you tend to use the past perfect tense a lot (at least I think that's what it's called). For example, where you say "had ...

    randy - Mon Jan 17, 2005 8:58 pm

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    Snow-revised and more better!

    I posted this story a while ago, but now it's edited. Thanks for readin'! ------------ A lone man lies on the ground, straining to keep alive. It is so cold ...

    randy - Sat Jan 15, 2005 10:06 pm

  • 6

    I saw the girl sitting on the park bench, sunlight catching brown highlights in her black hair, a book open in her lap. There was no one else in the ...

    Tessitore - Wed Jan 12, 2005 8:31 pm

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    the riders

    this is one of my first fantasy stories.This is chapter 1 Aira was one of the few remaining dragons that was wild.Constantly on the run,because she was wild and the ...

    marching_gurl89 - Wed Jan 12, 2005 8:21 pm

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    Footsteps in new snow.

    this is an introduction to a story I'm not writing, but if its any good, i might pick it up again. A high wind frizzled the silent woods, a gentle ...

    hawk - Wed Jan 12, 2005 10:23 am

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    No One Knows

    Hey ya'll-this is just the beginning of one of my stories. I'll post the rest if anyone wants. I just thought I'd keep this short...idk...ya it goes... I ran ...

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    mphillips - Sun Jan 09, 2005 10:17 pm

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    The Rasa Adventure

    I'm working on a project more thoroughly described in my bio in "About the Authors. These are the first two pieces in that project, and I'd like some feedback before ...

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    Morran - Sun Jan 09, 2005 5:55 am

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    The Lonely Warrior

    The wind blew across the barren plains. There was nothing growing on them but several strains of grass. There was a single road across it. Dark clouds drowsed across the ...

    StormLord - Tue Jan 04, 2005 7:57 pm

Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus.
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