TFS: Trapped Within - Chap2
A Few Weeks Later
The city was dark.
Shadows hung over the ruins of the capital, which was stained in blood. The sun was no more than a smear of forgotten brightness in the sky. It barely managed to light the world through the thick, choking smog that clung in the air and drifted through the cobbled streets. Dark silence lingered in every corner and wrapped itself around the crumbling buildings and ancient towers like the dying heat of a fire. Shadow moss spread over the alleys and passages and coated the ground in an unnatural black grass.
Wind whistled through the long-bare trees and howled over the hills surrounding the city. Sand
Resolution Diary2007Resolution Diary4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Make first million after starting own business.
:bulletblack: Applied for a loan. Declined due to excessive account activity. Note: Constant purchasing of rare (albeit mint) wicker chairs is not conducive to bank balance. Wife insistent on selling wicker chairs to find money to start business.
:bulletblack: Bought new donut recipe book. Learnt how to make category hard donut, 'Diamond Swizzler'. Delma loves them.
:bulletblack: James offered to lend the money if he can become a business partner. Potential.
:bulletblack: First million still a long way off. Wife still nagging.
:bulletblack: Spent savings on replacing
The Fallen Star: Chapter 1ONEThe Fallen Star: Chapter 110 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The faint glow of the moon and of the stars shone over the Woodlands of Liaport. Shadows crept between the huddling trees that rose and fell with the rugged land; small clifftops, rising crests and sunken valleys were remnants of the Valkar Mountains many leagues to the north.
Darkness shrouded the damp, soil floor, giving the shrieks and howls of lurking creatures full reign over the otherwise silent night. The never-ending fight for survival battled on through the woodland groves and raging rapids of the River Owk. Liaport was ancient. And so were the animals that lived there.
The already freezing wind sent a sudden chill through the
The Fallen StarThe Fallen StarThe Fallen Star10 months ago in Personal More Like This
When I first started writing this story, I didn't realise where it was going to take me. I started off with just a few words scrawled on a piece of paper about 'the light of a fallen star', which I then lengthened into the beginning of a short project at school. But, when that was done, I really wanted to carry on and find out what was going to happen next.
I kept writing, and now over 250k words later, here I am! Of course, that's spread over four books I've written so far.
My goal throughout this series to create a whole new world, with new plants, animals, places. From the very start, I knew I didn't want to steal ideas from others, such as Elves, Dwarfs, Hobbits etc. For example, The Fallen Star takes place on Truaine, MAP UPDATED one of three planets that are referenced throughout the book.
The first book is now officially FINISHED
Chapter 1: http://fav.me/d5asm06
The Fallen Star: Chapter 2TWOThe Fallen Star: Chapter 210 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Several Days Later
Late evening took its hold over the land and the sky began to darken. Truaine plunged into obscurity for yet another night.
As the lingering light finally seeped away, a ravage of burook flew against the setting sun, reached out towards the silent clouds and soared away into the distance. Once again, darkness spread through the eerie hollows and lumbering hills of Liaport. And with the quickly approaching shadows, the fearsome predators of the night could skulk back out into the open.
But tonight, there was more to stalk than just edapar, buckwri and vunaki.
Three men, lost and afraid, trudged through the wild shad
The Fallen Star: Chapter 3THREEThe Fallen Star: Chapter 39 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rantil slept well for the first night since he was a child. There was something about Nichal, and Saru, that made him feel safe. With the ever-bounding hills of Liaport stretching out in every direction, Siale felt like nothing but a far off memory. And with it, She faded into a long forgotten thought.
Leading him away from the tree, and back towards the well, Saru showed him to where he was going to sleep, and ultimately, where he was going to live in Nichal. She led him down the bare path from Qzen's house, and towards a small wooden building opposite Ganarth's home.
Supported by patchy, moss-covered mire tree trunks, the house was
A Name You Can Trust Indignant? Disgruntled? Need an attorney who won't back down (no matter how many mafia hit men are on your trail)? Need to sue the smirk off that jerk who dared to diagnose you with anger issues? Tired of “justice” getting in the way of the benefits that you deserve? If you want passionate, aggressive, and ruthlessly persistent legal representation, it’s time you called Winier Trust, an attorney who will stop at nothing (nothing!) to insure you win your case.A Name You Can Trust3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Winier Trust is more than just an attorney; he's your personal advocate. Trust works beside you not only as a legal representative, but as a close and c
ImagineImagine.Imagine4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You are six years old. Your sister is four years older than you. She comes into the room, shouting to you about an 'amazing idea' she's had. You're young. You don't know that really: she's an idiot. It takes you another few years to figure that one out, anyway.
She explains how plastic bags can be used to slide around if you put them on your feet. You agree, and you think it is one of the most revolutionary ideas you've ever heard. It's something you'll remember for the rest of your life. You start to get excited. You are six years old.
Your mum keeps a drawer in a small utility room, filled with bags from Safeways and some more e
The TimesI was printed on the evening of November 27th, 2008, just as the weather was turning from chilly to cold. I was tomorrow's news. At the moment I came off the press, I told the future. I knew things before the rest of the world; it was wonderful. I knew what my purpose was: to inform as many people as possible about the world's happenings.The Times10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I was put to bed, bound against my brothers and sisters, I dreamt of being passed around a construction site, making sure all the workers were aware of which sports team triumphed, and which celebrity was getting a divorce. I dreamt that corporate peons debated over politics, and the state of the economy
no wonder it took him 1455 pageswhen i was seven years old, a group of kids in my grade threw rocks at me for liking neopets more than webkinz. from then on, i was convinced i knew what hatred meant. but i don’t know how to describe it to the little girl who sits in the corner of my womb and in ten years might call me mommy and ask for help on dividing the world into black and white.no wonder it took him 1455 pages3 months ago in Emotional More Like This
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The Price of Dying“I want to be interred after I die,” Mr. Peters said. He made that clear to his family while he was still lucid, before old age and illness rendered him unintelligible. Seventy wasn’t that old, but he recognized the symptoms that were creeping up on his ailing body – the aches, the fatigue, the feeling of helplessness and despair. Despite his daughter’s attempts to assuage his concerns, he sensed his own mortality.The Price of Dying8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The worst part about dying, Mr. Peters thought, was what happened afterwards. Even since he was a small boy, he had been afraid of fire. He could never forget the scorching heat of the orange flames searing his skin, the dark billowing smoke entering his nostrils. The time that his house burned down, the fire almost took him with it. How ironic then, to escape the fire only to be fed into it after death.
So one day, he sat his son and daughter down after dinner. “I want to be buried whole,” he said, emphasizing the
Burger QueenShe ate her French fries as if she were high society. She cut each one into small pieces with her plastic fork and knife, then pierced one with her fork and dipped it into her side of ketchup. Then she raised it to her mouth and nibbled it. When she went to take a drink from her small Coke, she did so with her pinky raised and only drank in small sips. She set her drink down gently, as if it were a delicate china cup she was afraid of breaking.Burger Queen4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I looked around and sighed. The burger joint reeked of humanity. Grease hung in the air like humidity, and there was tension between everyone, as if all the customers were negative magnets repelling e
Midnight Stars Midnight starsMidnight Stars7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
flurry through the night.
Like the glimmer in your eye.
The twinkle from your soul of beauty
radiates the blackened space
around my lonely
First Day of School."Miss, miss!"First Day of School.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Sit down Gerald. Waving your hand and jumping around will not make me choose you quicker. Everybody will get a turn. Now, Natalie."
"Stand at the front then. There. Nice big voice."
"whatididonmyholidays by Natalie Marsh. What I did on my holidays we went to the beach it was nice and su....sunny. I had ice cream and I went on a boat. The boat was nice. The sea splashed up and we all got wet. Then there was a shark and it ated us and we all got dead TheEnd."
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we won't bury you The last time we saw Taylor alive, it was behind Melrose Diner on Snyder Avenue at two in the morning. It was a little bit after the rain had stopped; the clouds had disappeared and the moon was already covered by the quiet buildings that lined up on Main Street. There were still puddles on the tarmac, and the streetlights still had some raindrops trailing down their sides. The smell of wet rust and burnt florescence still lingered in the air - the normal fragrance of a night in Philadelphia, after a night of too much to drink and too little fucks to give.we won't bury you10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
We had all of our band gear already packed up in the back of Dave's shitt
Gourmet Novel RecipeRecipe for Writing a NovelGourmet Novel Recipe4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Serves: 1. If you’re J K Rowling, billions.
- 1 Tin standard cat food
- 1 Laptop/Computer
- 250g cat biscuits
- 5 Pens, various colours.
- 1 stuffed cat toy with bell
- 1 pouch slightly fussier cat food
- 1 sachet gourmet cat food
- 1 bottle of wine, red or white
- 1 Wine glass (Large)
- 1 300g Tin of tuna
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1. Clear space on desk. If you do not have respective space for junk, throw on floor. Place paper and pens in clear space.
2. Turn on computer and allow 10 minutes for slow loading time. Add 2-3 sighs as windows update informs to restart computer. Restart computer and allow a further 10 minutes.
3. Once computer is ready, open up new document.
1. Begin with your plot. Open internet to several pages, use pens and paper to mix r
On the Unsuitability of Fairytales for ChildrenThe following essay will appear as an Appendix to the sequel of my fantasy novel, Her Unwelcome Inheritance, which is available for Nook and Kindle.On the Unsuitability of Fairytales for Children9 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
On the Supposed Unsuitability of Fairytales for Children
Shortly after supporting a local library event promoting fairytale literature, the folklore department at Lightfoot College received an animated communication from a very concerned mother regarding, in short, the "unsuitability of fairytales for children."
As this seems to be a rather widespread idea (I might mention the Daily Telegraph article of February 12, 2012) as well as an oddly long-lived one, I take the liberty of pu
SimbelmyneThere is silence here, uponSimbelmyne9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
stale skull tombs
these everminds are stilling...
(And yet their tragedies
shall endure in the pallor of the
flowers in your hands.)
Escape VelocityF = G(m1m2)/r2Escape Velocity4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Black – true black – is the absence of light. Darkness is defined by what it is not, by the lack of something else. When we say a black hole, we truly mean that; black. Blacker than black. An absence of not only light, but of time, distance, anything.
The night was scary when I was little. I hated the dark, but couldn’t bear to sleep so long as the light was on, any light, burning on the other side of my eyelids. I used to have nightmares about dark things in dark corners, shadowy figures with shadowy fingers trailing along my spine. I always woke up cold and fumbling frantically for the lamp, but the aura o
inhalethe cavalry have forgotteninhale5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
their men in the mud
and i fear we are
running out of ammunition,
we never had much
to begin with
we've not got the fire of a
thousand horses but maybe
two will do.
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"Are we being followed, father?"
"No, Astartes, we are not being followed."
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Nicolas shook his head, scratching idly at his flame-red moustache. "Don't let your eyes play tricks on you, son there's no
The Soul Broker I am the buyer and seller of souls. I've bought them all and I'll buy yours. For the world must run like the gears of a clock, and sometimes you tick or sometimes you tock, but everything given will be taken away and for every silence kept, a word must be said.The Soul Broker1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Naturally, you must assume there is a cost. For everything gained, a penny is lost; of course this life can be no different--when the check arrives, you must pay the difference. But not all who ride on the sunday train pay the same price to get out of the rain: a king's ransom might
The Long WindOverhead, the scratched Perspex of the canopy has been pulled down and latched into place. The pilot, sat in the back seat, gives the thumbs up and the ground crew step back. Off in the distance, the small black speck of the winch puffs exhaust smoke causing the cable hidden in the grass to snake wildly. Drawn taut, the glider jumps then bounces and judders across the field.The Long Wind10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Suddenly, there is calm and all that can be seen ahead is the clear blue of a summer's evening sky. Off to the side, the horizon tilts at a crazy angle, slowly levelling out before the cable comes free, falling away. The glider bows once to the land below befo
Down By The SchoolyardThere is a rather cliched phrase that states that some people live double lives. I have always found that to be an intensely misleading statement and I guess you can call it a bit of a pet peeve of mine. No one leads "double lives", they just lead fucking lives. That those lives are more complex that the singular one-track existence of lesser creatures shouldn't be a matter of duplicity, but of common sense. No one is exactly who they seem to be.Down By The Schoolyard2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Julio is one of those who they would later say lived a double life, but it is no more true for him than anyone else. The difference in this case is that there are two of him, rather than one.