FAN FICTION, Part 10The Forbidden Love of Prince Nuada and Princess Nuala
Pronunciation Key: [th] = th as in there; [th] = th as in thin; [r]d = roll the "r"); ä as in father; [I] = as in eye; [a] = as in cat
As King Ru'Athari (roo-A[TH]-ah-[R]dEE) made his way to the Royal Library to confront his late father's sister, Lanïany (LAH-n[i]-AH-nee), he considered her punishment for so boldly ushering the human female to Birmagast (BEER-mah-gast). It would be folly to condemn her to the same fate as his father...that is, until all other possibilities had been exhausted.
'Perhaps,' he thought, 'I should exile her to the same land as the House
FOR CONNECTICUTFarewell, oh precious little children.FOR CONNECTICUT5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our hearts are filled with grief.
You leave behind the love of a nation,
And lives that, to us, were too brief.
Perhaps the powers that be understand
Why you were called home so soon.
But we mere mortals cannot conceive
How you danced away to a mad man's tune.
Our tears have stained the world this day,
And our heads are bent in prayer
For loved ones who'll miss you most of all,
For your loss is a lifetime burden to bear.
JOURNAL OF ENCOUNTERS WITH NUADA - Part 1I was born and raised on earth, neither of royal nor of noble birth, but by parents of noble temperament. True to our race, we lived for short periods of time, in many places. My favorite was a small village, nestled in a wide valley surrounded by rolling green hills. The forests and meadows were my playground by day, the moon and the stars, my playmates by night. Unlike others of my race, I preferred a life of peace and solitude.JOURNAL OF ENCOUNTERS WITH NUADA - Part 16 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
By the time I reached the Age of Understanding, my family had settled in a community made up of various races, races not traditionally known for their inclination to integrate. Though set apart by racial and cultur
POOR ANGELGiven, long ago, the gifts of the gods,POOR ANGEL1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Winged beings did freely roam.
In their hearts of purity and love,
Of beauty and peace made their home.
Their world was far and none could see
The light shone forth from that distant world.
No sun was near, for it needed none;
The beings' radiance around it swirled.
These beings were Angels, messengers divine,
Employed by the gods to impart man's fate.
The prayers of the faithful on earth rang clear,
"Come gentle spirits, our fears to abate."
On a time came one with inflated worth,
'Tho once blessed with the same divine grace,
Did vie for the crown of the kindly gods,
That he alone could
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE ENTWIVESIn a time long ago beyond the reckoning of the stars, an enchanted land of magical beings flourished. Its inhabitants lived in peace, for the most part, each race to its own needs. The wide variety of species and their closely held beliefs, made it difficult to integrate effectively. The land, and indeed the world on which it existed, was vast in size, and beings of the same ilk were far flung.WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE ENTWIVES8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So it was for the creatures known as the Ents. Ents were ancient and enchanted trees with the ability to speak and move about. They seldom did either, for in their home, called Fangorn Forest, there was seldom a need for verbal communication and mobil
FANFIC ADDENDUM TO CHAPTER 9ON FINDING THE HEADLESS BODY OF BAXTER PIERCEFANFIC ADDENDUM TO CHAPTER 96 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Chapter 9 found the human female bounty hunter, Baxter Pierce, attempting to capture King Ru'Athari (roo-A[TH]-ah-[R]dEE), the elf formerly known as Prince Nuada. Having been transported to Birmagast, the land ruled by the Silver Lance, by the sister of the late King Balor, Lanïany (LAH-n[i]-AH-nee), Pierce, armed with a .357 revolver, confronts the King and is beheaded. He orders her remains and weapon transported back to earth.
The headless body of Baxter Pierce has been found by the local police and taken to the Medical Examiner.
Captain: "OK, so where was the body found?"
ONCE A WORLDThe Last of Banii'Rretyn (bah-NIE' reh-TEEN)ONCE A WORLD10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gone are the great lords of Banii'Rretyn,
Their unheeded destiny foretold.
For eons they lived, great fortunes amassed,
On the backs of perceived inferior kind.
Under the displeased gaze of their gods,
The grief from below was observed.
"How can this be?" cried the Greatest Divine,
As his sorrow and anger grew ever more intense.
"They are but children," a deity replied,
"Gone mad with power and greed."
"We must intercede, and somehow curtail
This blatant display of barbaric might.
"Do be judicious when first you strike,"
Pleaded the Goddess of Love,
"For though they are wicked, we lo
OF THE UNTOLD FATE OF THE BLUE WIZARDSHere follows an account of the first two Maiar to be brought into service by the Valar to conquer Sauron, the Dark EnemyOF THE UNTOLD FATE OF THE BLUE WIZARDS4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
From the beginning of time - even before the coming of the elves - Arda, a world of great beauty, was plagued by evil. Its beauty was its curse, for even as the Valar, the great nature spirits of Valinor, fashioned the many wondrous resources of that world, the evil, powerful and covetous Vala, Melkor did seek to destroy all that he could not own or control. The nefarious designs of the Dark Enemy relentlessly plagued the whole of Arda and threatened its future, for he was more powerful than all the race of the Ainur.
LIFE ABOVE, GRAVE BELOWAny story with "grave" in its title is bound to be a tale of death or vampires, right? Wrong. At least, not this time. The "grave" reference is merely a figurative location. This is a story about an individual, we'll call her Suzy, who had taken up residence in a rooming house. This house was run by an emotionally unstable cousin by the name of Angela.LIFE ABOVE, GRAVE BELOW8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Angela's instability was brought on by, what she considered, a life of abandonment. When she was a child, her single mother, Dina, could not afford to raise both Angela and her older brother, Luke. Dina was forced to send Angela to live with family on a country farm far away. Luke got to stay
THE WAIFHe is a profoundly beautiful boy of sixteen.THE WAIF2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He is crude, wild, a ruffian, a rowdy, and unintentionally irresistible.
He is Peck's charming, but oh so bad, boy.
He inspires fear and hate, and unexpectedly, love and sympathy.
He is a living contradiction.
His eyes are large and soft, graceful and hypnotic,
Red rimmed and bagged, conjuring feelings of motherhood in women,
And immediate jealousy in men.
Either way, one could easily lose oneself in them,
And very likely, many have.
His nose has been broken once or twice,
Or perhaps he was born that way,
It's impossible to tell with him.
It is equally impossible to tell whether it was
LaLa-Nora's GATHERING IN THE FORESTLaLa-Nora's GATHERING IN THE FOREST1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There was an old owl who sat on a limb
Of a tree in a very old wood.
Never opening his eyes, never making a sound,
Other animals weren’t sure that he could.
They would all gather round to watch him and wait
For a sign that the creature yet lived.
But all was in vain, for he sat like a stone,
And no clue the old fowl would give.
“Perhaps we should poke him,” a squirrel did suggest,
“Not hard, just a very light touch.”
“I think we should leave him alone,” said the fox,
“He’s not bothering us very much.”
“Well, thank you, friend fox,” the bird suddenly spoke,
His golden e
Ophelia's MarchShe stands tallOphelia's March7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes
Of her all
A child in a misshapen form.
Spectres of memory
Cloud her countenance
Her eyes, bright and keen.
Scanning the horizon
She traces the unchartered peaks with her tongue
Delighting in the worn roughness
Of cracked enamel
And the taste of metal.
She is far
From her bloody body
Scarlet marring translucent white.
She takes a small, teetering
Finding her new feet
Feeling the comforting crunch
Of Bone and sand and dust
A Drunk Elfprince ONESHOTThe Golden Army had been destroyed long ago, the elf Prince had realized his defeat and rebuild his kingdom together with his sister. They were living peacefully in Bethmora, long away from humans.A Drunk Elfprince ONESHOT3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Well except for right now, Prince Nuada and Princess Nuala had decided to go on a vacation to visit old buddies in the human-world. It's been a few days since they arrived at the BPRD, this was all Nuala's idea though, and Nuada wasn't very happy about it at first, but he had to go to please his beloved sister.
"Hey Nuada" Red waved at the elf prince as he entered the library. He was sitting in a large chair smoking one of his big cigars as alway
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Prologue: A picture is worth a thousand words...
Just off the Gulf of Mexico Mrs. Waverly was peeling the skin from a boiled shrimp she had bought at the market that morning. The steam had begun to rise in her quaint kitchen and she had raised all of her windows to thin the air. The smells of the sea rushed into her house, mixing with the hydrangeas and lavender she had planted outside.
She inhaled deeply and strolled into the living room, wiping her hands on a damp rag. Mrs. Waverly stopped just in front of the bay window facing the ocean basin. Off in the distance she could see the docks and a few fishing boats barely returning from their
LIFE AT THE CLEAR SPOT, Part 1On a Clear Spot deep in a thick forest, there stood the remains of a sad log cabin. Its high rotting front porch swayed precariously on what was left of the wide stairs. The jagged holes in the windowpanes were stuffed with useless rags. The entire cabin consisted of one room and all cabin-life activities were performed in this room. All, that is, except the cooking which was done in the yard as far from the structure as possible for fear of setting fire to it. Ironically, the only thing still standing and usable in the drear, dim little room was an unusually well preserved hearth. It was made of large brown bricks held together with an unattLIFE AT THE CLEAR SPOT, Part 12 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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La adrenalina empieza a subir,acelerar mi pulso,los latidos de mi corazón galopan dentro de mi pecho.El viento en mi piel eriza mi vello...siento una electricidad que se desparrama,fluye,ataca,desboca cada terminación nerviosa de mis células..produciendo un infinito placer,enturbia mi pensamientos.
Entro en un estado de placidez plena,mi inconsciente salta ...por encima de
Lagrimas calladas.La noche es fría,gélida.Miro a través de las persianas de la ventana.El brillo de la luces de la ciudad se ve empañado.Llueve...gotas de agua sobre el cristal que resbalan .La lluvia que tanto te gusta en los cristales,en estas noches frías.Te acurrucabas en mis brazos,buscando el calor de mi cuerpo.Lagrimas calladas.4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Al igual que la lluvia, mis lágrimas se deslizan por mis mejillas.Mis ojos se anegan una y otra vez,más callo.No quiero que oigas mi llanto,no quiero despertarte ,que veas mi desconsuelo.La mascara debe seguir sobre mi rostro.Creo que por muy poco tiempo ya....
En mis manos una cajita de cart&oa