Medieval Love - IntroThis book is dedicated:
To the spirit of creative freedom.
To Hesti, the truest friend ever.
To Engel, Rac-rac, Rusty, Roo, Gwen, Tempest wings, Muggie, Luna, Kirsty, Limpy, Kinks, Anz, and Bunny. May our group last forever.
Lord Destrier was a powerful, wise man; organized and determined. He knew what was expected of him and was a just ruler. He kept the order and knew how to handle everything Except his son!
Destrier was pacing up and down his study, deep in thought. What to do with his son? He had been moping lately. His son had lost is usual hearty appetite, didnt take an interest in anything and took to walking listlessly from room to room.
Destrier recalled the conversation he had had with Count Percival the day before. They had been discussing how fast their children had grown; Percivals daughter and Destriers son. They were both of a marriageable age. The match had appealed very much to Destrier. It would also extract his son from his mopi
AloneHe walked through the shrouded forest, dark clouds rolling across the turbulent sky and caressing themselves along the pale moon like seductive fingers. His dark, wildly handsome features were cloaked amidst the blackness, his rough, worn hands stuffed deeply into the pockets of his jeans as he roamed the terrain almost restlessly, as if searching for something, anything to take his mind off the conflicting emotions going on in his head. There was a hollow, aching loneliness that was etched with pain in his heart a loneliness that just wouldnt go away no matter what he did no matter how hard he tried to stay busy. It was just there. Always.Alone7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He gazed almost helplessly around him, feeling the struggling, sickening panic rising again, looking for anything, anyone to hold. But he was alone. Had it always been this way? How had he wound up here? He couldnt remember.
MURDER SHE WROTETroubled mind,MURDER SHE WROTE5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Take it slow.
A world behind,
Not letting go.
Such a mess,
Pain still lingers.
Today's been torn,
A lesson learned.
Destined to fade,
A suicidal cry,
Murder she wrote.
My LoveMy Love,My Love7 years ago in General More Like This
I'm here alone...wondering...waiting. It's so, so cold without you. My tender heart aches and throbs and cries all at the same time. The darkness consumes me, it's black tendrils squeezing my soul like writhing serpents bent on crushing it into submission. The night is freezing, the stars but icy, dead gems in the sky. The moon reflects the pallor of my soul, the light harsh and dull and wavering. Will it disappear? Where has my inner strength gone?
The air is thick...foggy...And I am left here wondering...waiting.
I imagine your tender smile, that soft look in your eyes that used to shine down upon me...and it twists and pangs my heart...and my dreams at night. I drag myself through the day. There is no light but yours. I am but a wilting flower, dying, th
Immortals - Promised GoodbyeIm dead.Immortals - Promised Goodbye7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a statement of fact, he knew. The cries of Barzha and Hebakh had faded quite some time ago along with the uncomfortable feeling of the boulder that had killed him. He still hadnt moved; not from pain, as that had also disappeared, but just for lack of want, of reason. There wasnt anything to do. He couldnt fight Ozorne, or even any of the other immortals that had allied themselves with the emperor-turned-Stormwing, couldnt tease the humans.
Couldnt say goodbye.
Goodbye. He had never actually spoken the word. Still, he had said something. What had he said? It seemed like it was years ago that he had been perched on the rail of that Yamani ship talking to her.
Maybe it had been, he certainly had no way of telling time. Maybe by now she had married the stork-man and had a stork-baby. Or maybe it had only been half a second, and she was still calling his name, screaming it in the hope that her words alone could undo w
Sharp Tongue chapter 1Sharp Tongue chapter 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Rude Awakening
"You were gone for so long," Magus said to the girl, fingers entwined in her long, braided hair. "I thought you would never come back from your other world." He gave her a rare smile, which she returned.
"Wake up," she said.
Mildly confused, Magus unconsciously knit his brow. "Pardon?"
"Wake up, damn it!" she said again, her tone of voice not matching her face at all.
"I'm afraid I don't --"
"Honestly!" she continued. "Every single morning -- you'd think a wizard wouldn't be the kind of person to sleep in all the time. Come on, you've been sleeping ages longer than the rest of us!"
Magus blinked, and the girl his arms were around wasn't who she had been three seconds ago. Her long, coffee-colored braid was replaced by a purple bob, and her wire-rimmed glasses were now thick and clunky. "You!" was the last thing Magus said before --
"Honestly! Every single morning -- you'd think a wizard wouldn't be the kind of person
My Very Own KelDomLady Kelandry of Mindelan wore a deep russet dress, made by Lalasa, which clung to the curves of her slim, but muscular, body. She had a dreamers green-hazel eyes set over a thin blade of a nose, and a soft, wide mouth. Her light brown hair waved softly to her shoulders. Doms eyes nearly fell out at the sight of her. Lalasa had emphasized parts he did not want to be reminded she had. It just made sticking to his pledge all the harder. She was his friend. He could not distract her from her duties, nor did he want to ruin their friendship. What if she didnt feel the same way? Hed been drawn to her since he set eyes on her, and while their friendship had grown and grown, it was only a few months ago that hed realized he was deeply and irrevocably in love with her. He was known as the courts biggest flirt, the heartbreaker, the seducer who could not be seduced. A small smile curved over his mouth now. If only they knew. Not one of the court ladies, the nMy Very Own KelDom6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Unicorn Fever- One ShotOne Shot: Unicorn FeverUnicorn Fever- One Shot6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: This is my first one-shot, so please forgive me if Im doing anything wrong. The first proper snow weve had in years fell in the UK a few weeks ago, and the feeling of peace was incredible. People couldnt drive, no-one went to work (here in the marshes, if you skid, you drown) and the sensation was unbelievable. I decided to share it, and I thought that if anyone deserved to have a bit of peace in their lives, it was Numair and Daine.
In the style of Sleep Pale Sister by Joanne Harris.
It was one of those timeless hours of winter. The snow drifted softly from the darkened sky, illuminated by the silken silver light that showed no signs of darkening. The trees seemed to sigh as each breath of wind shook them, reluctant to shed the sheltering blankets of snow from their branches. The deadly threat and fear of winter was gone, and all that remained was the utter peace of a quiet winters day.
The girl w
The EndThe End7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
There are no such things as happy endings.
You can ask any shabby old hobo, lying broken on the street corner.
Live life like theres no tomorrow, love like youve never been hurt; wanna know the truth? Thats all kids stuff.
And I should know. The people who are supposed to protect us? Theyre just human, like you and me. They make mistakes. Dangerous mistakes.
Me? Im not inclined to go parading around with a gun, calling myself a hero while Im just a murderer with the justification of a little thing called law enforcement.
But you know, its not really possible to stop evil with good either. Like that mass murderer is gonna turn over a new leaf just by getting a lecture on how wrong he was and getting himself locked up in a cage.
I know this. You know this.
And thats why I fight. If the police are gonna make a muck-up of things anyway, why cant I? Why cant I give a family who lost someone
An unexpected confrontation You found me sitting by the lake, clearing my head after a hard days work. I didnt notice you at first, being so wrapped up in my thoughts as I was. Suddenly you were just there, sitting next to me and saying my name. My eyes jerked open to take in your beautiful presence. You laughed, for some reason unknown to me, so I just sat and waited. When you were done, I asked why you were so cheerful. You smiled a little half smile that made my heart beat quicken and replied I have made a revelation.An unexpected confrontation7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I couldnt think of what to say, so instead I raised one eyebrow slightly. You laughed again and said, in a quiet voice Ive finally figured out why youve been acting funny. I struggled to keep a blush back, and the only word I could form was Oh After a moment, I got my ability to form complete sentences back and asked Well, why am I acting funny, pray tell? Your eyes,
Brave face"I can't do it."Brave face7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I won't do it.
"You're too important to the realm."
You're everything to me.
"I don't know what your family will do."
I can't imagine life without you.
"You have to get better, for Tobe's sake if nothing else."
You can't leave me here alone.
"If you die, Meathead will never forgive you."
If you die, I will never forget you.
"Why did you have to get sick?"
When you fell, I felt my world falling with you.
"Kel! You're awake!"
"I've been awake for the past half hour. Thanks for staying with me."
"It was nothing."
"I love you too."
Bella, it's time.. Bella, it's time...... Chapter 1Bella, it's time..6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I woke up, she blinked a couple times trying to clear my vision. I lay on a soft, big bed. I pushed the covers aside and turned to sit up.
"Good morning, Bella," he breathed in my ear.
I turned only to gaze into his liquid topaz eyes. I remembered to breathe. Edward looked at me with that crooked smile I loved so much. He looked away and brushed his beautiful bronze hair out of his eyes.
"You know Bella it is polite to say good morning back," he said annoyed.
"Good morning Edward," I said, smiling.
I stood up and looked around the room. The black leather sofa in the middle of the room, and the stack of Cd's neatly arranged c
Boys of Seclusion - 8In Gerard's opinion, the weekend passed far too quickly. Frankie was to go back to school the next day and the thought sickened both of them. Gerard didn't want to be away from Frankie, especially considering where he was going. He wanted nothing to happen to Frankie while he wasn't there. Gerard was afraid the kids hadn't forgotten about throwing whatever it was they threw at the car window. He didn't want Frankie going back to something like that. It was nearing midnight, and neither of them were asleep.Boys of Seclusion - 87 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gerard was sitting on the bed, legs out, sketching in a book, the light dim. Frankie's head was resting on a pillow on Gerard's legs and he was pulling thread after thread out of his glove, eventually tearing a piece of skin off of his thumb and sucking away any of the blood that surfaced. They were quiet, because nothing needed to be said. Gerard had grown awfully comfortable with having Frankie around. Just having the kid lay on him like they were was something he was going to miss
Knight master It was summer in Tortal, and the palace gardens were at their peak. Well trimmed rose bushes and other flowers were in full bloom; a soft breeze carried their scent over the grounds.Knight master7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
On one of the many stone benches placed among the flowers sat Lenore of Queenscove, quietly reading a book in the shade of a large tree. Her eyes were dark hazel with a hint of green in them and intent on the words before her. Her long black hair was pulled back into a tight braid, with a few stray locks framing her face and brushing the back of her neck.
Tanned skin hid the slight almond tint it held, if not the liberal sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She was 13 and on the short side; she had yet to grow into her disproportionately long limbs.
Lenore was a first year squire but she didnt have a knight master. She wasnt worried about it though. She knew shed get one eventuall
Boys of Seclusion - 2"That. Was. Awkward, dude," Frank said, as Gerard shut the door behind him. Immediately, Frank dove for the side of the bed, just as he was before they had gone to the dining room for dinner.Boys of Seclusion - 27 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Lock it? Please?"
Gerard locked the door and sat down next to Frankie, and folded his arms over his drawn knees. Something of which he was sure he had gotten from Frankie. As he looked over at the boy, he was right; Frank had pulled his knees into his chest, and folded his hands together, holding them tighter than absolutely necessary. "You did okay. But, you really don't have to stay here tonight. Ya know? Not if you don't want to," Gerard said, looking pointedly at his knees, because he didn't want to make this into some big thing.
"But I want to. It's better than being alone. You want me here, right?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I do."
One of those very awkward moments passed where both boys smiled at each other and then found it necessary to pick at the carpet between them, their fingers only almost meeting
Flirting with Disaster Ch.1He leaned in and kissed me on my cheek. I didn't blush; we were both playing a game similar to "playing hard to get." Instead of pretending to not be interested, we were doing what we could to prevent from blushing first. Sure, it would have been easier for him, I mean; he was more solemn than I. But I, on the other hand, had to learn to not show my emotions in a very quick time. It was I who was a Team Leader, I who had to face many challenging foes without letting my fear show.Flirting with Disaster Ch.17 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Melody, Team Leader of K.E.W.T., it must be extremely hard for you to Keep Everyone, everyWhere, Together. How is it that you can remain so cute?" I knew that he was making a play on words, a sort of run-on pun, involving my team's name, and their motto. I cracked a smile a bit, but was able to catch myself quickly enough that I didn't blush. He had me up against a wall. If he was someone else, I might've freaked. But this was Diamondstar. He wouldn't har
I'm No Angel--Chapter 2I woke up the next morning still in yesterdays clothes, and with a bit of a headache. As I began to get up and begin my morning routine, the events of the night before slowly came back to me. Rosto was trying to talk me into being his girl again. Will he ever quit? He is a stubborn cove, Ill give him that much.I'm No Angel--Chapter 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Then, suddenly, my emotional breakdown came flooding back to my memory, and I collapsed backwards on my bed again, throwing my hands to my head in exasperation, trying to think about what I said exactly but couldnt. All I could remember was how he rushed directly to my side, and how I had instinctively buried my head into his shoulder, and how his hands, strong and supporting, but at the same time so comforting, as he rubbed them up and down my back, trying to soothe me in my time of need. Gods above how could I have done that! My headache suddenly grew worse in its intensity, and I went in search of remedy Kora had made for me, muttering in annoyance at m
Boys of Seclusion - 6Gerard had stayed hidden in his basement, with the door locked until dinner that night. He hadn't spoken to anybody since Frank was nearly dragged out of the house earlier that day. He prodded at his potatoes and kept his head low, and tried to ignore the conversation his mother made with Mikey and his father.Boys of Seclusion - 67 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mikey kicked Gerard's foot under the table.
"Stop it, Mikey," Gerard warned. He glanced at his mother who sent Mikey a threatening look. Mikey lowered his head and put his chin in his hand. He kicked Gerard's foot again. "Mikey. Knock it off," Gerard said firmly. He really wasn't in the mood.
"Mikey, now seriously. Leave Gerard alone," their father said. He put his fork down and addressed Gerard. "What's the matter, son?" he asked.
Gerard glanced up at his father and shook his head. "It's nothing, Dad. I'm a little blocked. No inspiration," Gerard shrugged and hoped, wished that that was enough to keep his father satisfied. Gerard and his father never really talked much. It was a
Boys of Seclusion - 7Gerard and Frankie held hands as they made their way up the stairs and Gerard knocked on his mother's bedroom door. When she answered, the confused, concerned look on her face was enough for the two of them to enter and take seats wherever they could. Gerards mother sat on the chair in the corner, and Frank pulled Gerard to the floor and rested his head on Gerard's shoulder. After a strained moment of silence, Gerard's mother asked what happened.Boys of Seclusion - 77 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I swear I was taking him back to school, Mom," Gerard started. "So, we were, I don't know. We said goodbye and Frank was going to get out of the car, but something was thrown at the window."
"What do you mean something was thrown at the window? What window? My window?" His mother asked, referring to herself with an open hand. "What?"
Gerard nodded solemnly. "Um. I don't know. It didn't break, just... cracked pretty badly. It was on Frankie's side. And then, um. The other kids got up in front of the car and started yelling something at u
Never Saw This ComingAlice sat calmly in the dark room, it was small and black no light came in or came out.Never Saw This Coming6 years ago in Teen More Like This
Alice had seen this room before as her thoughts made her regain focus on the real world.
she was confused she had seen this room before but at the moment she could not place it. Why was it Black and why did it seem like she would have reason to go there. It was always harder to see and understand her own future, then it was everyone else's. She sighed not sure where to go or what to do. She slumped down on the bench closest to her and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Gah! what does this mean? I just don't get it. what does this room have to do with the future." her voice was bitter as she spoke quietly
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe it had nothing to do with the future." a light velvet voice spoke at a normal tone.
Alice glared at him taking in his features. He had blond hair and his eyes shown crimson in the light. She sat up quickly surprised at how amazing he looked despite her
I'm No Angel Chapter OneTold from Rostos point of view in Bekas room about a year after the events in Terrier.I'm No Angel Chapter One6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beka, I love you more than any other mot I have ever known. I dont know why she wont believe me. I promised to do so much for her. I have left Aniki, along with all the other mots I have been with, but she still wont be with me.
I know Rosto, youve told me this at least a hundred times, but
But what ? I promise to do any thing you ask me, I have already left all my concubines for you, you are the only one I want now, why wont you be with me? She doesnt know shes breaking my heart? No, not breaking, smashing into a million pieces would be more accurate.
Its not that I dont want to, its just
Just what ?
I am a Dog, and you are the King of the Rogue.
No I'm no angel
No I'm no stranger to the street
I've got my
Boys of Selcusion - 5Gerard woke up not with Frank curled under his arm or near his chin, but tucked into a corner on the floor, playing with the sparkling, rainbow pinwheel the kid had made more than a week ago. His gloves were laid out beside him; red from what Gerard could only guess was blood, because Frank's fingers seemed covered in it.Boys of Selcusion - 57 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Frank? What're you doing?" Gerard asked as he sat up in his bed. He rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. "Frank?" he asked again.
From the floor, Frank simply, quickly shook his head, and flicked the pinwheel.
Gerard climbed out of bed, his stomach doing odd things, considering the time of the morning and the fact that he had just woken up. After nearly tripping to his death on a stack of newspaper, Gerard finally sat down in front of Frank, more or less securing the kid's place in the corner. Frank didn't seem threatened by this, just more relaxed, like if he never got out of that space he wouldn't complain. Gerard frowned at the fact that what cove