Dark Heart, Dark Seed - Part II
Every violent prose and twisted poem that my paws had ever scribbled was driven by a seed he had planted inside me. "did you miss me, little one?"
Sky Ocean Chapter 1
As the less than enthusiastic feathered teen murmured a morning prose he lost balance and fell in a heap of pearl white feathers and tangled limbs, in a mess upon his bedroom floor. "...in form less than composed and head more than screaming, i puzzled over
Black and White – Chapter 1: Explanation.
I spent the remaining math-cum-library period writing prose and poetry. the bell rang, and douglas and i rocketed to our english class. okay, so i liked english class. today, we were to share a bit of creative writing.
You ARE a writer! : Srsly (2nd step on the road to success!)
Our brethren who sling around paint brushes are perhaps the only ones who will understand that nagging feeling you have (or should have, unless you are a deluded maniac - also your prose sucks and i hate you.) whenever you sit down at the keyboard.
Meet the Studs: Alabaster, the Lion of dark muscle and grey matter
Plopping down and skimming over line after line of prose disconnected from factual information is just too tedious.
[SFW] Squirrely Days #008 - Kylola
#7 of squirrely days [sfw] [slice-of-life] [alt romance] [none traditional fantasy] squirrelly days is a slice of fantasy life written for and dedicated to people who wished more books let them use their imagination more and painted with prose less.
Windfall: Wrapping Up
The steampunk one cast him as a stoic swordsman and her as an aristocratic airship heiress--creative, though the prose got purple enough to embarrass a plum.
Part 2
#2 of folder second part of a much longer (hopefully more interesting) price-of-crap-prose. comment and let me know how i'm doing. silent readers are a killer. atlas opened the door of the dingy motel with the intent to slip way quietly.
Black and White – Chapter 2: Why?
I wanted to show douglas and tuesday the bit of prose i did write. but there was the bit of truth i did not write. i dropped the book, and i was suddenly pale. pages of my notebook had been scrawled on. the handwriting, i do not know whose.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 12
Chapter 12: The Ballad of Siljna Now understand when I tell you that the land as we know it has existed far longer than even the wolves. It has seen the forming of dark seas, and the thrust upward of land. And with land came bright spring green. It...
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 9
Chapter 9: A Cruel Trick That Nashil loved her, Valdigt knew. It had been apparent from almost the first moment they met, and though that had been only a few weeks ago, the days they'd spent together were joyous. Passion came swiftly - so swiftly they...
Gasman - Part 1 - The New King in Town
Leo sat in silence as the air filtering system of the room flickered on. The lights slowly raising the visibility of the lab. It was late, after hours. He was the only person in the building except the janitor, who knew better than to go poking around...