I had a topic about my writing ages ago, but I think it got deleated when the board was cleared up yonks ago....so here it is again.

Soooo, I know I have the realm write up going already, but I write a LOT more than just Realm, and I'll put stuff here, like my weird poem things and my stories. If you're lucky I MIGHT do requests, ut I do have a very busy timetable *I'm working on an essay as I'm on here btw*

Also, if I do a fairly decent drawing, it'll go up in here too.

Cool. We await with some sort of excitement...

Right, for those who didn't read it, here is the 'beginning' of a story I did for a project. It'll NEVER be finished, but I had to make it look like I would finish it for some reason....It dosen't have a title.


The stars were reflected like tiny jewels in the black lake. The water was cool and still after the heat of the day. Tham peered out through the dusky shadows, clutching his shortsword a little tighter.
Despite the seductive serenity of the night, he knew something was wrong.
“Psst! Tham!” An insistent voice hissed out of the darkness. Tham spun round, sword drawn, his breathing fast and heavy.
“Who’s there?”
A girl’s voice giggled. “It’s only me…this Forest guard thing is going to your head!” Fern slipped out from behind a tree.
“Fern!” Tham sighed, his shoulders sagging. Fern had been adopted into his family when she was fifteen years old, still practically a baby. Now she was twenty-eight and anything but a baby, yet Tham who was seven years older than her, still felt responsible for her.
He’d just joined the Forest guards, mere weeks after turning thirty-five, the minimum age. He was the youngest and at first had been the running gag of their section.
Fern smiled and linked her arm around his.
“Aren’t you coming to the party?” She asked pouting.
“No.” Tham drew away his arm firmly and looked out across the lake. He wanted to go, it was the annual midsummer celebration and a great excuse to get legless, yet he didn’t feel like going with Fern.
She was getting too clingy; she really needed more friends her own age Tham decided.
“Fern…go with Tasha or Kieran, not me! I am your older brother-“
“Adopted.” Fern crossed her arms and stood looking at him accusingly. “Anyway, it’s your duty to go! The elders decided that every male elf who is of age is to go and take part in a ceremony to decide who is worthy of…” Fern trailed off, as if she wasn’t sure herself.
“A ceremony to decide what exactly?” Tham asked witheringly.
“I don’t know! No one but those bloody animated lawn statues do!” Fern shrieked, stamping her foot, just like she did as a little kid.
“Fern, please. Immaturity doesn’t suit you…seeing as you’re about to be married off, you should start acting your age, otherwise your kids’ll be better behaved than you!” Tham joked, giving her a light shove. She growled and pounced on him, hitting him. Tham grabbed her arms and held her still.
“You know I don’t want to get married! You know I don’t!” She pulled herself away and started to run from the clearing.
“I’ll take your place then! Whatever this is for, it’ll be better than marriage!” Fern’s long silver hair flashed in the moonlight. Tham laughed quietly and leaned back against a tree.

Fern choked back tears and flung open the door to her room. Opening the chest, she drew out some of Tham’s old clothes that she wore for riding. Fern dragged them on quickly, then pulled a light cloak on to cover her face. She put a dagger in her belt and ran out of the house. The town square was filled with elves, standing around the statue that dominated the stone marketplace. A stage had been set up, and the elders were seated upon it.
The eldest, Kendric, four foot short, shakily rose up out of his seat of office and addressed the crowds.
“People of Haresmeer! I am saddened, yet glad to announce that the star of Heleron has returned to our skies!” Kendric spat out a veritable tidal wave of spit, spraying half the front row.
There was a general outburst of general squeals, fainting, people running around and battleaxes being waved in the air.
“Yes…yes…shut up.” Kendric muttered. The melee quietened and several elves arrested for criminal damage. Fern was watching in amazement. She had heard tales about it; both factual and the utterly stupid Armageddon style end-of-the-world-all-is-doomed-oh-no! Golden-haired-hero-emerges-slays-a-few-demons-we-are liberated!
“This is why I have gathered you all here, to find a new warrior of the dawn - sorry, all the decent names have since been copyrighted - to go into the abyss and stop the rising tide of evil demon spawn that is set to take over all of creation as we know it.” Kendric beamed gummily at the crowds.
“Any volunteers?”
There was a mass stampede as the towns people rushed backwards to hide under any nearby table, bush or fat person.
Fern slipped out from behind a pillar.
“I will. I volunteer.” She said quietly.
Everyone gaped at her in complete shock and horror.
“Fern!” Her adopted mother screamed and fainted. Her adopted father didn’t comment, as he was too busy catching his wife.
“I refuse! As you are my betrothed, I cannot allow it!” Terrath bellowed, stepping forward to restrain her.
“Oh get knotted.” Fern sighed. “Well, can I do it? Can I volunteer?”
The elders looked at each other bewildered. They’d never had to deal with this before. In the past, girls stayed home, cooked, got them up, were a source of fun on long winter nights and somehow had little elves every year or so.
“I don’t know…don’t see why not…”
“Is there a rule in the charter?”
“No…the charter just says ‘any elf worthy of the sword…’ I suppose it doesn’t mention females, as they weren’t a problem back then…”
“Let her try then. She won’t shut up if we don’t. She’ll start running round with banners saying ‘equal rights for women’…”
A knot of girls near the stage looked up, then at each other and then scampered off to get painting.
“Very well Bern…stand forwards…”
Fern stepped up onto the stage.
“Draw this staff out of the tree stump -copyright problems again, I do apologise my dear- and see if this is indeed your destiny.” Kendric clambered back up to his seat and watched.
Fern gripped the staff and heaved. There was a sound of splintering wood, a shaft of golden light and silver sparks and Fern yanked the staff out. It caught on the edge of the hole, flipped up in the air, somersaulted three times and knocked Terrath unconscious.
Fern smiled around dopily, then looked down at her shoes embarrassed when she saw Terrath on the floor spark out with the staff making a huge red indent on his forehead.
“You are the chosen one” Kendric started bouncing up and down on his chair, waving his arms in the air. There was another high-pitched scream as Fern’s mother was brought around and heard the fateful sentence. Fern bit her lip, thinking that things wouldn’t get worse. Unfortunately, trouble followed Fern like paperclips run around after a magnet...

I didn't really understand that but very good.

You're not meant to understand it really. I was told to write a short story or the beginning of a story, so I did that. It was a time killer really. I'l find something else for ya lot.....

whats there to understand....nought! but i like it!

yay.

and of course realm. this stuff is supposed to not make sense....right or was it just pieces of ur life that u slapped together?

Huh? May you repeat the question please? Me a bit slow today you see...

naz, what ARE you talking about?

Never mind. Here is a poem/song thingy...

Torn away from grace I fall,
Ripped and ragged, nothing remains.
Soulless deceivers,
I am their prey, their game, their toy.

A pawn of fate, a child of power,
I will not submit......
Yet submit I must.
The Darkness consumes, wrapping around my body....suffocating...

Shard of hope crumble, dead at my feet.
Broken.
Empty.
Laid bare.

All things turn to dust.
The Light is not eternal.
I am not eternal.
Powers rise and fall and only memories remain.

why do all depressing songs never ryme?
who would want to be immortal anywhey? hopefully i'll get cancer by the time im 30.

Think that was something for my book to do with one of the vampires....

ok. something is definatly wrong. post keep getting delited!
i just put something! >:(

say that again. checked i out...nothing!

Ok. Care to explain that for we who are unenlightened? ;)

Explain what??

Heh, no writy soon people, the only thing I'm writing at the moment, even as I speak here, are reports....

The poem. Is there a metaphor?

I dunno. I made it up in about five minutes at eleven at night a few months ago.

Right. So it's just babble?

I have no idea....just somehting themed along my personal faveourite of haunted creatures of the night really...a line just dropped into my head, so I wrote some more to keep it company.

Riiight. Ok. More please!

More poems? I have one I wote the first time I was in a car driven by my sister. It's from the point of view of one of my book's vampires:

As the blood drips
from my eyes,
I sit here and demand
why?

Those who know me all wear masks.
Hide their souls through fear.
When I scream for help, who answers
but she?
Who would risk my love?

My dearest friends, like sisters,
but the furthest away are they.
I bring them pain, and expect their
love, when I do not even deserve
pity.

My curse'd kiss is my only gift for them,
and it is my greatest curse, running deeper through me than my blackened
soul...

Will I be denied?
Lords, Ladies of the sky and spirits -
All I ask of you is for your mercy,
for my demise.

Okey-dokey. Can I have some info on these vampires, please?

*groans*

Okay, well, my vamps can exist in daylight, they cry blood - if they consume blood, as there are substitues for it. There are several sub species of vampires, some of which have to perfrom at ritual to become immortal, but before and if they don't choose it, they're still invunerble to most stuff. The vampire who the poem comes through was made into one of those vamps at an early age along with loads of other toddlers as a sick experiment carried out by renegade vamp lords to bolster the population.....

Right. Sorry about that. :)
Sounds pretty good though.

Yeah, the vampires are pretty important in my books....anything else on them? I also use werewolves, dryads and several species I invented myself. Oh, and it ain't a school for witches and wizards in my book, its for sorcerers, as in those with inborn talent. There are a few there to learn the hard way, but they get picked on.

(abbs hates metafores for some reason, hey, dont ask me.. *shrugs*)
i like vampires tho. abbs'll tell you what i was doing in our leavers mass if you ask him nicely. *grins*

Metaphors are the spawn of Lucifer.
Vampires are cool. I watched Shadow of the Vampire earlier and it was one of the best films I've watched this week.
I don't remember. What did you do?

well, i pulled my fingers to bits, then wrote notes to you on my arm in blood, which you couldnt read, because the letters kept trickeling. you kept saying you were going to be ill if i kept doodeling in blood then drinking it.

That's a regular thing. It always makes me ill. Why can't you drink someone else's blood?
Sicko...

because i dont know if antone elses blood tastes nice.
mine is yummy.
besides, you could get a deise doing that!

Well make sure that person is free of diseases then.

*pokes abbs and runs*

I'm not free of diseases so don't drink me!

You lot were brave going to a Catholic school. I know I'd have turned out even more evil than I supposedly am if I'd been sent to one, and yes I nearly was...

Well, they feed us propaganda non-stop so probably yeah.

i dont think iv been to a school asembaly for months. i tend to hide up in the library... wait! there me using present tense again. i left school last week and it hasnt sunk in that im not going back.
anyway, me and abbs *used* to go to the library insted of the assembalys.

Oh, I went to assembly, but I sat staring evilly at the teachers...And when we had to sing hymns.....

*grin* yea?