

Storm- ProloguePrologueStorm- Prologue
Into the harsh silence, the air began to fold in waves, lapping through the atmosphere like the ocean, crystal clear and shimmering. At first, it seemed like the end of the world for the humans. Some ran from the waves, fearing the cold hand of death that threatened to clasp their lungs and drown them. Others accepted death openly, and sat and only watched with a look of pure tranquillity on their peaceful faces as the waves approached, eventual washing over their heads cleanly, leaving them dry and unharmed. In some parts of the world, nothing happened at all, for the people were asleep in their upside down night, and


Storm- Chapter 33Chapter 33 Falling waterStorm- Chapter 33
I left the room in a daze, only to find Quentin hurrying towards me from the end of the corridor. I stared blindly at him as he approached. "Dinner is served," he smiled sarcastically and bowed, and then led me back down the corridor in the direction he'd just come from. I shook myself internally, and scurried to keep up with him. "I've been meaning to ask you," I breathed, trying to sway my mind from Dixie, "you said that I'd 'crash' a couple of hours after you'd boosted me with optimism, but I didn't. What's with that?" We rounded a corner, and trotted down a narrow spiral staircase, l


Storm- Chapter 32Chapter 32 One night of respiteStorm- Chapter 32
"What are you talking about?" I breathed, my whole body frozen into a solid pose. No response came, and I sat in my statue impersonation as the thoughts and confusions crashed through my tired mind. The silence that had a few moments ago been a torment, now served as a pacifier to my frantic head, allowing me to arrange my crazed panics. 'How could I be a half Vampire?' I thought in a frenzy. 'My parents are both Fairies or are they? Yes, of course they are. They have wings. They have auras. They don't have fangs. They are most certainly Fairies. The Emperors must just be mistaken. &nbs


Storm- Chapter 31Chapter 31 It.Storm- Chapter 31
I was ushered briskly into the room. It was unexpectedly small and rectangular, wider than it was long. The soft, furry carpet was a golden beige colour, and appeared enticingly comfortable. The walls were painted a similar shade of violet to the carpet in the main entrance, and bare- void of a single painting or tapestry. However, on the left wall, an old fashioned fire place flickered with warmth as it spat sizzling embers into the air and licked up towards the chimney with great vigour. Over by the back wall, five luxurious armchairs stood, curving around slightly into a suggestive semi-circle. Each chair


Rise of a King: Chapter 4CHAPTER 4: THE GAMESRise of a King: Chapter 4
Acid rain fell on the humungous stadium that housed the Gladiator Games. There was no stopping the festivities though. This was the perfect weather for the bloody fights that took place. As the lethal storm pelted the skins of the competitors, many roared in pain. Some dropped dead from the complete incineration of their skin. The stronger ones learned to bear it. They welcomed it. This meant most fights would be shorter and less strenuous. Wake up Sinbad.
Sinbad awoke with th
| I pretty much stick to fictional prose, as I've wanted to be a novelist since about the age of 7. I'm 15 years old, and so aim my stories at people around my age, possibly leaning slightly towards females with my favourite genre being fantasy and fairies. I use Deviant Art to get criticism to improve, and the comments I've had so far on 'Storm' have been very helpful, and I'd appreciate more people's opinions. |
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"Worship, then, is not a part of the Christian life; it is the Christian life."
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Yeah I'm not too bad... grandad died a couple of weeks ago, but apart from that- s'all gooooood. Been reading way to much more than writing
how about you?
I've been writing waaaaaay too much more than reading, but a lot of the people I watch haven't updated much, lol. I know I'm going to get hit with a bunch of posts all at once.
Anyhow I hope that everything works out all right and I'm sorry for your loss!
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"Worship, then, is not a part of the Christian life; it is the Christian life."
check out The Resented [link]
Unfortunately we had no idea it was coming, it was just this random heart attack :S
Oh I know, I can't keep up with reading everyone else's work! I'll catch up one of these days!
x
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"Worship, then, is not a part of the Christian life; it is the Christian life."
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and no problem whatsoever
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"Save a drum, bang a drummer!"
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