Jarrus Talon crouched low in the rafters hundreds of feet above the sermon, he muttered a spell and all of a sudden he could make out everyone in the crowd. Jarrus could just make out Brelin a member of the small squad arunell had brought with her. Like everyone else on the squad Jarrus was a Spectre, an elite group of assassins, The Revenant, their target, was hundreds of feet below Jarrus he could kill him now, but this whole operation depended on arunell's squad engaging… Continue
Added by Darian Frey on August 27, 2010 at 8:51am —
[[I am well aware that someone who wants to get published should not post their writings on the internet. That said, I just can't help myself :-D Some people have seen this before, but I think I'm actually going to try to finish it this time.]]
Dark clouds hung low in the sky waiting to dump their burden on an already unhappy populace. The gray morning spread its gloom to the people who were struggling through streets thick with… Continue
Added by Brynweir on August 21, 2010 at 10:00am —
General Manford sat across from him, his steely eyes fixed on the man on the stage. General Manford was his oldest and only friend. Some-one he knew he could trust and be truthful with, having a friend so high up in the military had it's advantages the main one being equipment.
"So; Six said as he poured himself more wine."The usual place?".
"Barry's lockup, third floor" Manford replied more focused on the dancer. Six had always disregarded dancing as just some silly… Continue
Added by Darian Frey on August 18, 2010 at 10:30am —
a liitle thing that came to me:
Six was his name, he had never known himself as anything else, the knife was still at his throat and blood trickled down the handle, but NO, suicide was the coward’s way out and Six was no coward.… Continue
Added by Darian Frey on August 16, 2010 at 12:20pm —
Before you get offended, please read to the end!!! Then if you are offended for some bizarre reason, well, at least you'll know why :-D
Berend woke early that morning. He was going hunting. Since he liked to get close to his prey for the actual kill, he didn’t carry a lot of equipment. He did, however, have a few tricks that helped him be certain of a catch every time he went out. First, Berend made sure to eat a light breakfast. He didn’t want to feel heavy or sluggish from a large… Continue
Added by Brynweir on August 8, 2010 at 2:18pm —
Believe it or not, this story came to me in it's entirety
in a dream. I wrote down what I remembered as soon as I woke and decided it might make a nice story... maybe even a novel someday.
Casara always played in her father’s laboratory. Her father, however, didn’t always know when she was there. Like most eight year olds, she was very curious. She liked to sneak in and watch him when he performed his experiments. Often he would discover her… Continue
Added by Brynweir on August 8, 2010 at 2:17pm —
A five-year-old wrote this poem :-D
When the wind blows,
It makes me feel like I'm something else,
Like a birdy in a tree,
Until the day's light glows,
And the place is so good,
Then the place is turned into something different.
I know it's not the best, but she's five!!!
Added by Brynweir on August 8, 2010 at 2:00pm —
I'm a orange magic drafter!
Take the quiz at Brent Weeks.com
You are an orange drafter
Orange luxin is slick, lubricative, and heavy. It is often used in conjunction with machines and traps. Oranges are often artists, brilliant in Continue
understanding other people's emotions and motivations. Some use this to
defy or exceed expectations. Others become…
Added by Mav_Rick on August 4, 2010 at 4:00pm —
Added by Durzo Blint on August 1, 2010 at 5:34pm —