Thanks for reading. I'm kind of just posting some old writing to reach 10 posts. This is the first segment for a short story I wrote in an intro fiction class two years ago. Always meant to revisit it but never got around to it. It's pretty dated, but sometimes I'm pleasantly surprised by what I...
As my lips were given form, they fashioned into a slighted wince. Being summoned was never a pleasant experience. It was the disorientation, really. Thoughts jumbled in a hazed confusion, perception reduced to an unreliable fuzz, limbs limited to lethargic swaying.
Ugh… how vexing.
Opening my...
Hello, all.
Since I don't have the motivation or diligence to write on my own, I'm searching for people to hold me accountable. I'm sure some of you can relate.
The Emerlyian Forest is a woodland so great in size that its area rivals that of entire kingdoms. It’s sheer size could be attributed to one entity—the Forest Nexus. At the heart of the forest is a coalescence of primordial magic known as a nexus. It is only due to to the Forest Nexus that this...
Fatigue began to take its toll on Asher as he limped through the undergrowth, the thorns picking and tearing at his skin and hair. Half-dead, the Nahd could only grimace as the parasites in his stomach writhe, demanding sustenance. He didn't just look like a dead man walking, but he smelled like...
"Get up. You're needed on the battlefront."
Asher snorted at the unreasonable demand, pointing at his sprained ankle, "You can't be serious; I can barely stand, and you want me to fight?"
His retort was met with a swift smack to his left temple, "Do not make me repeat myself, Nahd." The...
You still interested in doing Deserters? The plot seems enticing enough, and I'm willing to try working some romance in there if possible. I prefer playing the male role, but I'm fine either way.