[Writing Prompt] When a wizard dies all his active spells cease to exist, regardless of how long ago he cast them, or how powerful.

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'Don't look at me.' That was all she had said the last time I saw her and she had said it in the same, condescending tone she always used when she was having one of her 'episodes'. I never knew why she would even bother to call them that when we really knew they were just mood swings that she masked as mental disability. That was one of many things ( Read more... )

I am a good person ( Read more... )

"Just leave it, all right ( Read more... )

So, now that I've finally set up my Dropbox that will allow me to upload files and use just the one link so that people can see them slowly progress I'm decided to start my first project! It's entitled Tell Me About Your Day. Why? I have no idea, I just decided that was a good title for the subject matter. What's it about? I'd rather hear some ( Read more... )

This was another piece I wrote for my Creative Writing course but it involves characters I want to write a lot more about. It's a few pages long, but if you have a spare moment I would appreciate you reading it.

( Wolves and Fairytales on LJ )

Now that my Dropbox seems to be working well, I'm going to start creating documents and I thought the first and most appropriate one to create would be a portfolio of all of my work I've posted on LJ. I think I'll need to create a website to properly link all of the documents I'm intending to create, but that's a project for another time ( Read more... )

Follow the link to read a short piece I wrote when I was maybe 15 or 16.

The Assassin

Here is my first attempt at using a 'Dropbox' to try and share a PDF file to test to see if I'll be able to use it for works in progress so that I can link to the work instead of having to constantly copy and paste everything into a journal update ( Read more... )

Daniel had been staring at his feet for the longest time and Alice didn't know what she could say. There were no tears, there were no raised voices but she felt worse now than she had ever done in her entire life. Sitting there with him not saying a word was a kind of torture she had never imagined and the longer it went on the more it chipped away ( Read more... )