Vark stepped into the light, dragging his bulky frame down until he was level with her.

The man had a mass of greasy black hair, mismatched eyes and a lantern jaw.  His skin was a chaos of slimy grey and leathery brown under the dim lantern light.  A network of scars criss-crossed his body, concealing thousands of tiny stitches.

"You're an orc," she ( Read more... )

Attention Colleagues,

I have just been to see Potter in the infirmary.  He claims to have overhead Professors Flitwick and McGonagall discussing the recent spate of bloody murders in the village and how they could possibly have been related to some detail of his parent's murders.  Thus, last night he was motivated to packed up his invisibility cloak ( Read more... )

If there's something to be said about my rampant nocturnalism, it is this: I love the dichotomy.  Though sleepy, I'm awake.  While the rest of the world dreams, I'm daydreaming, only its night.  I'm brimming with creativity, but I lack the mental discipline to shape it into words.  I can't always pour it out the way I want it to stick to the paper ( Read more... )

Brendan says:

changed my mind.   I’m going to do a bit more writing instead of driving. I don't need to bend cars to my will, when I can BEND THEM WITH MY FISTS!

Alx says:

:O

Alx says:

DONT DO IT

Alx says:

CARS ARE HARDER THAN YOUR FISTS

Brendan says:

its ok, they have a lousy defense rating, I checked >.>

Alx says:

i got a new belt

Alx says:

that had sockets ( Read more... )

This piece introduces some key plot points for my next novel.  The synopis is as follows - the world is recovering from the events of Projekt Magnum.  Humanity has settled into the status of a second-rate fantasy civilisation.  In the dark of the cosmos, evil is watching, and waiting.  With the Pela's Ban no longer in effect, several of the most ( Read more... )

The warden was a man of strange compassion.  Years working this obscure detail had invested in him a preternatural sense of guilt and innocence - a gift which apparently could not have simply been gifted to the judge, whose job it was to know such things.

The man before him, his chin supported by the none-too-tender leather riding crop pushing up ( Read more... )

Whether I pass or fail...

Whether you dream or wake...

Whether we stay or go...

Melting chocolate bars in milk will always work out, every time.

I've completed the story and fixed the links. You can see it now, at:

http://endlessbouncing.livejournal.com/174543.html

IN THE FAR FLUNG FUTURE, THERE IS ONLY CAPTAIN NIKOLAS AND HIS LOYAL HENCHBUDDY KEEBLE, STRANDED IN SPACE, DESPERATELY SEARCHING FOR A NEW PLANET EARTH

But who is this mysterious hero with a mysterious past?

How did he get his spaceship?

Is he alone in the universe?

Find out all this and more in

NIKOLAS CLAUS, SPACE EXPLORER!Chapter One Read more... )

Santa Claus was grateful for a few things ( Read more... )