It started when he was three, with a trike as a symbolic present ( Read more... )

This is an idea for a "Dieselpunk de Americana" type story. Basically in the early automotive revolution of the industrial world (basically since the first car ran) many people competed to make various forms of energy to move cars on. Steam, Electricity, Petrogasoline, and Biodiesel were some of the more successful methods used. In our world, we ( Read more... )

He saw him come running in, stopping just short of the coffee table. The small boy's bottom lip quivered, his eyes glistened as he tried to mask his overwhelmed emotions. Although bursting at the seems with the urgency of his message, he waited to be acknowledged and given permission to speak. It was simply the way he was raised, and did not know ( Read more... )

She was beautiful, in that Audrey Hepburn kind of way. Her long silky raven hair falling to her waist. She wore the height of fashion in the most casual manner. A twenty-some born to money, bathed in riches, and spoiled for so long that she knew no other way for a person to live-- and yet, there was that longing for the simple, the detached, the " ( Read more... )

Anomalous Beat is very much out of my comfort zone for writing. We'll see how this works out. Also, you need to be imagining this done as ANIME and not Live-Action. Otherwise it'll be totally weird. ... Weirder. ... It just won't work ( Read more... )

(This will probably end up in Crossroads ( Read more... )

So I'm trying to break the atrophy of my writing, b y starting to write out little sketches.
Just like how artists (I presume) are always doodling, sketching up ideas, etc
even when they aren't making a solid piece of art, I plan to do the same with my writing.
These will mostly be incomplete one-shots, though you can use the Nexus for a bit
of fun and ( Read more... )

Mermaids forsaken, Shadow duel, history repeated, a river unfit to drink, and a quest for the ocean.

*PLACE HOLDER, COMING SOON!*

**INCOMPLETE**

"There are always those that want to know why Tinkerbell stuck it all out when she spent most of her time having fits. She was, quite simply, like any other pixie. Though, I suppose that means nothing to you. It seems as if their tiny size meant they only had room for one emotion at a time. And like any other pixie, she was not ( Read more... )

"The meadow stretched on for days. Tinkerbell told us we should follow the Pride and that is what we did. Food got scarce and many of the Boys started to worry. We couldn't even hunt the Pride for food, because as we discovered, they were made of earth and minerals, not flesh and blood. But there was a mountain peak showing itself just over the ( Read more... )