And here is the perspective that wrote itself - and I think this may be one of my better ones, although I leave it to you to judge.

Here is the scene from the eyes of Alric, the squad sergeant.

Alric swaggered down the path between the cheering maids and servants, his men on either side of him. These were his lads - and they were good lads, full of ( Read more... )

OK, so, I tried that one again with feedback taken into account. I think it does what I want it to better. Comments?

Alyssa stood next to her husband in the hallway of the mansion, resplendent in her long cream gown. Her arm rested around his waist; his was wrapped tightly about her. She took comfort from that arm, from the feeling of sameness, of ( Read more... )

OK, so this is *very* NSFW, fucked up somewhat, and written through numerous distractions, but I am interested to see how it came out - do please leave feedback, even if it is "you're trying too hard". I am still unsure if it was better ended before the explicit bit, but I did that with the other version and I thought I'd experiment.

The idea is ( Read more... )

So, people seem to have set the 6-word story competition.

True to form, I've turned straight to sexual references: (probably NSFW just in case)

"She bit her lip, and endured"

"She waited. Are you in yet?"

And the gay-porn reference "he winced, and spread himself further"

"she cleaned herself for the next" is, I think, less good.

At least I started a fun ( Read more... )

Edward tried not to struggle as they tied his arms to the post, wrenched high above his head. He opened his mouth compliantly as the man beside him slipped a tough leather pad between his teeth, and bit down gratefully.

“Private Hanfling, that was the second time you’ve been caught being careless with damp powder under my command. I won’t ( Read more... )

Little bit of a cop-out, but this is my response to Simon's challenge of "walruses, wigs and warships"

Edward stood in front of the dock and watched the nobleman and his crew approach. A good forty rough, dangerous men, pistols and cutlasses hanging at belts.

The man who led them was the very picture of what Edward now hated - fat, oiled, ( Read more... )

This was it. The first charge, the first time at the enemy - the first action. The Gnollish raiders had been tracked down, were holed up down below behind a pile of scree and loose rock.

Edward should, he knew, have been elated. Should have been fired up with the Smith’s anger, ready to go forth and die for his community - but he wasn’t. No, ( Read more... )

This is another piece from Edward's history, attempting (after challenge from Sal) to include, in some regard, rope, violence and cheerleaders.

The revolutionary soldiers advanced at an arrogant saunter down the wide path that lead through the finely kept gardens of the country manor. Birds flew from the trees as they advanced, muskets held loosely ( Read more... )

OK, so this is the "first love" story for Edward, attached to a follow-on to the last thing I wrote. It is probably a bit more informative as to his characterisation and background than I'd like, but not horribly so. Enjoy!

A roar erupted from the Freiboden musket line. Smoke clogged the air, hot lead and death span into the charging Mill-en-ese ( Read more... )

OK, just a bit of fiction from the Revolution, and Edward's past. Not formative at all, just felt like writing it.

Edward crept through the dense brush, low to the ground and tense with awareness. He was not silent, for the forest at night is not silent - he was a noise of the forest, a creak of trees and a rustle of leaves, nothing to stand out ( Read more... )