A Writers Tale

Day 12 Take the first line of your favorite novel. Remove and replace the nouns and verbs, and write a story that begins with your new line. Delete the first line. "The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had bought. " The alchemist traced his fingers over a book that someone in the caravan had hidden under the supplies. How foolish of that young traveller, the alchemist thought; to hide such valuable books in obscure places and assume nobody would find them... Or did the alchemist have it wrong? Maybe this is exactly what was meant to happen... The soul of the universe communicates in such ineffable ways, and the alchemist was more than aware of the nature of existence. The leather bound cover was in amazing condition, the gold laced over the cover conveyed an intricate pattern and symbols completely unbeknownst to the alchemist… A feeling of familiarity washed over him as he traced the cover, he recognised these symbols but he couldn't re...

Ae lla's Story It was August 23rd, exactly 6 months since that day. Two of the longest and darkest seasons of Aella's life had gone by in the blink of an eye, life had not become any easier for Aella. The memories of that horrible night were fresh in her mind, playing over and over in a hell-ish loop. She was pushed to relive those moments every night as she lay in her bed trying to get some sleep, but inevitably her attempts were futile, what she had witnessed was not something anyone could easily wipe from their mind, only a psychopath would take solace in that imagery. The flash images of the splattered blood trail on the beige carpet of their old tudour-style living room back in Trentwood, she recalled her steps through the house with perfect clarity, following that trail through the living room, through the dining room, leading right to the bathroom door... She remembered how she felt in those moments leading up to that door... Her heart racing, her breath shaking, her ...

A Hopeless Romantics Attempt at Fanfic - Adventure to Atlantis Many of you reading this will be very familiar with the story of the little mermaid... But there's a lot the story tellers did not make known... Ariel was not just a pretty little defenseless mermaid, she was actually a siren. Now, we all know the stories of sirens and sailors, the sirens would use their vocal power to captivate men lost at sea, only to seduce them and drag them into the deepest darkest trenches, void of light and warmth. Later, releasing their clutches on those poor unfortunate lost souls, just to see them struggle their way back to shore, that is if they'd be able to withstand the journey. Now, now. Don't be so quick to judge Ariel, she did not understand the darkness of her underwater sisters, she didn't wish to hurt the poor sailors.... Ariel was a very naive little mermaid, who was infallibly in love with the idea of falling in love... This sweet little siren wanted so much to shar...

Naivety at its finest - One whiskey after the other... And another... Lilith woke that morning feeling a little more than tender... A product of overexertion from the night before. Her and her newly acquainted potential partner had established a beautiful level of rapport! They were up in the night singing and dancing joyously, captured by the moment, imitating the actors projected on the screen of the TV monitor. They laughed and exchanged flirtatious glances frequently... Many glasses of whiskey were drank... One shot then another... Then one thing led to another... As such, Lilith did not wake at her house that morning. No no, surprise surprise! She awoke in his house... And of course in his bed.. Fell on his phallace yet again... This was the second time she had embodie d the role of naivety when it came to her interactions with this gentleman. She was a fool, but at the very least, she enjoyed being swayed by him. She felt mildly shameful, but chose not to regret her action...