Out Of The City And Into The Stories

I have always been intrigued by the tales of faeries, so I've been planning/working on a series of shorts that may  not  bear the same storyline, though that still remains uncertain. The series will be called Lost Tales Of The Forest , and it will be on my WIP list soon. Current stories under work are A Feast Under Hollow Hill and A  Dance With The Devil.

  The Ides of March, 44 BC The city was in chaos. The hero who had led the Republic into a greater era was assassinated. The man among the men themselves, who understood who the common people were and what the common people wanted, was now lying on the floor of the Theater of Pompey, blood pooling around his lifeless body as half of the Senate fled the meeting, the other half staring at him with knives in their hands, dripping dark red liquids. The ones who are now angry and yelling and screaming in the streets are livid at the men who hold their knives. But inside the protection of the building, the men are happy and satisfied. They know naught of what the people outside think. They have rid the possibility of a ruthless monarchy to their homeland. They have freed the people from the clutches of a dictatorship, and they call themselves the Liberators. Camilla slipped silently behind her companion, under the cover of the dark night. It had been exactly ...

Why the hell are there no updates?! It's already been a whole frickin' week already! I'm sure that devoted supporters of this blog have a lot of questions, and I'm here to answer them. 1. Why didn't you update this week? I had a lot of tests this week, plus, I also have to practice archery, which takes up nearly the whole of my Wednesday (after school hours, of course). 2.   When will you update next (Drabbles)? I don't know when exactly, but I am certain that it will not be today, nor will it be tomorrow. However, there is a chance I can get the next story out by Sunday. 3. Rift has been put on hold for quite a while, when will the next part come out? Will it be the next update? I have already finished the next part of Rift (it will be called Camilla if you haven't been to the story's page before). All I have to do is update it, which I will do later tonight. Also, I've already started working on the chapter after that, but it's coming a bit sl...

I can't find my flash drive anywhere and it's killing me! I was going to take it out but then it wasn't in my pencil case! Imma try and find it now. I'll update later. Search update: It's not on my desk or in my bag. I think I left it in the computer classroom. I'm freaking out on the inside, since everything I have is now there, including all my stories (yes, this is how severe it is) Update #2: Thank the gods I found the USB!! I jist went to the computer room and got it back.

In the bustle of the city called Colophon, there lived a common-born girl with common-born parents from a common family. She didn’t wield the powers of a demigoddess, she didn’t bear the privileges of a princess, and she definitely didn’t have the heart of a handsome hero. What she did have though, was a talent for weaving that could rival with Athena herself. The girl didn’t let it go to waste; day in and day out she wove, from simple dull-colored chitons to magnificent tapestries that glimmered with the sparks of life. With her gifts she brought joy to herself and for her townsfolk. Arachne walked through the streets, a pile of blankets towering upwards in her arms. At every home she passed, she made sure to leave one of her blankets at their door. Arachne did this once every year, since she had extra cloth to spare while some of her fellow people didn’t. The blankets were made from leftover cloth, but Arachne had tried her best to stitch them up together so that it would look at lea...

Just yesterday, I had my first archery lesson! It was totally awesome, and even though I had the poorest aim ever, it was fun. Here's something I want to say as a person who had just started using a real bow in real life to all those who haven't learned it before: 1. Nocking an arrow takes up time when you do it the first time. It is a bit time consuming for the first couple times. 2. Aiming is hard. It takes a lot of practice before you become Legolas and can shoot multiple arrows while sliding down a staircase killing orcs on a shield. Also, I've just finished Weave Me A Dream this afternoon, so I'll probably update it later. (I'm kind of procrastinating now, tbh.) P. S. My left arm still hurts from holding the bow, but I don't know whyyyyyy

Echo touches her throat, her fingers gently skimming over the skin. It burns so much, after all of the yelling and screaming. All of the yelling and screaming that was silent, no matter how hard she tried. The yelling and screaming that pierced her own heart into countless, shattered pieces. All that the nymph did was to keep her friend’s secret. Yet, why? Why did the queen of the gods curse her, instead of them ? Now she can only repeat the words of others, and she peeks at the gorgeous man that had captured her heart from behind a tree, wondering if she has any way of communicating with him, much less a way of letting him know of her existence. ~ Nemesis crouches in the shadows, her feathers ruffling impatiently. This Narcissus, this beast that called himself a man, this monster that dared call himself a gorgeous man. The goddess of revenge let a black wisp slip from the crevices of her clenched fists, and it twirls through the air, ribbon-like, graceful before it disappears in...