You are standing in the great city of King's Landing on the continent of Westeros. King Robert Baratheon has reigned as ruler of the 7 kingdoms for 5 years now. There is slight unrest at his poor performance as king, but for the most part it is peaceful in the realm. Lots has been happening though, as more and more citizens find themselves being "change...
In an opulent room in the keep of Winterholt, the crown jewel of the northern kingdom, stands a girl in front of a large mirror. That girl is you, heir to the thrown, princess to the people and daughter of King Roderick II In the mirror is a vision of a young girl dressed in all the trappings of wealth and swaddled in the height of the regions fashion trends...
Firstly, who are you? -- PLEASE READ; This is still a WIP, but I would love to hear peoples thoughts on this story. Any suggestions, thoughts or criticisms would be much appreciated - leave them on here or email me at [email protected] What's next? Jon Snow, the Bastard of Winterfell Jaime Lannister, the King Slayer Tyrion Lannister, the Imp Daenerys...
Pferdeschnauben. Gelächter. Hufe, die auf den Boden schlagen. Das metallische Klappern von Rüstung. Vogelgezwitscher. In der Ferne rauscht ein Bach. Eine raue Männerstimme, darauf erneutes Gelächter. Irgendwann hören die Vögel auf zu singen. Die Männerstimmen lachen weiter. Pferdeschnauben. Dann ist es ruhig. Mächtige Fußstapfen, dann das Geräusch eines Gürt...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Jennifer Lawrence or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Jennifer Lawrence was ready for her Black Mistress. Well, as ready as she would ever be. Her large collection of sex toys was laid out on the table she had drag next to the be...
1 Many of us balk at the idea of storytelling being something of a clinically constructed device, but everybody has their own methods; ways of writing that work best for them. Long before I studied media I was a ball of chaotic creative energy with little conscious method beyond the dialogue and the description. I can look back and both cringe and revel...
You look out from the window from your chambers in the Red Keep. Black smoke rises above the rooftops filling the air with the smell of ash and soot. You cringed at the scent. You always hated it. You couldn't tell if it was from the burning debris or the corpses. Perhaps, it was both. You could hardly believe all of this is happening. Deep down you had hope...
Copyright Oggbashan January 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* Editor’s Note...
Danny sat on his bed in silence, staring at the bronze gauntlet wrapped around his arm. He couldn't help but find it strange that something that looked like a gaudy piece of video game armor was actually the most powerful artifact in the universe, maybe even multiverse. The ability to alter and control anything and everything with nothing but a thought. True...
This is mostly catharsis for me, if you're looking for something a little different and honest and mostly a fantasy of all the stuff I want a partner to know. ----------- The headboard creaked. I tried to stop it by pulling on it with my hands, with the pleasant side effect of allowing me to pull up on my hips with my abdominal muscles. I clenched my vagin...