Author's note. I play in a live action medieval recreation game. We fence, and fight with heavy steel. This was written to help people learn to marshal. ************************************************* Some thoughts on Marshaling It’s easy to recognize a great Marshal, why is it so hard to imitate one.. Like other sports, our rules are constantly c...
The rooms are dim with evening light, cold wraps the world outside the man tall windows.I opened the curtains earlier and now look towards the passing cars, the figures moving on the road. The glass of the window feels cool against my burning skin; I see the outlines of my curves mirrored half in light half in shadow. Fingers caress the lines you would tr...
I knew I looked good. My days in the gym had paid off. A healthy tone to my skin, along with a new hairstyle, gave me more confidence than I ever had before. Finally, I was pleased when I looked in a mirror. Taking my book and towel, I headed for the backyard. The shade would feel great after the heat of the day. Alone for the afternoon, maybe I could even...
As an author, I have a newfound respect for other authors. I seem to now dissect and evaluate novels on two very different levels. On one level, I view it as a form of entertainment, determining if the story is amusing and interesting. I try to understand the characters and truly see which character I relate to the most. As an author, I am analyzing the plot...
Brentwood Country Club Members Outing (One month later) Jack sat in front of his locker at the club, reveling in the atmosphere and "feel" of the room. All around, fellow members were laughing and telling jokes at each other's expense, generally having a grand old time! He slipped his right foot into his favorite golf shoes, and suddenly paused as he felt s...
"Damn, I did it again," I chided myself as I pulled a fast and probably illegal u-turn. I had forgotten the report I needed for the department meeting today in a folder on my bed. Starting a new job in a new city, I couldn't look incompetent in my first week. I was in the middle of divorcing my wife because, after five years of trying, we found that we were...
{Hey there! This is Haybre and welcome to my first story on CHYOA. While I’ve toyed with and written a couple of various short stories in the past, this is the first one I’ve decided to invest some real time and energy into. With that, feedback would be so amazing and I would love to hear what you all think about it. Hope you enjoy} __ The mattress sunk into...
She was a real Hottie! The little fedora hat nestled on her auburn hair perfectly completed the look of her pinstriped suit. Her jacket gapped open just enough that it was obvious that it was the only thing covering her breasts...and what breasts they were! Perfect is the only word that comes close to describing them. And that ass! If perfect describes the b...
For some unknown reason, new writers avoid concise writing practices. Paragraphs become wordy, long drawn out sequences of adjectives, adverbs, and clichés as the aspiring author attempts to impress readers with their skill in literary arts. I am terribly guilty of this, even now, after twenty years in writing... but that's what rewrites are for. The dile...
World war 3 in 2035 leaves the world devastated. The economies have collapsed and civilization as we knew it has ended. Technology is pushed back several years and the surviving population lives in poverty, hunger, struggle and the worst of all, lack of recreation. The new American Empire announce a new tournament, an endless tournament where people will fig...