Tropetastic fantasy oneshot originally written for a contest.
Two short romance scenes written as an exercise. First one is 3rd person, second one is the same scene in 1st person from Drake's POV.
Autobiographical narrative nonfiction written as an exercise.
Wolf fight written as an exercise.
Just a collection of short stories I've written here and there.
1. A little story about the last mustard's jar in a world where no one remembers how to make it.
2. A short story about a forsaken Cyborg that fought in a long war.
This rough draft is complete and will stay up until the end of August!
Cover image art created for this book by this incredible artist -- https://www.deviantart.com/rusembell
I want to publish this as a series, so if you have feedback, good or critical, please share with me <3
My submission for a short story contest here on RoyalRoadl about the New Year. I only posted this now to make up for my other book being on hiatus.
A story about hate and love, truth and lies, falling and redemption, memories and redemption. This is a story of an accused boy on his way back to his previous path of life along with a certain girl that would help him through the way.
Time Travel has no consequences. People can go into the past and do whatever they want, and they will always go back to their own time, with nothing having changed. Sarah has decided to take this as the chance to say something to her father she never has before.
War rages between the Cyros Federation and the Heilang Empire, the city of Malevenus sits on the brink of collapse. Tired and alone, Romulus searches the battlefield to find his friend, while shadows of his past seek to strike him down.
Ok. This is not a story, but more of a poem. It rhymes and has skme depressing thoughts. If you can’t handle that kind of stuff, don’t read. But this poem kind of has hole at the end?
This isnt a series.
And the name is Traitorous Friends, the chapter title is something needed, so I just added it.
And I have a lot of Alias’ for different things. My poem Alias is King. So this IS in fact MY poem.
This is the story of Rolerian Von Markishi, the last magician. I had the challenge of writing a novel within 1000 and 1000 words and this is the result. Hope you like it. No synopsis because it doesn't need it, it's better to read and feel it.
This is just a poem that I wrote a few years ago, in the early hours of the morning.
A utopia endangered. A follow-up to I Believe I Can Fly, a new group finds themselves stranded in a new world straight into the fire. In the small festive town of Saragarhi, they are surrounded and stranded. The group must identify the enemies and hold out long enough for help to arrive, it is their best chance to survive.
A short story I made purely because a friend of mine wants to steal my characters and make shitty stories before I release the first full book
Cathryn Infortunatus is a secretary at Golden World Business Center. She was promoted to work under her friend, Angel, whom she had loved since the days they worked as receptionists together. This is a oneshot, so read the rest to know the rest of the story. (It's not yuri, dont worry)
A one-shot of an edited draft from December 2015 that supposedly start something but didn't go anywhere due to personal reasons. Thought I post this here as a short story to start off and see how far I go since then.
A country in disarray nationwide. Job loss, riots, and crime spread throughout. In the midst of it all, a rather odd family trying to survive in the world. A human, a robot butler, and a horse with nothing else have their backs turned into a corner and with no way out. Or is there?
A story of man who become the most hated and powerful person in the entire world. Leading an army with powerful and advanced technology that make the human race regret to live as their own.
This is a short story. Warning: contains traumatizing content, if this will cause you stress please avoid it.
Two siblings, a boy and girl, have always spent their time in the ocean. They are merfolk, rather than mermaids: they’re tailless. Their time is spent vaguely, and their neighbors are mysterious.
Unlike most oceans, they are in some enclosed environment. Why? They’ll never know.
But things get too much for them. What’ll they decide on?
Mother wanted her baby girl back, whatever it took.