I guess my problem is that I can't write realistic conversations, even in a fantasy setting.


King of the DamnedKing of the DamnedKing of the Damned
Dead men tell no tales.
In life I was a king among men; spoilt, rich, infallible. In death I sought to be the same. My sire saw me as a mere boy, but promising in his near nobility, despite his family being tied to working class grounds and growing into one of the most prestigious families in America. I sometimes try and think of my family again, the echoes of life returning like the sunshine in summer, and I think of the disdain I held for my mother- weak, easily conquered both physically and mentally- and the admiration I held for my father. He was a man's man. Powerful. Rich. Self-ma


The November Theses: My RantThe November Theses Or: Tom Brierley's Well Written Rants Regarding RealityThe November Theses: My Rant
LOVE
Love. A word tossed around a lot- always has been, really. I love you. For the love of God! I love meatball paninis. As I've matured, I've realised how frivolously I've come to use the term, with an almost reckless abandon- which once had great meaning when I was young has become so, well, abused.
I've claimed to have 'loved' a few people in my time. I could safely say, in all probability, that I love my friends and family. But surely, that's just something programmed in, right? I've been
| I'm just a seventeen year old nerd who loves to write fantasy and sci-fi, really. I'm a big fan of surrealist art and fantasy landscapes, too. I draw my main inspirations from characters I think up for D&D, the family and friends that surround me every day and whatever happens to pop into my head when I'm on the bus. Most of the stuff I do is freeform ramblings done on a whim, but sometimes I draw (read: nick) ideas from friends and try to make something of them for hilarity. |
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Check it out, they are amazing.
I know a club *cough*
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Four of you by my count: the wicked witch from le*bo's island, the last candy-pants of a blown-up planet, a shape changer who's nutter then a fruitcake and you, master of the giant green eggbeater: Batman to Hal Jordan- B.A.S.
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