|My first Daily Deviation. |
My thanks to everyone who read the story, and to those who said they enjoyed it, I'm glad to hear it. This was a fun piece to do.
|The October Contest Winner. |
This is one of the works I've enjoyed making just as much as, if not more than, many of my role-playing campaigns. Alex Stryker, the character in this story, he's been in a lot of other projects and games that I've been involved in.
Handling Digimon, wielding powers for shaping matter, and now as a werewolf.
NaNoWriMo 2014 - Day 18 - 30 (+3)NaNoWriMo 2014 - Day 18 - 30 (+3) by SilverWerewolf09
The questioning stopped once Apren agreed to what Gilder proposed; although he felt urged to ask her where she'd gone, how few of the buildings were open past nightfall gave him a few ideas. The tavern was obvious, and the marketplace square wasn't officially closed after nightfall, so some late-operating vendors and traders could've given her an ear for a long while.
When his essentials were gathered, he left her to rest in the room and made his way to the inn's commons. The scents of breakfast servings barely distracted him as he went outside, intent on checking on his goods and horses before anything else.
- Chapter 4 -
- Apren -
Not long after Gilder left her alone in the room, Apren felt the apprehension from the night before seep back into her thoughts. The Mage Halls were hundreds of miles from Eschalon. How long ago had the theft taken place if word was reaching this far north? If it had already reached the hands of highwaymen, it couldn't have been long.
The Mages were experim
NaNoWriMo 2014 - Day 11-17NaNoWriMo 2014 - Day 11-17 by SilverWerewolf09
- Chapter 3 -
- Ben -
Ben was nearing Elliot’s farm when he began fantasizing about marching towards a skirmish outside of town. Despite the sword at his side, he didn’t draw it when he imagined ranks of enemy soldiers coming his way. Instead, he held an imagined shield in front of him, his gaze glancing around, watchful for arrows or an ambush.
It was the kind of situation, however fantasized, that made his idea of paper armor seem like a flight of fancy. More so when he began imagining what an arrow in the right place would do to such armor.
I could add some leather backing to the paper scales…or do I even need to?
He stayed lost in thought until he heard his name being called, then looked up. Elliot was readying to meet him on the road. “How’s my sword?”
“Fixed and cleaned, like new.”
“You looked like you were about to practice with it on the way.” Elliot said as he examined the blade.
Ben shook his head. “Wouldn
|Many of my deviations are based on werewolves or forum/pen-and-paper role-playing games.|
Rehab for Roleplayers - Part 6Welcome to Rehab for Roleplayers, a series of articles aimed at helping roleplayers more successfully make the transition into writing fiction.Rehab for Roleplayers - Part 6 by salshep
Part 6 "Where's Ruth?" Tom Cried, Ruthlessly
Throughout the rest of this series I've explored various 'roleplay-isms' which are fine in the RP environment but don't automatically translate well into fiction. This article deals specifically with 'attributions', which are the 'he said' / 'she said' part of dialogue.
It's a generally accepted practise in fiction writing to keep attributions in dialogue simple and to not overdo it with synonyms for the word 'said', like 'shouted', 'whined' and 'snarled'. This includes, for the purposes of this article, the addition of adverbs and other modifiers (words and phrases which 'flavour' a noun or verb) to 'said' - like 'he said wistfully', 'she said with a bitter tone'.
Among editors, the overuse of modifiers in attribution is known as "S.S." or "Synonym Syndrome" and is the cause of
I came across this site while browsing for werewolf art years ago. Since then, I believe I've found a better calling in writing fiction, fan-based or otherwise.|
I've recently graduated from The University of Houston with a Bachelor's in Business Management, and am working towards publishing my first novel, Werewolf Tale. Looking forward to that moment when I can hold my work in my hands as a finished product.
Otherwise, I'm usually gaming on my seems-to-be-dying XBOX 360 and editing for GatherYourParty.com. Good times.
George brightened at the knock at the door. It was "Shave and a Haircut," the same knock he always gave. He still looked through the peephole but knew all along who it was.
"Trevor!" he exclaimed once the door was unchained.
Green eyes glinted in the dark, and strong arms balanced a bouquet of daffodils and a plate wrapped in plastic.
"I'd hug you, but then you'd be wearing these," Trevor explained. He entered and set everything down on the dining room table. "OK, now," he suggested, arms outstretched.
George embraced his son, but with lips pursed. Trevor took care not to hurt him.
"You know," George said, "it's a shame to wear such a nice suit with all that scruff on your face."
"It's fur, Dad," Trevor retorted.
The kitchen door opened, and a tall, thin woman of about forty approached with a bowl of potato salad.
"Tessie!" Trevor yelped, and ran across the room to nuzzle her before she could put the bowl down. She giggled, sounding significantly younger.
"Help with anything?" Trevor i
Low Tide"Hey," Heather called out from the back door. "I thought of something."
"What's that?" Frank asked absent-mindedly as he blended blue and red to make ocean water.
"We haven't been swimming since last summer."
"Oh, you're right," Frank said, surprised. "We should practice before we go to Florida."
"Two steps ahead of you! Put your trunks on."
"But it's dark out, and we're miles from the lake," Frank sputtered.
"Just trust me," Heather teased. "I'll go change, too. Race you!"
With his best skeptical smile, Frank put down his pencils and headed for the bedroom. Heather already was in the closet to get her swimsuit. Frank went to the dresser and dug around for his trunks. He finally found them, and with a shrug, undressed to put them on.
To his dismay, they barely stayed up. He tugged at the drawstring, but willpower was still all that kept them from sagging. "Heather?" he whimpered.
His wife emerged from the closet with the same predicament; both bikini top and bottom were too loose for c
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