tolstoy247
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Hello, there!

I'm a major fan of supernatural creatures/ fantasy/ mythology, so based on those motifs I will be writing much about them!

I usually like to write about 19th century England or Russia with an accentuation on dystopian attitudes.

I'm also, dare I say, a hopeless romantic. Romance does come into play in most of my stories.

I'm starting out with the first chapter of a new story I came up with.  It's called "To Death", so please check it out!

I will be sure to have more stories soon!!

A little synopsis of my story: It is about a young girl who moves to California and the exciting and portentous adventures she faces when she is kidnapped by five attractive, yet murderous men who harbor mysterious powers and abilities.

Please read and tell me what you think!!

Love you all!

--Tolstoy247

poppythecat21
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Prologue:

The night sky was pitch black, the only light coming from the village lanterns and the tiny pinpricks of light hanging in the sky. Suddenly, the silence of the night was broken by the pounding of footsteps, the sound of a man running for his life.

Come on Karl, he urged himself, keep going! Run faster! Run, run, RUN! The lanterns over the gates appeared in the distance, and he almost cried with relief. He was going to make it, he was going to live. He pushed himself even faster, faster than he ever thought possible.

Suddenly, one shadow stopped being a shadow.

feathermoon1313
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Prologue

It was a fall night and the trees were losing their leaves making them look dead. The moon was full high in the sky and the wolf howled at it. The grass was already turning brown and every time you stepped on it, it made a crunch. It was late November in the country of Estro. This country was in a time of unrest, anything could happen and no one would know. A woman named Astra was running through the woods with a baby in her arms.  He was the son of the King’s brother. His name was Akon. He was only one week old. The king was a bastard; he was cruel to his own family and worse to his kingdom.  His name was King Sinstrol.

                The king had no heir and he was not able to have a son. Akron was the next in line for the thrown and if he was found he would be killed. Astra ran for dear life knowing that the soldiers were right behind her. She ran through the woods and she could feel the moon on her face and the little heart of Akon beating against her chest. Her back was throbbing because when she left the castle they spotted her leaving and shot at her and one pierced her in the back. She began to feel that she would not be able to make it and that the soldiers would be able to catch them.  

                Astra was the king’s sister in law. Her husband has already been killed for sneaking them out of the castle. Now it was up to her to get her son somewhere safe. She was headed for a little village that she had watched from the castle there were only two houses that she could see over the trees. One was the bakers and the other the blacksmith. She could see the village up ahead with the smoke coming up from the chimneys. She ran to the house of the blacksmith and knocked. A little boy answered it.

                “May I speak to your parents please?”  The little boy nodded and went back into the house. A few seconds later a man came to the door.  The man was in his mid forties with black hair and he started to have gray hairs come in. He was tall but had a little weight on him. He was wearing pants and a baggie shirt that was stained with ash. “May I help you?” he said. “Yes I am in a hurry and I ask that you please take care of my son. I have been watching your home from the castle because I was afraid that if it would come to the king killing my son and I had to leave him I wanted a nice loving family. His name is Akon and he was born only a week ago. Please, can you take him in and raise him as your own? His father has been killed and now they are after me. We have done nothing wrong but had a child. Please, my name is Astra the king’s daughter-in-law. This boy is the next heir to the thrown and he is going to be hunted for the rest of his life but please raise him and keep this night a secret to him.”

The man looked at her and then the child for a few minutes. “If what you say is true then I will be happy to raise the future king. I will raise him as my own and he will grow up like any other boy, away from the pressures of the life he may one day live.”

“Thank you sir, but I am afraid that raising this boy will one day bring you pain. I am also asking that if anyone comes looking for him that you send him away from all of this. I don’t want him to grow up knowing about his uncle and who his family is. I ask that you not tell him anything because one day he will find out on his own about the past. If you have to tell him anything tell him his parents loved him so much and that we hope he will make us proud.”

“I will miss you my son, take care of yourself.”  She whispered and handed Akon to the man and kissed the man and her son. She looked at the man and then her son smiled and turned around and ran.

When she ran the man looked at the woman running into the woods and noticed that she was hurt. He called out to her but she had already vanished into the night. He looked at the boy and said in a loving father voice, “Come and meet your family little one,” and he walked inside the house.

theothermirror
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Next is a story I wrote for my school's writing contest. I love it. It's not excactly fanfiction, but it's based off a character that already exists. Please don't hate me. The story is called Morality.
 

The last piece I want to post is a little blurb I wrote randomly during english class one day. I'm not exactly sure what it's about and I don't know where I'm going with it, but I really like it. Maybe you can give me some ideas.

 

 
Thanks much!

 

amles80
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I started a new project a couple of years ago, but I never got very far with it. I wrote a few episodes/chapters (and I’ve lost one!!) and tried to plan the whole thing, but… I put the whole thing on ice, and turned to other projects, because I couldn’t figure out the details. I’m still thinking about it sometimes, though.
 

It’s a fantasy story. My problem is that I don’t have much of a plot, or "a bad guy"; in other words, not much action. But the vague contours of the story are something like this: