Demented

My response:

Years before that fateful night two men decided to kidnap a young lynxian boy, there was a story that was only known to the seediest criminal underworlds in various nations. A story of a being with a featureless white face and an equally white suit, who came in the cover of night to reign sudden and violent death on their sturdiest and most fortified strongholds. The being did not speak, did not make a sound, and wielded a silver rapier that seemed to be able to deal dismembering blows to any un

Young Count Raudh of the Kingdom of Snade felt livid. Even marathon running passed wild galloping horses as he tore across Silbel towards the Bertolde Estate didn’t simmer his anger much. If one were to look at the fields he was sprinting through, one would think some sort of angry little red haired creature was hunting the spooked equines if it weren’t for the fact he sped passed their frantic galloping and kept going with his eyes glued in the direction of the Bertolde Estate. His darkly tanne

That is one gorgeously worded writing prompt if I've seen one.

Lord Baldric let his Lynxian settle down and helped clean him off after the rather frightful and unsettling illusion of Babica Preja had spooked the boy so thoroughly. Some of that alarm, which Baldric noted with some amusement, was also flavored with awe at how Baldric could stand in front of such a being without showing an ounce of fear. While he had helped the lad settle his nerves, Kotik had even voiced the question as to how he could be so fearless. Baldric beamed and ruffled the ca

Due to it being an Estate Holiday, the adorably coined Addis Be Gone day by the righteously indignant Baby Baldric, the halls of Kotik’s owner’s expansive abode was not as active as it usually was. There was something of a skeleton crew that elected to keep working to allow for the needs of The Duke and his son to be met should they have anything that needed to be acquired, but otherwise any non essential work was put off until next day. Baldric had elected to spend a lazy morning in one of

If, at any point, a particularly southern church going woman says the following; "Well, Bless your heart!" "Why just Bless your little heart!" She is, in fact, almost certainly calling you a dumbass. She's calling you a dumbass in the churchiest way possible. Southern church women are a lot like the Sweet Tea they make; They lace the otherwise bitter tasting words with so much sugar that unless you are desensitized to the diabetic brew you're liable to not even notice the veiled insults.

"And by George we could do them in this very shower!" "Golly Gee Willikers!"

I take that as a huge compliment, I'm a big fan of Kandric Saga... Come back with more chapters Kyle!

Bruce Wayne: *hears Bathroom door open while he is showering.* Robin? You better not be coming in here to try kinky shit again, I'm not in the mood. Robin:

Kotik did not want to move a single inch when he had dreamily woken up from sleeping. That had been some of the best restful sleep he had ever had in his life. He refused to even contemplate opening his eyes or devote the energy necessary to figuring out where he was. Wherever it was he was draped in was so snug and warm and soft. It was so luxurious that he hoped in his hyper relaxed state to just slip right back into sleep where he had come from. Yet his mind was slowly revving up its ener

Esteemed guests of Duke Bertolde, ranging from lower nobles from smaller territories to members of Silbel’s Royal Family and visiting royals from other countries found themselves gathered in the central courtyard of the expansive estate. A buzz of interest was in the air after they had received an announcement sometime earlier that the Young Lord Baldric wished to show off a one hundred fold attunement magical item he had crafted. The reason was specifically stated by the estate’s head Butler Sa

“I swear to the gods above Sargis, my boy is going to send me to an early grave with the stress he puts this old man through.” Duke Bertolde sat behind his ornately MageCrafted desk of Onyx and Gold as he cradled a whiskey glass in his hands. The tired and far off stare that was in the bluish white bearded man’s face was extremely telling of just how much stress his son’s Birthday Party was giving him. They had an intruder. An infamous and powerful Warlock by the name of Darzi had infilt

I will have to disagree on the sentiment of disregarding methodology and other authors opinions on how to go about writing. While I certainly understand the spirit of the statement, it does leave out an important thing to remember; Any and all things you learn can be used to enhance the way you tell your story. You may not use everything you've learned from other people on every story, but having that methodology at your disposal could be the very thing to help bust you through the dreaded writers block when it comes knocking. You do not know everything about writing, lord knows I don't with how I use spell check as life support. It is important to be able to admit that to yourself and see what other people might be able to offer you,. Chances are they might just have that nugget of information or that special way they handle problems that could shoot your writing to the next level.

That is precisely how I do things actually. Sometimes, if I'm having a particularly hard time with some dialogue, I'll even get up from my computer and act out the conversation out loud as the characters, letting myself use mannerisms they might employ or postures they might take, changing up the wording and the tone until I find something that feels right. I'll not be winning any awards for my performances, but its enough to get the creative juices flowing at the very least. I also like to make small vignettes outside of my stories for my personal use that I use to explore the personality of a character I haven't quite fleshed out enough yet. This could be stuff like having an interview with the character or having them respond to a situation that would be out of the ordinary to them to feel out how they would react to it. That way, when I'm actually writing the story I can just let the characters do what comes naturally to them instead of prescribing what they do for them artificially. Learning about how improvisation works helps a lot when you try your hand at this kind of writing.

Shahnaz’s mood had made a marked improvement since she had found her young Lord’s present. The Tiefling had been so frazzled and despondent over not being able to find this elusive MageCrafter. Her young Lord had sounded so excited to meet this person, even though the lad had never even laid eyes on whomever this was. The young Lord who had balked and waved off every single eligible candidate to be his present had finally found someone deserving of his attention, and to her dismay she had not be

Deep beneath the foundations of Duke Bertolde’s estate, there is a massive room filled with billowing plumes of steam. Every time the Duke peered into this room, it seemed like almost another plane of existence, separated from the outside world. Standing guard outside of the room were two of his son’s personal Maids. One was a cheerfully Pink hued Tiefling with black horns and a tail with what could only be described as a heart shaped tip at the end. The other was a young human woman with de

I've already started posting on here but I thought I'd introduce myself. I've been writing awhile under various pen names, usually within the realm of fanfiction. I thought I'd finally step out of that comfort zone and try my hand at some original fiction writing, especially after being so inspired by the care and effort put into some of the stories on here. Hope people here enjoy my efforts as much as I've enjoyed theirs so far.

Kotik raced down the cobblestone street, nimbly avoiding the rain puddles that were building up as best as he could. He didn’t want to get any wetter than he already was. Each wayward splash of those puddles seemed to give him a fresh wave of cold that lanced through his entire body. Still despite the pelting rain and the thunder rumbling above him, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat happy about today. His employer, a local Tavern owner in this small mining community, had found out that toda

Welcome to the Kingdom of Silbel, where Butlers and Maids are known and feared as mysterious and powerful magic users in service of nobility and royalty. Follow Kotik, a thirteen year old Lynxian peasant boy as he is thrust into a world he is both terrified of and fascinated with in the same breath. Expect to find Elves, orcs, dwarves and other demi humans in this Victorian styled nation, and learn what lies in store for our cat eared protagonist.

You have no idea how feverishly I have been devouring this staggeringly delightful saga since I stumbled upon it by happenstance. Words cannot express how much I adore everything about this story. I never expected to be so completely enthralled when I started reading it a few days ago. The world building is utterly inspired, I can envision the world of Kandric so completely it excites the nerves in a way few professionally published novels have ever done, much less something I stumbled upon on a website. I can only pray to every god this story has that this story shall receive a long awaited update soon, cause I am on baited breath waiting for the ultimate conclusion to this tale. I can only applaud the imaginative power and care that you have put into this, and I am greatly invested to seeing more of the Red Haired Half Elf in the future. Bravo!