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Dyrnwyn
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K’ril grinned. Volunteered? Very unlikely. The Arch Priest turned his attention to the chained demon and continued.

“Of fire wert thou born, of fire art thou made, and fire thou shalt become!”

With a mighty roar, the Arch Priest, who was one of the few demon magicians, produced a giant fireball and hurled it at the condemned demon. It screamed as its flesh burned, and the mass of demons joined the scream as they held their shining weapons high.

The demon was by nature quite resistant to fire, but it was a Sun-ritual and the spell had to be of fire. This was, thought K’ril, a rather nice personification (or rather, demonification) of the saying ‘fight fire with fire’. The spell was rather strong, too, and it took only a few brief moments for the flames to consume the flesh of the demon. As his ashes were scattered by the wind, the other demons turned their backs and went to eat. // Wordsmith ~ The Novelists' Guild // Viking //

29-Dec-2011 16:08:54 - Last edited on 20-Jun-2013 21:30:30 by Dyrnwyn

Dyrnwyn
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~A Shattered Mind~

Ethan’s heart raced and as did his feet. Although he ran like the wind his footsteps made no sound. Neither did those of his pursuers. Every sound was muffled into nothing in this strange place.

The environment was filled with colour, and yet it was not. At some times the ruined buildings would seem to glow with a warm, red hue and at others they would seem bright green. If you, however, stopped for a moment to focus, every hint of colour would disappear, turning into an indefinite tinge of nothingness, like when looking directly at a light source in a dark room.

Ethan did not remember how long they had been chasing him. It seemed like forever. At first they had kept themselves just out of his field of view, and he had only rarely caught a glimpse of them. But now they were moving closer.

Ethan knew what they were; he knew what was going to happen when they eventually caught him. He WAS going to get caught, that he knew too. No-one unfortunate enough to be sought out by these men would be able to escape them.

He cast a brief glance over his shoulder, scanning the area behind him. The men had never been so close. The pursuers were but a hundred paces away now. With a determined expression upon his face, Ethan sped up, even though his body trembled with exhaustion.

Ethan had absolutely no idea how long it took before he gave up, as time is incredibly difficult to measure in a world where no Sun exists. Nevertheless he gave up and surrendered to his chasers. Sitting on the ground, he watched almost indifferently as they moved closer. They were as indefinite as the surroundings in which they had pursued their target, and their shape and size seemed to vary at every glance he cast upon them.

The men reached out for him. Madness had finally caught up with him, and as Ethan went crazy, his silent scream echoed through the ruins of the wasteland which was his shattered mind. // Wordsmith ~ The Novelists' Guild // Viking //

29-Dec-2011 16:19:24 - Last edited on 20-Jun-2013 21:30:32 by Dyrnwyn

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What a complex story you have there. Deffinetly an inspiration to me. I'm not even a teen yet and I am very interested in writing short stories. I believe that you should 100% make a big story and post it on here, I'd love to read it. You'll see my stories on this forum sooner or later and I'd like to know if you want to somewhat work together on stories?

30-Dec-2011 16:31:36

Dyrnwyn
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I'm glad you like my works, and welcome to this forum! ^_^

As for working together, I'm afraid I'll have to turn your offer down, at least for now. As much as I like to get inspiration from others, I prefer to make up my own stories, and I am pretty busy IRL at the moment, so I would not have much time to write, anyway.

I have plans for writing a novel on here called 'Revenge of the Reflections' (Yes, reflections as in a mirror), but I'm currently in the process of proofreading my Danish novel, which I hope to get published.

I appreciate your reading my stories, and happy writing! :) // Wordsmith ~ The Novelists' Guild // Viking //

30-Dec-2011 17:49:57 - Last edited on 20-Jun-2013 21:30:33 by Dyrnwyn

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Ah. Well good luck with the Danish novel. I'll be writing a story on here as soon as I get 60 defense (Which won't be long). It'll be incorporated with runescape, and it'll be rather short. None the less, I hope your novel get's published. When I was just in 5th grade one of my classmates wrote a book and got it published (Which was my inspiration)
Good luck!

31-Dec-2011 16:34:18

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Congratulations for winning the H'ween story contest last October! I'm in the process of getting the new contest winner's thread stickied and this one returned to normal, but as long as this thread exists it will serve as a trophy for your accomplishment.
Good job!
~Cozmic, Co-Host, Halloween Story Competition.

16-Jan-2012 22:38:44

Dyrnwyn
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~Grief~

April 1. 2011

No! It cannot be true - they must be lying! Of course my dear child is not dead. I carried him beneath my heart for nine months. I gave birth to him, fed and nurtured him. With joy I watched his every move, whilst at all times feeling that special bond between us. I raised him, for Gods sake! He is so young! He cannot be gone. It is all a dream; a nightmare. Soon I will wake up and everything will be okay. Soon.

April 17. 2011

He is really gone; I saw them bury the tiny coffin. Why me? What have I ever done to deserve this? Have I not always been kind towards my fellow humans? Have I not always helped those in need? This is just not fair! That truck driver deserves to be roasted alive for brutally robbing my son of his life! How could he do it?

May 9. 2011

I cannot live without him. He was all I had left. Please, God, bring him back. I will do anything just to see him again. Anything! I will donate all my money to charity. Tell me, what is the price for bringing my child back? The memory of him is haunting me, ripping through my heart like a cold steel hook. Please bring back my little child.

May 23. 2011

I have finally given up. What is the point of living now? He was everything. I have nothing left to live for. I have not eaten for days. I have even considered taking my own life. It seems like such a good idea, and I am beginning to think that it is the only way out. Maybe it will make the pain go away? Maybe it will dull the hook and put my mutilated heart to rest.

July 5. 2011

I am starting to realise how foolish I have been. Of course I cannot bring him back, and of course it was not the truck driver's fault. And comitting suicide will certainly not solve any problems. I am slowly starting to accept his death. The pain will start to fade, but it will never completely disappear. Hopefully I will soon be ready to move on, although I will always cherish the memory of him; my dear, dead son. // Wordsmith ~ The Novelists' Guild // Viking //

22-Jan-2012 09:46:29 - Last edited on 20-Jun-2013 21:30:48 by Dyrnwyn

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