The Writer's Café

My advice: Take a break and go outside. A two-three days break should do the trick. Though for me it ended up being two weeks because I got lazy... Lol
 
Yayy :) I'm definitely going to read them stora :)

And once I finish Whispering Clouds, I've got a wicked new storyline. And A Changing Personality will possibly be a trilogy, or maybe there will only a one sequel to it. There will definitely be a second book though, as I have in mind what will happen at the end of the book.
 
Ok then. I guees ill try it out and see what happends:

Blood Flower

Some say it's the flower of death
Some say it brings bad luck and miss fortune
But to really find the truth behind the crimson color
You must look past the thorns
You must look deeper then it's apperance
Because the Blood Flower is not evil
But of life, honor and love
The Blood Flower for somthing more then death or evil
It's a sybol
A symbol of those that put their lives on the line for those they hold dear
The crimson color stands for the honor in one's viens that protect those who are precious to them
And are willing to lay their life down for that person
So whenever you see a Blood Flower
It's good fortune
For you have found that special person
Never will the flower decay or die
For this is the flower of Life
Honor
And Love

Took me three weeks to do this one. Hope u enjoy 
 
Here's a little teaser from the prologue.

  • The Curse of Necromancy


Black rain clouds slowly formed over the village to make one dense cloud. Even with the awful weather the villagers continued the festival of M'Saati. Ribbons and different coloured lamps infested the grimy tiled streets as happy infants skipped up and down. Adults laughed and bumbled, trying to imbracs the festival of M'Saati; trying to ignore the prophecy. Trying to forget the Elders. Trying to escape the clouds. Tables lined all the roads like a network, food littered the wooden slabs. Chicken, beef, pork, geese. This was a treat for the town people, they never got any meat but the Monarch needed some kind of happiness in his Kingdom.

As the clouds started to thin more children started to run around. A girl tripped on one of the wooden table legs. Bowls of fruit clattered to the cobblestone ground. Large dull metal plates of pig and chicken slid across the rough wooden table. As the shards of wood flung into her skin, slashing her open, her knee dragged on the jagged tiles; blood spraying over the rocks. As the street got painted a deep crimson the girl burst into tears. Her eyes were raw as she violently rubbed the tears out of her eyes.
 
Yeah, I've devolped it in the later parts of the chapter.

Look at the bottom of the first page of "Short Stories" and it has the original prologue.
 
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