Here it is.

( Chase Again )

And here's Chapter 3. I'm up to 7 at the moment and still working.

( Whee )

I'm posting these too quickly, but why not? Here's chapter two.

( ONWARDS )

I reposted (get it?) Chapter 1 of Riposte in its entirety just now. I should be using this entry for the second chapter but I haven't looked it over at all so I didn't think I should do that to the invisible audience reading this. I actually have three chapters done and I'm working on the fourth, but I'm gonna write as much as I can for now and ( Read more... )

Edit: I AM totally done with the first chapter and I was in a good enough mood to give it the ol' glance-over. This is by no means a perfect draft. I'm sure it's riddled with errors, but some of the most glaring ones have hopefully been caught already. So enjoy!

( Onto the text! )

Inspiration truly hits at the strangest times. I was just going to wash my hair and out comes this weird sort of daydreamy idea that my mind morphed into the bones of a plot for a story. It started out as a "tired character study" and turned into something that could potentially be a half-decent literary journey. We'll see how it goes.

( Working Title: Riposte )

I've been trying to do that crazy little thing called writing and I was hoping to post something here just to have something to post. It's unconscionable that I haven't updated my main LJ account properly for over a year, but then I never have the patience to sit down and write about something. I think it's all the writing I'm doing for school, ( Read more... )

Chapter 2

Aeron couldn’t believe the situation in which he had so fatefully found himself. His body felt sore and exhausted, he imagined even the ends of his hair were resounding with pain. The agony seemed to converge directly on his forehead, where it was unbearable to the point where he finally lost his balance and fell.

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Chapter 1: Title Coming Soon!

Alastair pulled at the ends of his hair and whistled softly to himself while he waited. He was stretched out with his legs resting lazily in front of him while he rested his weight on the heel of his free hand, leaning back so that he could look up at the sky whenever the impulse struck him. His vivid purple eyes ( Read more... )

Prologue:

The night air was thick, so much that it felt like she was breathing water. It tasted of death, a sensation that she would have rather spent her whole life without. It felt deathly as well, the smell, feel, and pull of it bringing her low to the ground, as though the murders and lives lost wished to keep her from moving on and ( Read more... )