

Chronicles of IesotaPrejudice and ConspiracyChronicles of Iesota
The land of Iesota has been a home to many an unsual story. Some are tragic; others, romantic; and some others, humorous. But none of these stories compare that of how the bridge of harmony was built between the humans and the Besarans, and how a young man named Alec made it possible.
Alec blinked and rolled over, feeling as if an anvil had slammed into his head and split his skull in two. He groaned and pulled himself up into a sitting position. All he wanted to do was sit and wait until the world stopped spinning, despite the rancid stench of week-old garbage and rat droppings.


FreedomFreedomFreedom
I started my journey home and being without car, I decided to walk upon my journey, I came across a man who slithered around the ground like a lizard his face brushed the pavement
and rotted clothes clung to a back that was more twisted than a politician I could see deep furrows in his face from where he had wept and as he shoved that needle deep into his arm and shot that weakness into his blood he turned to me and told me he was free
I hurried off and came upon anouther man with an ax in his large hand with crimson tears fa


Let's All Go to the Lobby"This is for my fallen brothers!" Said the figure, as it lifted the body of Samantha from the cardboard prison that she had resided in since she was grabbed by laughing box like figures, led by a cylindrical menace, all with matching stick like arms that let her believe that they held no strength. That is, until she fought back, and they shoved the young woman in the machine once they brought her to the factory. Where she was wrapped in her own foil, and left to sit in a colorful box with others of her kind who where unlucky enough to be grabbed, flavored, and coated in foil. The foil covering everything, all but the head. You needLet's All Go to the Lobby


A Perfect Match"But my mommy says that I shouldn't play with you," the boy said.A Perfect Match
"It's okay," it said. "She would not have left you with me, if she had."
"I don't know," said the boy again. "It kinda scares me."
"Don't be afraid," it said. "I won't hurt you."
The boy reached out to touch it, and brought his hand back just before contact.
"What's wrong?" it asked.
Th


Crazy CrayonsThe men shoved her roughly into an all-white room. There was no obvious light source, no shadows, no visible differences between where she stood and the far wall.Crazy Crayons
"This oughta stop that crazy!"
They were about to close the door. The girl stuck her hand out.
"Wait!"
The men stopped.
"What do you want?
She fiddled with her hands.
"Can I have a box pf crayons, please?"
They stood, staring at her, mouths agape.
"Why?!?"
She shrugged.
"I'm bored."


disposable romance -- revised“You’re not talking,” he said.disposable romance -- revised
She looked up from the swirling melted chocolate sundae in the plastic cup she had been playing with since they sat down. His braces looked a little more metallic in the bright lights of Jollibee Cebu City. She expected the fast food to be a little different from the ones back in Manila but she was disappointed when they stepped in the store. If it weren’t for the people chattering in a dialect unknown to her, she would have felt as if she was still in one of the many Jollibees that were scattered in Manila.
“Huh?” She tried to look indifferent but she knew it was hard to gaze into his
I have kept them for me to read later for the longest time.
And now I'm trying to write a novel(Just to get some experience writing in the long term) and they're really useful to refer to.
Perhaps I'll send in some chapters as I write it and get critique...
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Yet i'd like to add what nothing helps more with the process of thinking over gazillions of details like a good brainstorming conversation about them. It's hard to find people for that though since they should meet certain criteria, but it helps a TON.
My "worldbuilding buddy" helps me out by asking all the random questions that pops into her head . . . and some not so random ones. We quiz each other on things like, if your character was a fruit, what would he be and why? SO much fun.
Now I'm the one getting carried away . . .
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"My soul, corrupted by vengeance, hath endured torment to find the end of the journey, in my own salvation and your eternal slumber."
~Genesis Rhapsodos
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