Story Time!

These are some of my stories. I haven't finished most of them, and a lot of them I wrote a long time ago. 

Windsinger

Here is the story I'm working on right now. I might go back and changed some small things, but these are just kind of first drafts. It's called Windsinger. There is also a Windsinger Facebook page here.

 Prologue. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10. Chapter 11. Chapter 12. Chapter13. Chapter 14. Chapter 15. Chapter 16. Chapter 17. Chapter 18. Chapter 19. Chapter 20. Chapter 21. Chapter 22.

This is a story I started writing but never got much past chapter 1. Elderon. 

This is a story called Arrow Wolf that I wrote a long time ago but never finished. It's not very long and probably most definately not as good as Windsinger.  

 This is Arrow Wolf in its earliest form. The storyline is way different than the other one and it hasn't been edited. I wrote this a WAY long time ago. I think it's one of my first stories.

This is a short story I wrote for a library competition a while ago. (I won, in case you were wondering)

          I was three when I drew my first picture. It was a distorted blue stick figure with a head too big for its body, but anyhow, I still consider it my first journey through imagination. Ever since then I have drawn all over my notebooks and used lots of my mom's printer paper. And all that drawing has got me here, in the desk next to my bed.

            That night I had had the urge to draw, so I did. My hand flew across the paper as the scene formed before me. A wolf peered out from behind the oak tree that housed the six chattering squirrels. A river winded through the grassy fields into the blue mountains beyond, and the sun hung high in the cloudless blue sky. Then I drew myself lying in the grass. The picture seemed to come to life on the page, but yet, the river seemed empty, so I drew a blue heron. Dang, I thought to myself, that heron is way too big. But I put the pencil down anyway and went to bed.

            I woke up in the grass by the river that winds to the mountains. I was in my drawing. There was the wolf, and the squirrels, but something was missing. Suddenly, A giant orange beak stabbed at the ground in front of me. The too-big heron. It jabbed again, leaving a clump of upturned earth. My only option was to run as the squirrels leapt to my defense, one getting swallowed.

            And then I woke.

             I ran to my drawing and saw that clumps of dirt were drawn where the heron had struck. And only five squirrels. Thinking fast, I drew a sword next to me and nuts in the tree for the squirrels to throw. I had never been so eager to go back to sleep.

            I was in the field again, a sword at my side. When the heron struck, I was ready. I blocked it's gigantic beak and watched as the squirrels attacked at the wolf's howling command. But we were not winning.

            And then I woke.

            I came to the conclusion that weapons are not what we needed against this monstrosity. So I colored a single squirrel purple and made a squiggly circle around it, giving it the magic touch.

            When I woke again in my imagination, the house-sized heron was waiting. I dueled with it for a while until it struck me to the ground, and I smiled. The wolf howled, and the purple squirrel directed it's magic at the heron, shrinking it to the size all herons ought to be. It belched the slimy squirrel it had swallowed and flew away. And then I woke.

            Rushing to my masterpiece, I counted the squirrels....six! After confirming all the squirrels were present, I dragged my eyes across the paper to the river. And surely enough, there was a perfectly small heron.