This is a hero I may use, or may not.
Thomas Wildwood (European badger) was an unpopular child at school and as many of them are wont to do, he retreated into the world of his imagination. He read widely and developed an exceptional imagination. As he reached adulthood, he discovered a latent superpower; the ability to generate illusions and shape fluids to anything his will demands. Training himself up physically and mentally, he joined the ranks of the supers
Ok, been a little self conscious about it, but I enjoyed writing this, it has only been written recently and I haven't quite checked it through properly (grammatical errors) but here it is in it's rawest form.
Please be aware there is swearing.
This is a game of capture the flag from my currently working series, Souls of Anatemia, about a group of online gamers who get sucked into the game they are playing becoming their characters.
Suddenly they were
They continued on, as they had for the past few weeks, and Tatyana’s pain was tempered as she realized they were nearing the end of the passes. She would soon complete her challenge and win the title of Morriganian. Something she had been striving so mightily for and for so long was no longer a distant goal. It was so far within her grasp as to seem inevitable. She would also be rid of Fisk and his ingrates.
That last thought made her realize she’d also be rid of Gannon and Adrian.
I'll try to sort out some formatting issues with this one.
[/INDENT]She led off as the snow fell harder. It did not become a blizzard, but neither did it relent. Before long the trees were laced with it and the ground was covered. It was midafternoon when Tatyana stopped and crouched to look at something on the ground. The others joined her. She was looking at a huge paw print in the snow, perhaps the diameter of a bucket. Snowflakes were just starting to sift into it. There was a
Just a short story I wrote some time ago. The world is of my own making and the Amazons in it are not those of Greek myth. They are their own race, in the same way dwarves and elves are their own races.
Tatyana and her three mentors were the only people in the large, dark training hall. Blue incense smoke rose from a brazier that stood between student and masters.
“Your training is nearly complete,” Aisha said to Tatyana. Aisha was her eldest mentor, her long