This is probably the most Mythic Scribes-style story I've ever written--and to my surprise, it's gotten a very positive reception. Maybe it's because so much of the worldbuilding is clearly evident in the story.
Prologue (May 5 and August 7, a century apart)
As I write these words, I am no longer Grand Priest of the Church of the True Divine. There’s nothing left for me to be Grand Priest of.
I must write for both the present and the future. In the present,
Confession time: I normally say this was inspired by Paprika, but I actually owe a lot of it to this video. Anyways, this is one of my more popular stories, and I'm proud of how it turned out.
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Sandra watches herself in the mirror as she pulls the mask from her face. Her reflection is beautiful, stunningly so, and she blows a kiss at it before she hides it again. But this is a lie.
She takes the mask away again, and her reflection shows empty
I'm not fond of how this story turned out--I just didn't have the skill to write it properly back then. The beginning still holds a certain power for me, though, and I intend to rewrite the whole thing someday.
"Why are you doing this?" the girl asked, and for a moment Tolliver wondered that himself.
"Because you deserve it," Vyce responded. He gripped her right arm as tightly as Tolliver held her left, leading her down the dimly lit staircase that
I'm very proud of how this beginning turned out--in fact, I often use it as my "introduction" when entering new writing circles. It's a little racy, but I think it's allowable by site rules.
For the first time in three years, Harry woke to the feeling of a body beside him.
Am I still asleep? he wondered. This would not be the first time he had dreamt of Leila. When he had scattered her ashes at sea, he'd known that a part of her would always remain with him,
Updated 8-7-12 at 10:40 PM by Feo Takahari
I won't be posting the entirety of any of my stories here, just the beginnings of some of them. Most of them continue on Literotica, so the complete stories wouldn't be appropriate for this site anyways.
Well, this is a conundrum, a deep voice said.
"Who the hell are you?" Matt replied, pretending that his mood had turned impatient. He'd waited many long minutes in this sightless void, with no company besides a quiet heartbeat, and he thought it plausible