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Portfolio Entries from Fluffypoodel

  1. Heart of the Forest Part 2

    Behind him Stallywag kicked the ground with an iron shod hoof, nudging his head into Dusty. The knight reached over, giving the stallion a rub on the nose. He whispered, “It’s okay Stally, this is how most adventures I have heard about happen.” The horse nudged him again, harder this time. Dusty’s voice became stern. “Listen here Stallywag. I am the knight, you are the mount. I know what I’m doing.” “Do you now?” Tindra’s voice dripped menace. “I am a knight my lady. I have to know.” He...
  2. Heart of the Forest Part 1

    This started as a short story continuation of another short story which was then followed by another with several more planned out. So I think that this now falls under the novel chapter category. As one final note I really enjoy writing these characters even if they are silly. I think every writer should have something that he/she can write without having to worry about it being considered "great" or not. I think that it takes some of the stress out of writing and puts more of the fun back...
  3. Outsider

    this was a creative project I did for my Brit Lit class in college a few years ago. I haven't thought about it in a while and I stumbled upon it while I was organizing my documents. I'd really like to do something with it but I'm not sure what. Any thoughts, ideas and criticism are appreciated. A man came to our village the other day. He speaks our language and knows some of our customs but he is not allowed in. He slinks along the outskirts of the forest during the day. Mother...
  4. Heads

    It was a pleasant day. Blue sky prevailed with just wisp a of cotton cloud on the horizon where the buildings struggled to support the massive azure dome. Closer to the earth was a café patio. Sun baked bricks greedily sucked at the beating solar light, while the cobblestone streets shunned it, hiding huddled in the towering shadows. Beside the patio stood the café itself, all smiles and courtesy walled off from the outside by plate glass. Robert Ash sat in one of the patio chairs. The...
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