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The story Magpies in the Archives goes along with the poem Of the Masters of Books. I'd love to hear what you think about them.

Re: New Articles 3 by FraizwriteFraizwrite, 10 Aug 2018 23:51

Hi Tesrec! I liked those poems a lot, 'A Grave Sense' was my favorite. It was awesome how many questions it raised, got my heart pounding a bit. My only suggestion would be to make it a bit shorter. I also liked 'Music Hall', the dyssynchrony in the lines was very interesting. It felt like the most polished poem. Maybe change the last line of the first stanza. I didn't love 'A Song', it felt a little unoriginal and repetitive.

Great poems, I'd give 'em a little editing and post!
Sheepstealer

Hi Brooks! I'm new to this site but I've got a little familiarity with the editing process. I like what you're trying to do, the title really got my attention. However, I think you should take a serious look back at your grammar and spelling. It's difficult to see what you mean in a lot of places due to grammar errors. The formatting you chose is too utilitarian to evoke a sense of wonder. Most importantly though, 'The Study of Ancient Spells' doesn't seem to tell a story, which is after all, what this site is about.

You've got a good concept, but I think it needs serious revision.
Sheepstealer

Re: New Story by SheepstealerSheepstealer, 08 Aug 2018 19:25

So is Nod still the Library, or did the Library move?

by AquaBlackAquaBlack, 05 Aug 2018 02:32

Please go check out my story I wrote on here called The Study Of Ancient Spells
,I plan on adding more to it but I think most of you would enjoy it :)


v v v v v v v

http://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/the-study-of-ancient-spells

New Story by Researcher BrooksResearcher Brooks, 02 Aug 2018 07:58

It’s a cold and it’s a broken Halilula

by Researcher BrooksResearcher Brooks, 02 Aug 2018 07:43

Poems are always lovely but how about make a book of poems instead of just one <3

by Researcher BrooksResearcher Brooks, 02 Aug 2018 07:42

I love you mister story book you are very important to all of us and I hope you feel very loved because if not you get all the free hugs even though you are a book ima hugs yah.

To Mister Story Book by Researcher BrooksResearcher Brooks, 02 Aug 2018 07:25

I have 3 poems on my sandbox that I was feeling are almost ready to put on here but was wondering if anyone had any thoughts on them before I did? They can be found on the first 3 tabs here: http://wanderers-sandbox.wikidot.com/tesrec-s-corner

Thoughts on a few poems by Tesrec AmeginnTesrec Ameginn, 22 Jul 2018 21:43

A black dog is a kind of ghost in British folklore. Black Shuck is one of these (along with the barghest, the kirk grim, and the gurt dog). So yes, they do share some mythological ancestry.

by DrEverettMannDrEverettMann, 08 Jul 2018 00:39

On a site this slow there really is no such thing as necroposting tbh


Whether you like it or not, history is on our side. We will bury you!

by RogetRoget, 03 Jul 2018 04:21

I don't know if I'm the only one who noticed this, but isn't that dog kinda similar to Black Shuck, and subsequently, SCP-023? Are they the same species?

by Stonecutters Stonecutters , 02 Jul 2018 01:04

Thank you so much! This was my first venture into short stories, and your positive feedback means a lot to me.

by ashburystreetashburystreet, 29 Jun 2018 15:26

This was a fun little ride, liked the use of the picture too.


Whether you like it or not, history is on our side. We will bury you!

by RogetRoget, 24 Jun 2018 12:52

Not tea feeling the substance of this one


Whether you like it or not, history is on our side. We will bury you!

by RogetRoget, 24 Jun 2018 12:50

of course rocket jumping is the superior method of travel compared to "elevated platforms

oh shit necropost

by AnorrackAnorrack, 19 Jun 2018 05:21

moar pls. i would love to see more about the russians and magic. it always bothered me that a lot of series just use old spells and never innovating
+1

by AnorrackAnorrack, 19 Jun 2018 05:17

Arel was two-and-ten when she received her Gift. For a moment she saw the daylight with new eyes, and when she called out to the clouds they answered back. Arel brought wonder and hope to her thirsty tribe. They loved her for it.

Hudon was but seven when he discovered the Gift. With it, he raised stone from the earth and bowed the trees down low. The seasons turned and Hudon grew older as he built a home for his people. They were safe from storms and wolves within.

In Sielyr the Gift was stronger than in any before. When he spoke of his ambitions, those who heard him saw his dreams with their own eyes and they were swept away. From plains to mountains, the elders of each tribe came to Hudon's Home and swore loyalty to King Sielyr.

There was great rejoicing when Maelah opened her Gift at six-and-ten. She and others with the Gift set off to explore the world. They saw many wonders, and brought back those which they could. Each time they returned, they found their home to have grown larger and more splendorous. When Maelah's bones grew weary, she broke her walking staff and set to teaching her peoples' children the use of the Gift. So Maeleh the Traveler became Maeleh the Teacher.

Assa was eight-and-ten when she found her Gift. She was four-and-twenty when she first felt the touch of the dread Blight. By then it was too late. The Gift was her soul made manifest in this world, and she could no more stop using it than a bird could its wings. The people were greatly troubles by her death, for it unnatural. They opened her body, but they could not find the cause of the Blight. The people began to fear.

Menil was two-and-ten when he received the Gift, though by then they had stopped calling it that. His mother cautioned him never to use his Gift, but as the Blight spread across her son's skin, she knew he had not heeded her words.

Pesari buried his father when he was nine. Great Penred, who had stilled the tides themselves, was no more. Pesari thus did not open his own Gift until, in the folly of youth, he offered to pull down a star from the heavens for his beloved. The Blight consumed him in an instant.

When the Keeper saw the light of the falling star, he said with sorrow:

"Thus ends the last great bloodline of the Gift. Our time has passed in this world, and humanity must carry on without us."

Every man and woman in the world heard these words before the Keeper finally set down his burden and found rest.

The sun still shines at the dawn of each day. The wind still carries the scent of fresh rain. The trees still grow strong in the forest of my fathers. But no longer do the children of Man receive the Gift.


This story's a bit short, but I'm hoping to get it published (long-time lurker, first-time poster, not entirely sure how all this works). Comments and advice would be greatly appreciated.

License: CC BY:NC:SA 3.0

The Passing of the Gift by SheepstealerSheepstealer, 18 Jun 2018 03:15

Wow. Just wow. The name didn't hit me until the very end. And then wow. It takes a damn courageous writer to forego the happy ending.

by SheepstealerSheepstealer, 18 Jun 2018 02:47

This reminds me vaguely of Eclipse Phase…

by SheepstealerSheepstealer, 18 Jun 2018 01:57
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