Faith Kindred

No @anna-brie, that sounds just about right! 😀

@faithdk
Wow, that’s awesome! I love it…I can totally visualize what’s happening. 🙂

This was for the Writing Prompt with the girl on the step and the guy in black…

He couldn’t tell Rachel; he would leave without her notice. Her grief might make it harder for him to get away.
Jack slipped quietly out of the bed. His clothes and backpack waited for him on the chair. Grabbing them, Jack hurried out of the room. The hallway f…[Read more]

@gretald The suspense is killing me too. Cause I don’t know what happens!!! XD
Yes @kate-flournoy I took a bit to decide, but I can only see two ends, so I chose to do swords. 😀

@kate-flournoy I’m think htat a book with multiple story line might be a couple of lines of dominos, slightly intertwined, maybe splitting and combining again? Or am I just taking the analogy too far now?

@kate-flournoy Well what can I say to that. Just try to stay your normal self most of the time and at least no breathing fire.

@writefury, YES! We should totally do that. 🙂

((Yeah, I’m going off Kate’s. Sorry @gretald, I just don’t know what I would have done with the window. I probably would have had her see something boring like a sock.))

His declaration does nothing to calm me down. Lovely. Two more burning questions. I didn’t have enough before.
I turn my gaze back on him, “What do you mean that only one of us…[Read more]

*nods* You have my forgiveness @kate-flournoy. (or should it be @dragon-flournoy?)

Aaaanyway. On the topic of the topic.
We should come up with titles for everyone. This needs to be a thing. I’ll make a logo.
@kate-flournoy needs something to do with dragons and @daeus needs something with the Count of Monte Cristo.
We’ll debate this more…

*bows scaly head contritely, snuffs smoking nostrils* I repent me of my caustic tongue, and crave thy pardon, honorable sir, for thy fright. I am ashamed.

@Daeus @writefury

*bows scaly head contritely, snuffs smoking nostrils* I repent me of my caustic tongue, and crave thy pardon, honorable sir, for thy fright. I am ashamed.

Perfectly normal for writer’s forums, @daeus. I should know. XD
In the meantime… @kate-flournoy… *wags finger disapprovingly* You should at least be polite if you’re going to turn into a dragon without warning.

Great job, @jadamae! 😀 I think the “as their ears with music teem” has a better rhythm to it in that line.
Kate and Daeus caught pretty much everything I would have pointed out (darn you fast people) so no other complaints here. 😛

So this is kinda freaky. Like, one moment you think you’re talking to a girl, and then the next she turn into a dragon. I mean, I know we talk about fantasy and such occasionally but -. I hope she doesn’t eat me. So – like, isn’t there a rule against having claws on the forum. I should probably report this.

Is this something that only happens to…[Read more]

Wow, this is beautiful poem, @jadamae. About the last line of the second stanza, I personally like “as her fingers with music teem” better, but they’re both beautiful.

Wait @Daeus— you like that book? Wow. I… I’m just… I never would have guessed. 😛

*cracks claw knuckles, shakes out wings, narrows glowing dragon eyes*

Complain, sirrah? Nay, I did but query as to thy meaning, forsooth. I pledge mine honor, if heretofore thy word in question (verily) hath entered into my knowledge I knew it not, nor, methinks, should be held accountable.
Thus I plead my case to thee, sirrah— mind thy…[Read more]

Wow @zoe-wingfeather… I definitely was NOT expecting to get any potential customers at this stage of the book! 😛 I’ll be sure to tell you, though it won’t be published for quite a while…

Yes, @Daeus— Count of Monte Cristo is the perfect example of reusing plot points and characters. It’s so wonderfully complicated! The only thing I might…[Read more]

That’s one of the reasons I love the Count of Monte Cristo so much. No waste. Everything is used. Did I mention I like that book? I like that book.

@kate-flournoy Forsooth Sister, wherefore doest thou complain of so uncouth a speech as I may make? Whither wendist thine imagination to so great a height as to miss its first steps, I vouch my honor doth verily confound my noggin.