Michael Stanton

What do you guys think of ‘Children of Memory’ or ‘Generations of Remembrance’? Nothing’s final— I’m still working, but I want your opinion.

Haha!

Arianwen: *follows with hand on hilt of hidden knife*

Hahaha! My siblings are tough ones. They found literally every jump-rope in the house and wrapped them all ’round and around me until I looked like some sort of… mummy or something. It took me about seven minutes to wriggle free. I’m afraid I fail as Samson. 😉

Yes! I may have to write that someday… notice I’m pointedly vague about when ‘someday’ will happen. 😛
The story could have a co-MC in an aspiring police inspector whose assignment it is to find this terrifying hobby monster and bring him to justice.

Yes! Definitely. I love the logo. 😀

You know you’re a writer when you let your little siblings tie you hand and foot to a dining chair ‘just so you can know what it feels like’.

Seriously. Do this. 😀

I just had this incredibly random thought I had to share.

What if we have a protagonist with a tragic background that has made him distrustful of people, so he turns to things for companionship— specifically, art. What if we have a shy, tragic art collector whose mission it is to go around saving great pieces of art from those who don’t value…[Read more]

Arianwen: *furrows brow in troubled frown* “And risk his wrath?” *glances at Quinn uncertainly* “If such is your wish, my lord. But I have only my knife remaining to me— how if he should attack us? And what of the legions of thralls my Lord Rameaux suspects him to command? If he is an enemy, we might as well walk into a wolf-lair armed only with…[Read more]

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I think a good thing to use as a driving force for a messed up protagonist would be peer pressure. Yeah, okay— preach, Kate, but really. You guys think peer pressure only exists today? No— people were still people back then, you know. 😛

Imagine a count or countess succumbing to peer pressure— all their influence would be thrown into…[Read more]

Arianwen: *sets mouth grimly* “A sorcerer? I have heard of these men of power. They are wholly and utterly evil. I have no strength against them— they have long disappeared out of my land, and are now only an evil rumor of memory. Have we stepped into the past?”

Arianwen: *blinks in confusion* “What?”

Arianwen scrambles over edge of bank and comes to sudden halt, staring through the last remnants of the thorn thicket into a rocky valley sloping sharply down into the land at her feet. At the far end of the valley is a 1600’s mansion, fenced in with barbed wire and concrete. A road leads through the valley and to the house, then past the house…[Read more]

That’s a good theory. Quite sound, actually. Did you have any thoughts to elaborate on that, @Daeus?

(Well good! Quinn didn’t have to stay knocked out for too long, then. 😛 )

Arianwen stares at creeping mist, turning slowly white, then takes deep breath and cries “Come away, all of you! There is a path here— leading up from the swamp towards the summit of the mountain. Perhaps if we abandon the swamp we will also leave this… mist behind.”…[Read more]

Hey… I may have to do this. Yeah… yeah, I think I will. Thanks for linking it, Daeus! I’ll race you. 😉

Right. Now what happens? You tell me. 🙂

Okay. Now when Walter carries out the raid on Alex’s family, let’s say he went there himself, though he didn’t do any of the work, and watched them burn the house and kill everyone in it. We can have him standing there watching, and hearing all the screams and shouts and cries for mercy, and maybe turning white and sick inside, but doing nothing…[Read more]