Joel's Stories :D

[Adelia Kara Whiteraven]

Okay so i has a bunch and a bunch more i DON'T have on DeviantArt. I'm not the best author, lol but my friends like what i've written, and some people on DeviantArt like my stuff too~

My poetry: http://aydensilverflame7.deviantart.com/gallery/#Poetry

Love Isn't Blind: A blind gay kid tells his story. I suck at summaries, sorry. Lol, this is my most read and viewed thing on my DeviantArt.
http://aydensilverflame7.deviantart.com/art/Love-Isn-t-Blind-I-Am-1-147071570
http://aydensilverflame7.deviantart.com/art/Love-Isn-t-Blind-I-Am-2-151308185
http://aydensilverflame7.deviantart.com/art/Love-Isn-t-Blind-I-Am-3-152945475

Short Stories That Are Completed:
http://aydensilverflame7.deviantart.com/art/Angels-in-Brown-Bottle-Heavens-150520976
http://aydensilverflame7.deviantart.com/art/The-Fairy-Tale-of-Death-151978216
http://aydensilverflame7.deviantart.com/art/A-Sea-Dyed-Red-155391174
http://aydensilverflame7.deviantart.com/art/Mythology-of-Darkside-154039163

Water Witch: A teenage girl is dealing with the loss of her father, her evil stepdad and her attractive robot of a step brother. She discovers that she's more than what she seems, and there's a reason her daddy taught her all the little "magics" of her childhood. (again i suck at summaries, sorry).
http://aydensilverflame7.deviantart.com/art/Water-Witch-part-1-150172662
http://aydensilverflame7.deviantart.com/art/Water-Wtich-part-2-150175717
http://aydensilverflame7.deviantart.com/art/Water-Witch-part-3-150176529
http://aydensilverflame7.deviantart.com/art/Water-Witch-4-157891157

The Legacy of the Boy: I created a world, and this is it's creation story (somewhat).
http://aydensilverflame7.deviantart.com/art/The-Legacy-of-the-Boy-1-154038877

My Horror Story: Asura Horn doesn't understand why all her dreams are nightmares...or why they come true.
http://aydensilverflame7.deviantart.com/art/My-Horror-Story-147581293

Glass Child: A young girl has the Glass Syndrome (and is simply named Glass Child), making her as delicate as spun glass. Trapped for her whole life in a hospital under constant care, she has weird visions of a ghostly young man...who turns out to be Spirit, the ghost of a young man trapped in his own Whereever, all alone for all time...maybe...he keeps having visions of a beautiful sad girl.
http://aydensilverflame7.deviantart.com/art/Glass-Child-Short-Story-1-145985821
http://aydensilverflame7.deviantart.com/art/Glass-Child-Short-Story-2-146082321

i also have...let's see...6 other stories? that i don't have on deviantArt. They're all rough, and being rewritten.

Prometheus Unbound: Ayden and Gwen (the reincarnation of Queen Guinivere) have to save the world from the forces of darkness by becoming the forces of darkness.

Son of Death: Death is always alone, and Scythe is annoying. What happens when he falls in love? (grr sucky summary ><)

From the Ashes: Drake's always been different...and abused and experimented on. The only person that acts like he cares is his father's lab assistant, the mysterious and handsome Salem. Lol, gayboys! <3

Rawr...this one is a series i'm working on randomly >.> hehe. The Devil's Stone.

Marionette: Kaliegh Sharp finds her own Marionette, a human being that's been modified to be a puppet of war. Using her powers as the Town Witch, she has to fight all the forces of Hell to save her family, and most importantly the guy she's in love with..her Marionette.

Fallen: Kaliegh's little sister Raven has to take the Town over after her sister and her mother's sacrifice. Becoming the Town Witch means she'll be the Guardian of the Devil's Stone, and if she delves too far into dark magic, it's Hag.

Shattered: Matthias had lost both his sisters, and his mother all because of his family's Legacy - that all the females born into the Sharp line will be witches and the Town Witch for wherever they live, and the Guardians of the Devil Stone. So, delving into Dark Magic, he decides to become the first male witch in his family. New and improved Marionettes are everywhere, and he finds his own...a pale beauty with a secret power that could save him from his experiments with dark powers and maybe even the last three Witches in the Sharp Line

[Adelia Kara Whiteraven]

New story, love a critique pleaaaase:



Alice had an aversion to mirrors. After her adventures on the other side of the looking glass, she’d not been able to ever look at reflective surfaces the same way again. It was as if Wonderland was trying to suck her in, pull her back to the madness that awaited in the depths of silver . Little did she know, on the other side there was an adventure waiting for her, whether she liked it or not.

On the other side of the mirror, in the land of Faery, that’s Faery and not Faerie as they are too different lands, a stately castle stood with pennants flying and Magic flashing in the highest tower window. Inside, the Wicked Witch of the Mid-West was casting spells faster than he could think. Being a Wicked Witch, especially a male one at that, was time consuming and gruelling with no hope for promotion (as the title of Wizard of Oz had been taken by a country hick upstart with no manners, and then the title of Wicked Stepmother had to be filled by a femme fatale and was currently filled…shame that).

Spells for movement and spells for intelligence he poured into the animal before him: a small fox cub, black furred and adorable. After those spells, he reached into his bag of tricks (stolen from a cat, strangely enough) and pulled out a pair of wings. Let the Wicked Witch of the West have her flying monkeys. He was going to have flying foxes, and therefore, be more awesome.

Standing slowly, he passed by his large mirror and peered into it, slightly surprised when instead of his enemies fortress (the little twat, Cinderella and her enslaved Faerie Godmother) it instead peered into a little girl’s room. A bit disturbed, he wondered briefly if his friend the Pied Piper had stopped by and used it to fill his lust for child pornography. And once the mirror had seen something, it couldn’t be unseen.

On the other side of the mirror, Alice blinked repeatedly. There was a man standing there, holding a fox cub (which had a fetching pair of butterfly wings on its back) and looking at her like she was something dirty. Irrationally, Alice got upset. “Why are you looking at me that way? You’re bonkers.” she said, hands on hips and with a sassy facial expression.

“You’re kind of bonkers. Talking to your mirror that way.” he pointed out. “Anyway, sorry bout the Piper he is a bit of a perv…I’ll gladly step through and erase the memories of whatever he did to you.”

“You’re talking to a mirror too. Don’t forget that. And I have no idea what you’re talking about? The Piper? I’m just glad my mirror didn’t connect with the Queen of hearts.” she shook her head disdainfully. “Fat old witch.” She didn’t even stop to think how insane it was, talking to a man standing in her mirror. Especially one holding a fox cub that had wings.

“The Queen of Hearts? You’re smoking something, surely. There’s no such entity. And as Witch of the Mid-West I’d know if there is one.” He proudly showed her his dashing silver shoes. “See? I even have the Silver Shoes of Office to show that I am, in fact, a Wicked Witch. And I have a broom.” He sounded as if Alice was supposed to be impressed. She in fact, wasn’t in the slightest.

“So you have some flashy shoes and a broom. I do too.” she lifted her foot to show off her boots. “See, just as shiny as yours and a lot more fashionable. And brooms belong in cupboards. You’re ridiculous.”

[James Potter - Inactive]

Omr Joel I love it! I think it's a great premise. Like with the Alice in Wonderland/Wizard of Oz/Fairytale stuff. I like things that take new spins on fairytale type things.

The only critique kinda things I saw were like description type things. I'll use regular ol' quotation marks because I'm too lazy to quote this.

"...and therefore, be more awesome."
"...hands on hips and with a sassy facial expression."

It's just a little... not quite... professional sounding, I think is what I'm going for? Like, I feel like it kinda takes a little out of the effect if you use a "common" term such as "more awesome." Idk. It's just how I look at things.

But I LOVE the rest of the idea and everything!

[Adelia Kara Whiteraven]

thank you James!!

[James Potter - Inactive]

-always feels like she's being really mean when she critiques things, especially things by her friends, and gets all nervous that they're going to like me less-

[Guest]

I hate it when people don't give me proper critique, actually. It pisses me off when people are all like 'oh it's so good.'
I know it's good. I'm arrogant like that.
I want it to be amazing.
If I were fishing for compliments I wouldn't be asking you to critique it.
I can't get better if you don't tell me what to work on.
But that's just my view.
I actually love the people who tear apart my writing.
It might upset me a little at first, but it makes my work so much stronger.

[Adelia Kara Whiteraven]

NEW STORY.
God someone turn my brain off sometimes ... i'll never finish ANYTHING. NEVER. It's a romancey one and YES it's about vampires because THEY ARE SEXY. VAMPIRE SEX IS OMFG SEXY. sorry lol xD


He’d been stuck here, on this morbidly unaware planet for too long. Too long. What was he to do though? As a member of the undead he was stuck here till Father Time rose from his slumber and blew his horn…or was that from a book he’d read? After two millennia, his memories were starting to get fuzzy around the edges, the pictures just out of focus and the voices naught but whispers. The only things that stood in contrast to the multitudes of cobwebs and forgotten, faded flowers of his memories was a pair of bright blue eyes and a body of steel and silk.

During the days, he spent all his time alone in his house, perusing the multitudes of books and peering in his mirrors. Ancient magic, they were, mirrors to let him See outside and all around since he was bound to his home thanks to his Old blood and his tender eyes. Eyes of silver, with drops of lavender and weak against the bright light of the outside world. If it weren’t for the Mirrors, he’d not know anything besides what could be garnered from biased newspapers and television programmes, and he’d lose his sense of self.

The Mirrors not only let him see out they let him see himself. Even though it taxed the magic stored in the silver backed glass, they could almost perfectly portray his current physical appearance. In that aspect, he was set above other vampires. He actually had a reflection, if he focused on it enough. A haze on the horizon of silver seas, that’s what his form was but at least it was something. Not knowing what you looked like after losing your reflection two thousand years prior to your present day mental balance was enough to send anyone off their rocker, and for many of the vampires, it did. He was one of the oldest on the planet and he was stuck at 502 West Hyacinth Road, Darren’s Cross New Jersey in the middle of suburbia.

Of course it wasn’t all bad. He did still retain his acres of wild forest, his mansion, and unpoluted Ley lines. But he had to deal with the encroachment of humanity, and most importantly humanities tempting smell, more and more each year. Through accountants that strangely looked like their predecessors, and the people before their predecessors; and through blood banks run but eerily pale nurses he was able to live in a somewhat peace and comfort. Through magic he was able to live with his sanity intact but whenever the wind would blow in the right direction strongly enough, the sweet perfume of living human flesh and pumping human blood would sail over his walls and fill him with lust and hunger.

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