fantasy story

Tale of Two Tales

Submitted by Julie on Sun, 10/18/2009 - 22:16

 

 

I am planning to participate in NaNoWriMo[National Novel Writing Month], an attempt to write a 50,000 word story during November. But I can't decide which story to write. I'd appriciate any opinions or advice, especially since I should decide by November 1st, less than two weeks away.

Skye
format: 1st person

Structure:Two parts

1.Kestrel
2.Skye—after Kes’s death

Opening: Kestrel’s story/dream of the fire and escape

The Tale of Ander Collins, Chapter Two

Submitted by LoriAnn on Fri, 02/13/2009 - 22:13

CHAPTER TWO

He managed to find his way back to the kitchen with no problems, noticing as he went a hall that he realized he should have turned left in, instead of right. But he hardly thought about it, so caught up in self-scolding was he. If only he had brushed his hair before he met the princess. If only he had asked Carlo outright about being a page. If only Carlo hadn’t been so enamored with his bride that he had forgotten Ander. If only, if only.

The Tale of Ander Collins

Submitted by LoriAnn on Wed, 02/11/2009 - 17:38

CHAPTER ONE

Ander Collins never knew the palace had so many rooms. Well, after all, as a kitchen boy, he had never been allowed into the royal quarters before. His life was safely spent in the depths of the smoky, stone-walled kitchen, far away from the nobles and their riches. The closest he had ever come to the royal family was rubbing his grimy fingers over the stamped portrait of King Juston on the coins he was paid once a season. But today, Missy – the girl who usually took Princess Reina her tea – had a summer fever. So guess who got the job.

Half-Blood Part I--The Halfblood

Submitted by Heather on Mon, 12/31/2007 - 20:50

(Feel free to give any suggestions or ask any questions regarding this story...I'll try to write more in it so I can post the rest here)
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 “All right, Mel, back up and take a breather.” Varian lowered his sword and wiped sweat off his forehead.

The younger boy grinned at his tutor. “I had you twice.”

Varian smiled and acknowledged the statement with a nod. “Aye, you did that. You’ve gone and worn me out, Mel. You’ll be a first-rate swordsman before too long.”

“Varian!”