Hi!!! My writing is actually excerpts from discarded stories, a poem, and uncovered excerpts from current stories of mine! Sorry if it's a bit long!! i hope it's okay most of it is pre-written click space to see drawings of the gas-planet inhabiting nyxalifians! THE DISCARDED AND THE BELOVED Story One: Stargazer Excerpt -------------- A blizzard raged outside. It shook the den with such veracity it seemed as if it could collapse any second. The wind roared. Snow came down fiercely, carpeting everything. A shivering fox kit stepped unsteady and exhausted toward the den. Her paws shook as she placed them down one after another on the cold, packed snow. Her pawprints were quickly lost in the snowstorm, buried by the blizzard. Atoll forced herself into the den and collapsed in her nest. Her sister noticed her entry and went over to her. Astral whined and settled by Atoll’s side and then was shocked to hear a faint, slowing heartbeat in place of the strong, fast one her sister usually had. “No, no, no… I can’t lose another…” Astral said, panicked. “Please wake up, Atoll!” Tears escaped from her closed eyes, ran down her muzzle, and hit the dirt floor with a solemn echo. “No! No! Please, don’t go to the stars.” Atoll huffed out a cloud. Astral was desperate. She needed her sister. “Atoll… Do you remember the time I found your cache and hid it somewhere else so you’d go crazy trying to find it?” Atoll’s eyes unclouded just a little, and she let out a weak smile. Her voice was raspy, barely a whisper. “Yes, Astral, I do. I wish we could just go back. It was so much easier… Now, please, with my dying breath, I ask you to promise me one thing. Please find our mom for me. Tell her I am thankful for everything she did for me. Tell her…” Atoll’s breath suddenly grew weak, and she fell limp, eyes closing slowly as her energy was entirely taken. “I promise. I promise with my life.” Astral paused, thinking, with a determined look etched on her face. ‘I hope mine is long enough to find her.’ Story Two: The Winged Thief Uncovered Excerpt ---------------- “Dusiraii,” The Head Towerkeeper said as her claws, fully extended, clicked on the marble floors of the Wyvern’s Stronghold’s Main Chamber. She approached me, and with a sly look that I hated more than anything else, she said, “Welcome home.” “Home? I know no home, not since that moment seven years ago.” “Tsk, tsk. You’re stubborn, darling.” “Not stubborn. Ambitious. I want back what is mine.” “This?” She asked tauntingly, tapping the diamond crown resting around two of her four ears. “Yours, Dusiraii? I thought we taught you not to lie.” “All you taught me was how to escape,” I narrowed my eyes at her. “And truly, Head Towerkeeper? You just lied.” “This is why we can’t keep you around!” She snarled, leaping at me. “I’m glad!” I jumped aside and growled, “I wouldn’t wanna stay in a wasp’s nest of traitors, usurpers, and villains!” “Villain? Ha, after all those years of thieving, isn’t that what you are?” I paused. Even with all the Thornareth laws I had broken, I had never considered myself a villain. I saw myself as a rebel with a cause. Was I, in reality, perfect for a place of such evils? I turned my face away, heart pounding. What was I? But then a happy memory broke through all my dark thoughts. Xijikol, not long after leaving Rainshores Island. I told him all the Towerkeepers called me a villain to the villains when they exiled me. He, in his comforting manner, called me a villain with a heart of gold. “Well, Head Towerkeeper, if I’m any sort of villain, I’m one with a heart of gold. Yours, on the other paw, is black.” “I–” she began, but in that moment, I pounced, and the "I" dragged out to a scream. continues in "notes and credits"
Story Three: Scattered Excerpt (Set Aside) ---------------- We are a mess of warm bodies wagging tails searching noses eyes shut and ears unhearing but our noses are awake. Misti. is the first thing I hear my sister’s yips I name her after her love her care for me for all she is hope rising in the east the sun as Mom has called it. Sunrise I say My sister she replies and Mom’s soft moan she settles in among us and soon we are drinking warm sweet life fills me fills my sister and then little Flicker his fur cold from moist dirt he squirms in but Echo pushes him with a paw She cannot see him unknowingly she hurts him but underneath she’s nice I know. I put my head right under Flicker’s chin Drink and get strong I whisper too quiet for the others to hear I will he says after a pause I hear him drink Drink-drink-breathe-drink-drink-breathe thirsty small brother of mine. no one else will have him. Okay, maybe Sunrise will. Story Four: Chair in the Tree Poem Running in the grass Laughing Jumping and then I have an idea. a lightbulb pops up. i grab the chair by the armrests the legs make marks in the grass a trail of ideas of fun of imagination. up i heave it you put your hands underneath it and help after a little pushing and lifting and hoisting the chair is held, snug, by four lightning-scarred trunks. we climb we command we laugh and we run shouts giggles we are queens and rulers sometimes usurpers of the chair in the tree. Story Five: Uncovered Nyxalifian Story Excerpt The clouds were thicker here than back home. I shoved through, but even with all the training I had forced myself through to get here, I had a hard time getting around. But when Marhiki came into view, the clouds cleared almost completely. I saw, for the first time, how rural Raemaville really was. A nyxalifian from a city like Marhiki, with an actual Apprenticeship Completion Center (the nyxalifian equivalent of university) would be shocked to see the thickness of the clouds near Raemaville. I drifted closer to the looming, floating structures of the city, and it made me wonder how huge the capital-- one of very few cities chained down to the core-- might be. Even with a city like Marhiki, it was impressive to a young nyxalifian raised in Raemaville, which was wilderness by comparison. A city guard at the border of the city asked me what business I had in Marhiki. "I am a young girl from Raemaville," I replied. "Marhiki is my first stop in an exploration of this planet." "Ha! How old are you?" "Fifteen." "Come back when you finish final school." This made me furious. I knew many Raemaville residents came to Marhiki for Apprenticeship Completion, but I truly didn't expect the guards to use this against me! A year ago, I would've thought there was no hope for exploring, and that I'd have to wait until Apprenticeship Completion to see anything beyond my hometown. Now I stood before the border of the largest city-- and the only city-- I had ever seen, and the annoying, rude guard was crushing my dreams again! "Imagine," I started, hoping I could persuade him to let me in. "I am sure you, being a Marhiki resident, have seen many cities and visited many places. Now imagine being one of the few young nyxalifians in a small town of a mere 100 residents, living in constant thick clouds, and never having seen anything beyond your hometown borders." "There is no such land," he countered. "Really? A girl from such land is floating right in front of you." THE END :)
