《Arcana: The Rebel King》Final Update
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Hello there everyone!
Thank you all for reading Arcana up to this point and I'm glad you've all enjoyed it so much, although the same cannot be said for the last chapter.
I have decided to take a step back for a while. I've been writing half assed chapters, some I've only been doing because I needed to upload something and the quality continues to drop. So much so that I'm not quite sure what my fucking idea was for this story in the first place.
It has become a chore. I'm sure you can guess from the last chapter that I was kind of just making shit up as I went along and this is exactly the case. This story deserves better than that and you, reader, more importantly, deserve better than that.
I'm going to re-write the story from scratch. But I'm going to be doing that away from RRL. I think the reason for this is so I don't get tempted to post a chapter just for the sake of posting. I made todays chapter in less than two hours and I've been doing that for a while now. That's just stupid. It should take me a full day, or more, to write anything worth while.
The only saving grace of this whole thing has been all of you. It's your comments and advice that make me better as a writer and I've taken all of that you have said to heart and decided now is the time to take a breath, stand back and actually do this the right way.
So, without further ado, I bid you farewell and when I eventually write a true and proper fiction, I'll post it here for you all to enjoy.
Thank you once again and I hope to see you all in the near future!
D.R. King
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Fragments of Glass
before the 1939-1945 War, most churches in England had stained glass windows, but despite local people's best efforts many of these windows were smashed in the bombing. What could be repaired was repaired, but in many churches all they could do was reassemble the remaining fragments randomly, with extra bits of clear glass added to eke them out to fill the windows. That is what I imagined for my collection of short stories: fragments of stained glass, bits of robe, bits of faces, all sorts of odds and ends randomly stuck together. And with quite a lot of clear fragments among the coloured ones. Just broken pieces of stories that anyone can look through.
8 90The Torch
Tanaka Manyika was a Zimbabwean form 4 student in his 2nd term of study, and like every other kid his age, he wanted to pass his end of year exams and move on with his life. However on one particular night his parents and his sister were brutally murdered by two strange men. This was only the beginning to a horrific nightmare; the coming of the apocalypse of infinite darkness was upon him. In that despondent world where everyone in the dark is subjected to despicable mutilation by the creatures of the unknown, Tanaka only has a torch as his arsenal, the only tangible form of light in a world consumed by darkness. Can he survive the end of the world and be the haven of others in despair or will he eventually fall prey to the hopelessness of the world?
8 177The Five Series - Loyalty
The Five Series Project has been shut down and sold for salvage, leaving Aaron and his companions with nowhere to turn. Having lost the equipment that created them, they find themselves looking down the barrel of mortality all over again. Even with the investigation of the murders over, and Werker left behind, they soon find that the darker forces in Welan City never stopped looking for them. When they’re found, the choices they are given aren’t really choices, but they must to persevere. With their new lives reluctantly pledged to the servitude of Space Security Services, a dangerous and unchecked contractor, the teeth they would rather keep hidden, are forced to show. The fight for their futures, comes from within just as much as it does from their enemies. Their loyalty isn’t rooted in their need for one another, but in trust.
8 83Sensus Wrought
Three millennia past, Gods descended and gave the world sensus. With their gifts came their primordial clash of notions, and so began the wars. Once, there was a place war dared not touch. Once, Evergreen was a haven for all the miscellaneous souls who did not care for the glory of their divine rulers. Once, for when Merkusian, Emporer of Evergreen, was slain, his empire fell into the hands of his widow and children, and thus morphed into the very thing he sought to protect his denizens from, twisting into a warmongering empire the likes of which had never been seen. Aki is stuck. Stuck in and as a Mud. He knows that'll change. Death or power will bring him rescue. Until then, he'll have to survive the road his ambition has chosen for him. It is a perilous path fraught with danger. Some might say it's an impossible path. He’d disagree. Knite is stuck. Stuck in a mask of his own creation. He knows that'll change. Time and opportunity will come and then he'll be free. Free to seek the revenge he so craves. He's never wanted anything more. His family introduced him to pain. He didn't much like their meeting—at first. His kin would rue that day, for he's made pain a friend.
8 160Beyond the Ordinary
A mysterious organisation is acquiring people. Why do they want them? Who are they? Is there any connection to the questions asked by astrophysics? Where do wrestling stars actually come from? Is cosplay just an excuse? What is the plural of elf? If you are short and bearded do you have to enjoy caves? At least one of these questions will eventually be answered. Any resemblance to a RPG is purely coincidental. No squirrels were harmed in the first few chapters of this story.
8 149airplane// mashikyu ff
"why can't I travel to Korea in peace?" 'An Airplane ticket for a tangled journey to find the author of his favorite book suddenly became a disaster.' Highest ranking ; #1 in Mashikyu #2 in Airplane A Yg Treasure Box Fanfic Started: 1/22/19 Ended: 2/7/19 Boy X Boy Mashiho X Junkyu
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