Creative Variety...

PROWL - Meeting Master Julian

2008-04-14T01:37:40Z

Arrangements were made with Julian to bring additional guests to his party. Millard belonged to the vampire master, but that didn't mean he told him everything or that he didn't have his own agenda. He certainly didn't want his master to know that his guests were there to look for one of his clients, and he was certain that it was indeed one of the master's sycophants who had served as a catalyst for this latest spree of bloodshed. If he could determine who had an interest in weres, and who had been fulfilling that fantasy at Julian's, then he could narrow down who the were might be. Giving that much insight to Isabel would make them even, perhaps she would even owe him... and if so he knew what he wanted in return. The only question was whether or not Isabel and her new partner would be able to get it for him.
Millard went back to work, though really work involved his crossword puzzles and creating a list of tasks for his protege to accomplish before their next lesson. The jingingling of his door had him reaching for a pen without looking up. The delivery was signed for without even getting a blink from the wizard. He was used to getting gifts from his keeper. Julian was all about appearances, and Millard wasn't so it was natural for the vampire to dress him. He enjoyed being dressed almost as much as much as the vampire liked dressing him. It was all part of the game of ownership they played with each other.
He had several hours yet, but rose from his stool behidn the counter to lock the door to his shop. The sign was flipped to read "closed." He didn't have to show customers out, he didn't have any. Millard snagged his box and strode up to his back office, and from there he rounded the corner into it to take the stairs up to his apartment. The office had a neglected ficus and a coffee pot that was rarely used, but the desk was old... very old. Above stairs it was a simple one bedroom affair. It was tasteful since his mother had insisted on decorating it for him and his father had stocked his work room. They hadn't spoken to him since he'd met Julian, even taking on an outsider for a student instead of a cousin hadn't angered them as much as his lifestyle choices.
The box was taken into his bedroom/workroom and opened. Millard arched a brow and pursed his lips but he would wear it. A shower and a few business calls and he'd still have plenty of time to dress before Faraday and Isabel arrived.

( sorry for taking so long to contribute. It's been a rough few weeks which are only going to get worse because we're hitting peak at work this next week. But I'm still here I still love you both. P. S. It will help that I'll finish Lost Odyssey soon and won't be so caught up in that ))

RE: Digging in the darkness...(PRoWL) (Urban Fantasy)

2008-03-09T23:41:07Z

Flint digested her words about letting the people become faceless… had he allowed them to become just numbers and a job. She was right about one thing, he had been doing this for far too long. He was almost afraid that he was too good at it. He was not the top hunter for nothing.

He was looking at her and returning her serious look when the phone rang and he gave it to her. His face took on a serious look as he seemed to be deep within his thoughts. Already she was causing trouble for him. He was perfectly happy with the way he did his job but now… now she had to some along and throw emotions into mix… analyzing and everything… He shook his head to clear it, he didn’t have time for this.

He waited for her to finish the conversation and hang up the phone before he would speak. He looked her in the eye and with a cynical smirk, “Let’s see you have that attitude after the 10^th, 20^th or 30^th time out… but I forget, you can leave when you get bored or tired of doing this job.” He shook his head to dismiss whatever he was going to say next, “Anyway, we do have a job to do and I intend to do it to the best of my capabilities.” He pushed his chair away from his desk and stood up slowly, “I have someone who may or may not have any info and if she’ll help… that’s another story.”

He moved around his desk to Isabel’s side. He was almost uncomfortably close to her. He could smell her scent and it’s not at all what he expected… her being a vampire and all. It was almost intoxicating and that could be dangerous for him. He jerked his head towards the door, “Let’s go. We seem to have some time before we got meet your friend and I want to get this over with as soon as possible.”

He led her from the office down to his car. He started to open the door for her but realized she’d probably be amused and went around and got in on the driver side. He waited for her to get in before heading out of the parking garage and into the city… (TBC)

Digging in the darkness...(PRoWL) (Urban Fantasy)

2008-03-05T08:00:18Z

Isabel met Flint’s eyes as he described what their job was supposed to be. She figured that he would not be as concerned about the killer and in some ways she understood but she also heard the disillusionment in his voice. He had been doing the job for quite a while and it showed.

“Flint I know that stopping the killing is our first priority. But if I am right then the girl is a victim too and I will not give up on her so easily. You are right that it is not your job to care about why she did it. It should not be just a job Flint. You have been doing this for far too long if you are only looking at the surface of things. I am not saying that we let her get away to harm more people but that we put a little extra effort into stopping her short of killing her if possible. We are trying to bring about justice not just kill the killers. If we do not look at the cause then how do we begin to stop it from happening again? By learning what happened here we might be able to keep it from happening to another. When people become faceless to you then you are as much a killer as they are.”

Isabel gave him a serious look and slid off the desk as the phone rang. She lifted a brow at the look of surprise Flint gave her as he held out the phone to her. She was not completely surprised that Millard already knew where she was, he was if nothing else a master of information. As she listened to him she took a pen and some paper from the top of Flint’s desk and jotted down the numbers that she was given.

“Millard, it is so good to hear from you. I was just about to come see you. I sometimes wonder if you are not a bit psychic. I think I may need to call in that favor. I need you and Julian if he is willing, to check into the darker side of Julian’s business. If you help me find what I need I might even owe you a favor at the end of this assignment. We are looking for a female werecat with a reason to really hate men. She was likely very violently abused by a male for quite a while. Possibly even a sex slave situation. If you can find any information for me I will really owe you.”

Isabel gave him a few more details and her current cell number. A few more minutes were spent listening to what else he had to tell her and then she hung up the phone. Folding the paper with Millard’s number she put it in her pocket and turned to look at Flint.

“We can stop by Millard’s tonight and see what he has for us. Until then we can check on any other leads you have and see what else we can stir up. Unless you have something else in mind?”

RE: Digging in the darkness...(PRoWL) (Urban Fantasy)

2008-02-27T22:10:55Z

Flint couldn’t help but be impressed with Isabel’s attitude. He was glad to see her seemingly dive into this with a gusto. It’s been a while since he had felt a freshness about his job… he guessed that he was living vicariously though her. She had a fresh attitude about the job and that was something that he hadn’t felt in a long time about his work.

He went to his desk and began working on and going over a few reports as she went over their latest case. He felt her move to his desk and sit on the corner. He saw the way she moved out the corner of his eye and force himself to finish what he was doing before he looked up to her and gave her his full attention.

He leaned back in his seat as she gave him her rundown of the situation. “A female werecat? Great… and one who is enraged and hurting mentally… because by now, any physical injuries would long have been healed. Great… just freaking great.” He ran his hand through his hair and sighed softly and leaned forward to her, “Isabel, you have to remember here that stopping her is our main job. I don’t really care why she did it. That’s not my job.” His voice was a little cold about the job as he spoke, “We were called on to put an end to what is going on. So, I can’t say that my priority is why she did anything. If she attacks, I will put her down. Plain and simple.”

He nodded as she mentioned taking a trip. He looked at her thoughtfully as her words registered in his mind. He had his own contacts and it was only right that she apparently had her own as well. “A trip… alright. We may as well hit contacts and see what we can find out. We need to have someplace to start hunting her.”

Introduction of a Wizard (PRoWL...Urban Fantasy)

2008-02-25T00:26:06Z

         Pembroke's Tomes of Antiquity was one of those hole in the wall shops in the heart of historic downtown Denver. It was a magical mystery why the shop was still there or how it stayed in business considering there were never any customers. Every once in awhile someone would stumble in to look at the books, but when they saw the prices on some of the leather bound volumes they quickly left again. Their departure was always heralded by the tinkling of the bells hanging on the door and a raised eyebrow from the stuffy clerk who never moved from behind the counter. The window had a few books spread out on velvet cloth on display, and the shop was wall to wall shelves with more books and even more dust. There was a fire place with two chairs, a few tables with more books on display, and a mysterious door that lead to the back and the living quarters up above. There had never been a break in, there would never be a break in, and woe to anyone who entered the shop intending harm to the clerk or his treasured volumes.
         The clerk came from an unfortunate family; unfortunate in that he'd been named Millard Phineas Pembroke III after his father and his grandfather. With such a stuffy and old-fashioned name he could do nothing else but be a stuffy, uptight clerk in a dusty shop selling stuffy books. It was truly unfortunate that such a name was continually passed down; and if Millard ever had a son of his own he was going to break with tradition. But appearances were deceiving. The Pembrokes were a very old magical family that sometimes tread the borderline of legality. It wasn't that they were criminals or broke the law, and they were all registered as magic users in the system, but they catered to both the moral and immoral aspects of the magical community and weren't opposed to whatever means were necessary to reach their goals. Other than their children, they all took on at least one apprentice during their lifetime. It was another way Millard broke from tradition, he was on his third pupil (a very promising young lady). He had ties to every one of importance in Denver and even more intimate ties with the nightwalkers.
         Millard sat behind his counter with the crossword puzzles from five different news papers spread out around him. He looked lanky and a bit rumpled in his slacks, turtle neck, and blazer with suede patches at the elbow. His pale blonde hair was up in a messy ponytail and bright-intelligent blue eyes hidden behind thick framed reading glasses. Really it was all for appearances sake, though he didn't have much of an eye for fashion and the only time he was even remotely instyle was when his lover dressed him up for a night on the town. Pembroke was tall and lean, and had a carefully hidden vanity that liked the tight, trendy clothes. He liked having his nose in everyone's business. He liked being the go to guy, and he loved his books and his little shop. His income came from information and from auctioning off antique books to the right buyers. He did ply his skills as a wizard for hefty sums of money, but mostly he spend his time and energy teaching.
         A few final clicks of his mouse and he completed his latest purchase online before reaching for his phone. He hefted the cordless handset and dialed the number he'd been given early that morning. It wasn't her number, but she was there and he was going to adore startling her and reminding her that he was a useful friend to have. "Isabel Marquessa please, Mr. Faraday." A pause and then he smiled at the sound of her voice. "Bella. We haven't spoken in a while. I wanted to congratulate you on your new job and remind you that I'm here and I owe you a favor. If you need me I can be reached at my shop or I finally gave in and got a cell phone.... let me give you the number... "

Digging in the darkness...(PRoWL) (Urban Fantasy)

2008-02-24T23:59:34Z

Isabel smiled at his reaction to her being able to eat, well it did tend to throw people off guard. And it was a great way to hide in plain sight since like Flint most people believed vampires could not eat at all. When he swore he would never ask her to bite him she gave him a look that was sure to make him think that she knew the truth in his thoughts. There was only a look however and then she reached over and picked up the folder and began shuffling through it.

"I am sure that we shall both have questions as we go along. As for now I am sure that we actually have desks to work at and not just stand around in the break room correct?”

She followed him out the door and to a desk near his without a word more. More than a few people stopped what they were doing and stared at her as she followed him with deadly grace. Even relaxed as she was she looked like a wolf prowling amongst the sheep. She might be in sheep’s clothing but her attitude was all wolf. Isabel settled at the desk Flint pointed to when they entered the office and spread out the information. She looked closely at the photos, both those before the coroner had cleaned up the victims and those taken after. She looked at the wounds, the surrounding areas, even the state of the victims clothing. She could see the rage involved in the killings… it was more than just a were out of control on the full moon. She spent an hour in silence except for her pen on paper before she finally looked up at Flint and spoke in the silence.

“I think it is a werecat and I think she is female. There is just too much rage and emotion in these murders for it to be male. Further more the claw marks are too small for wolf and don’t really hold the depth they would if a male had put his strength behind it. All the victims are male of a certain type and the genitalia are ripped off suggesting that our killer was once a victim… likely of a sexual assault and it may well have driven her insane. Since werecat females are very sensual by nature I would venture a guess that what happened to her was very violent thus her warped need for vengeance. Flint if I am right we need to find this girl as much for her own needs as well as the need to stop anymore murders.”

With a sigh she gathered up the papers and was across the room and at the edge of his desk in mere seconds. She scooted some papers out of the way and sat on the corner as she looked over at what he was working on. She waited only a moment and closed the file he was looking through at the time.

“We need to take a trip.” She was about to leave it at that and then realized more of an explanation might get better results. “We need to go see Julian and Millard. Millard is a man of much information and Julian.... well … Julian is in touch with people with exotic tastes. It is possible he may have knowledge of the type of people who could have turned our girl into a killer.”

Isabel was already determined to try and save as well as stop the killer. She was convinced that there was more to the case that met the eye.

re: Getting to know you....(PRoWL...Urban Fantasy)

2008-02-16T23:10:07Z

Faraday carefully listened to Isabel as she spoke. He hated that he had to be on extra guard but for now, he had to… he just had to be careful with her. He hoped that he would not be this way the whole time they worked together but he had not lived as long as he had, doing what he did for a living without more than a little paranoia.

He listened and tried to not react as she spoke of her motives and habits. He mentally grimaced as he was learning new things about her and her kind. Of course he didn’t believe all the old myths about vampires but he had been sure they needed blood to survive. Finding out that they didn’t need to feed to survive was quite a shock. So much for stopping a vampire by depriving them of blood.

The more she spoke, the more he began to come to the conclusion that he would have no problem with working with her… she was a hunter, born and bred… and after all, wasn’t that what he had become in his time since working for PRoWL?

He was about to respond to her offer for other questions when she popped the chocolate into his mouth. He couldn’t help but allow his mouth to drop open. She… she had just eaten a piece of chocolate. She had eaten real food… this wasn’t covered in the myths… and he had never learned that fact. But here it was before him, a real vampire eating real food. Well, chalk that one up to someone needed to update the field manual on vamps!

He coughed when he noticed that she had saw how he looked at her and then he smiled slightly, “You’ll have to pardon my expression but I never… well, frankly, I never ever expected to see a vampire eating… I don’t believe many of the old myths but this was never expected.”

“Frankly, I can say that my instincts tell me to trust you at your word. I have learned to trust them over the years. You are a hunter and as such, you will follow your instincts. Who am I to try to FULLY restrain you? WE are the last line of defense… by the time we are called, it’s time to eradicate the problem. As for asking to bite you, I will not be asking for that… ever.” A small voice in the back of his mind made fun of him because it knew that somewhere… deep inside… he found the prospect a bit exhilarating… to be with this luscious creature.

“Now, about those questions, I don’t have any right now… I suspect that I will have more as we work together. Don’t you?”

He smiled at her fully for the first time before he tossed a folder on the table and it slid across to her, “Our first case… you might want to read up on it. Seems like we have a serial killing were creature out there and it’s time for us to do our work.” He had already been over the gruesome file and wanted her to go over it for her opinions. It was filled with pictures of what was left and reports on what had happened up to date.

re: Getting to know you....(PRoWL...Urban Fantasy)

2008-02-16T07:22:23Z

Isabel laughed softly and changed her demeanor suddenly from sultry minx on the prowl to relaxed hunter. She appeared very aware of her surroundings, on guard but not on edge. She had that look of a warrior, that she could kill as easy as breath and yet she was also in complete control. She was a different woman standing beside him now, one who was all about business.

“I think we shall be able to work together very well. I am impressed with your ability to overcome seduction. Lesser men have begged for what you have so casually turned down. This is very good. We cannot have you falling at my feet every time I use compulsion to control our enemies. I am relieved to find you are practical about my need to feed. I prefer to feed on those who deserve to die when possible. However for your knowledge I do not need to kill to sustain my life, in fact I prefer not to kill while feeding. I find thrill in the hunt more than the kill when it comes to feeding. When it comes to taking down those who harm others for no reason I take a great deal of pleasure in the kill. I suppose you might say that is what helps me balance my instincts with my conscience.”

She walked around the room peeking in cabinets and drawers as she spoke. She lightly ran her fingers over everything as if everything were interesting and worth committing to memory.

“You need not worry either about me abandoning you in the middle of a fight. When I commit myself to something I stay with it until it is done. If I choose to stop working with you I will be letting you know when we are at the office not when we are in the field. You also do not need to worry about me biting you. You will have to ask me for it if you want it. I will tell you a secret. If I ever bite you it will give me some control over you… however it will also give you some protection against all other forms of mind control. I would be the only one able to control you afterward. However you will have to make that decision for yourself. Have you any other questions before we get to work?”

As she waited she picked up a piece of chocolate from a candy dish on the table, unwrapping it she slipped the tiny square between her lips and sighed happily. Some might consider her a monster but she was still a woman and loved chocolate.

Getting to know you....(PRoWL...Urban Fantasy)

2008-02-14T00:45:16Z

    Yeah, as he suspected, her voice was as sultry as she was but he had to make himself ignore that for now. This was supposed to be all business and he was known as one who handled his business efficiently and quietly. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been assigned to her... he hoped that was the case. He couldn't recall pissing anyone off badly enough that they would assign him Isabel as a partner as a punishment... would they?

    He took a sip of his coffee as he watched her as she spoke. He tried to not let her words effect him too much but he did enjoy it that she thought he was handsome. He felt himself smiling and took another drink to cover it up. As she leaned back to tell her tale, he leaned back to listen to her. He even chuckled as she mentioned how easy it was for her to hunt humans.

    As she finished, he rinsed his own mug and turned it upside down to let it dry out. "Isabel, believe me when I say I want this to go as easy as possible but, I believe that it would be in both of our best interests if you would keep your fangs to yourself. I'm sure I'm considered competent or else I wouldn't have been partnered with you. This means that someone, somewhere believes that I should be able to handle myself when it comes to you. Whether or not this is true..." He shrugged and let that hang in the air for a few moments.

    He took a slight breath, "Our job is to hunt and stop those beings who are breaking the laws and your feeding on the isn't exactly on the top of the list for what happens to them once they are caught. What happens during the hunt, that's another story..." He paused a moment to allow a lil bit of that to sink in because he knew what her needs were and Flint was anything if not practical. If allowing her to feed on someone while hunting helped keep her in check, he wasn't above that. "So, I supposed that in that aspect, it would be a win/win situation for us all. As for being bored... well, I guarantee that this job will have it's exciting moments but also has boring ones. I hope that being bored doesn't mean that you will leave me just flapping in the breeze when you suddenly find this job boring?"

Getting to know you....(PRoWL...Urban Fantasy)

2008-02-13T09:23:27Z

Isabel smiled as she took his hand into her and looked him over. Ice blue eyes devoured him from head to toe and back again with obvious approval. There was more than amusement in her gaze as she slid her hand from his in a caress. Her voice was rich and sultry as she spoke with just a slight accent that would be hard to place.

“I suppose you will do for now Flint. You may call me Isabel. It is a pleasure to meet you as well. I hope you are as competent as you are handsome… if you are we should get along just remarkably well.”

She took a moment and rinsed out her mug and put it on a shelf and then she walked around him again with hunger in her eyes… what type of hunger remained to be determined as she licked her lips slightly.

“This could be very easy you know. I won’t promise I won’t bite but I can promise you would like it.”

Coming back around him she leaned casually against the counter and toyed with the silver chain around her neck.

“Hmmm… why am I here? That is a very good question with many answers. However I like you so I will tell you the truth. I am bored. I need some excitement in my life and I am basically a good person and so hunting humans just for entertainment just won’t do. Besides they are ridiculously easy to catch. Were’s and Elves are harder and taste just delicious but your government frowns on such things and I like living. I could hunt other Vampires but most of them are like I am, just surviving so there does not seem to be much point to it. So instead I come here. I will hunt your villains, I get to taste some exotic blood which I adore and I do not have your people hunting me and taking up my time so we all win, yes?”
Isabel raised a brow at him in question.

RE: The Introduction... ((PRoWL, Urban Fantasy))

2008-02-12T00:06:40Z

     Flint had asked in his snarky, yet not impolite way, if anyone had seen the person... being, whatever, that he was supposed to be partnered with. He was given directions and found his way with an easy familarity. All along the way, he tried mentally preparing and steeling himself for his first meeting with this, Isabelle.

     As he turned the corner, he thought he was prepared but he wasn't. He stopped almost in the doorway and took her in slowly from head to toe. He took a deep breath as she said her name. He did manage to keep his facial expressions to merely an arch of an eyebrow when his male instincts kicked in full force. Standing there wrapped from head to toe in leather, she was drop dead gorgeous (she's a vampire). He couldn't help but be caressed by her voice, (SHE'S a vampire). He inhaled slightly and even though his senses were not as enhanced as a vamps or were's, he could still smell the musky, earthy pheremones that she was spitting out (SHE'S A VAMPIRE!!!).

     At last he managed to squash all but his business instincts. This seemed like it took an eternity but it all happened in the blink of an eye. This was going against all he believed in but he had no say in the assignments from the higher ups. He knew that he would just have to watch his front and his back now. He smiled in his lop-sided way and took her offered hand into his to her, "Flint Faraday, but most folks just call me Faraday. Can't say I was expecting this but...pleased to meet you."

     After the handshake, he stepped around her to grab himself a cup of coffee. He poured it into the cup and turned to face her as he took a sip of the straight black coffee. His eyes darted to her cup and he didn't even want to think about what she had in there. He took another drink and cleared his mind of that. If he had to be in this, he needed to try to stay focused. So, he lifted his head and dared to look her in the eyes. "Alright Isabelle, I know this isn't gonna be easy for either of us so we may as well get started... But before we do, I have a question. Why the hell are you here?"

The Introduction... ((PRoWL, Urban Fantasy))

2008-02-11T08:50:43Z

Isabel yawned as she pulled a cup of AB negative out of the Microwave in a mug that said “I don’t do mornings!” on it and had a picture of grouchy looking dragon. She almost smiled as the sweet taste of diabetics blood flowed over her tongue. She tried not to indulge her craving for exotic blood often but it was in everyone’s best interest that she allowed herself the treat that evening. She had been filling out paperwork since 2 pm, which had meant that she had been forced to get up at the ungodly hour of noon to arrive on time. The people at the Paranormal Regulation of World Legends Organization or PRoWL had a lot to learn about working with vampires. No decent person should have to get up before sundown and she informed PRoWL that if they expected her in before 6pm again someone had better be dying or else someone would be.

Isabel had no idea what she had been thinking when she had offered her services to PRoWL. Actually she did know what she had been thinking. She was bored, bored nearly to tears. After 536 years of living there was not much that interested her anymore. Even the hunt had grown a bit boring. PRoWL was going to give her the chance to hunt the only thing that was still a challenge. Fellow vampires and other supernatural beings at least presented a challenge for her skills. And there was the added fact that magic added a special zing to the blood. She was not about to mention that to PRoWL however. They had been nervous enough at her offer to help and they had no idea about all of her skills. They thought that she was only 135 and that she knew tae kwon do and how to shoot a shotgun without missing. There was really no reason to make them any more nervous than necessary. Those two skills and her natural abilities already put her ahead of all but the upper echelon of their fighting ranks. This was why she was supposed to have one of their best as her keeper… or as they called it, her partner.

Speaking of blood she looked up as she smelled elf and smiled revealing the tips of her fangs and licked her lower lip catching the last drop of blood from her mug. Talk about exotic. His scent alone was going to be a torturous pleasure each night. Standing there caressed in black leather she raised a brow at him and held out a hand as she wondered if he could be enticed to let her have a taste.

“Isabel Marquessa.”

The Beginning... ((Modern Supernatural))

2008-02-10T22:14:39Z

Flint sat at the desk he so rarely used in the office that he tried to be in as little as possible. Being in the office meant paperwork and he hated paperwork. Anytime he was in the office and someone dropped something off, he dreaded it because it usually didn't mean good news.. for him at least. He looked at the memo in his hand and this time was no different than any other.

He looked down and reread it again... they were giving him a new partner and he read it a third time to make sure that he had read that right. He was being teamed up with a VAMPIRE?! His hand ran through his hair as he sighed softly at this news. He was used to hunting them down, not working with them. He groaned slightly as the thought, ~How was this even going to work out? Vampires are temperamental... they are stubborn.. they are dangerous and deadly!~ He knew that he was going to have to be doubly cautious, not only because of their assignments but merely with his partner as well.

~Well,~ he thought, ~no sense in putting this off any longer than necessary...~ He got up to his feet and suppressed the grimace that felt coming on as he left his office. Time to go track down his new partner and just see how bad this was going to be...

Light in the Darkness...

2008-02-09T02:57:57Z

Just a little story I am working on in my spare time. Would love to hear how anyone likes it...

Light in the Darkness

Block Breaker 1

2008-02-08T23:18:24Z

Writing Prompt of the Week!!

I know that everyone can get busy and sometimes it is hard to come up with ideas for a daily story so I am going to post prompts to help get past the writer's block once a week. This week's prompt is...

Choices.

I look forward to seeing what everyone can do with this.

Inspiration....

2008-01-29T05:56:17Z

     I have joined several communities on Live Journal and one of the things I like best are the Prompts and Ideas to help bust through writer's block. So on that note I am going to try and post a prompt here at least once a week. Occasionally I will add a few other ideas or interesting tidbits of encouragement as I come across them. To start I am going to post 2 of my favorite prompts that I have come across so far.

1. Sell your soul....
2. Box in the Attic....

    I hope everyone comes up with some wonderful stories.

Welcome to Creative Variety!

2008-01-27T00:47:32Z

This is a group of no specific genre for those writer's looking for a small group of quality writers. To help keep things simple when you start a storyline put in the heading the name of the story and genre... ((Ex. A New Beginning...(Fantasy Storyline) )) Feel free to talk shop but make sure you label ((Shoptalk)) for those who might just wish to read the stories and not the mundane stuff. The main purpose of this group is for everyone to have fun and to get their Variety all in one place. Anything is up to your discretion that you choose to write about just make sure you clear major things with your writing partners. Please also label your subject heading if you have excessive violence, Mature situations or anything else someone might consider objectionable as a common courtesy to the other writers. Also remember when giving opinions, constructive criticism or comments be kind and keep it positive. Well that is it... hope everyone has fun.