White Rose: Siblings, Drunkards, and News Please take a minute of your time to post your thoughts on this please. I've been writing this for about a year or so and I'd really like to see some input. [url=http://www.basilmarket.com/forum/1679639/0/White_Rose__Seeds_of_Insanity.html#]CH 1[/url] [url=http://www.basilmarket.com/forum/1686743/0/White_Rose__Time_of_Darkness.html#]CH 2[/url] [url=http://www.basilmarket.com/forum/1695763/0/White_Rose_Deaths_Eyes.html#]CH 3[/url] Chapter 4: Siblings, Drunkards, and News Phyyroz stood atop the highest tree in the Ellinian forests, surveying the land; from the sprawling canopy of his territory to the rolling meadows of the Archer’s home. The wind blew through the leaves, cooling the leaves and branc
Untitled: New story idea [header]New story I was thinking about starting... or I could weave it into my current novella/novel "White Rose". Tell me what you think. This is a first draft so, yes, there are MANY errors. xD Also, please tell me what you think about the last part. I'm not feeling too good about it and it seems cheesy. I'd like opinions though. Toodles![/header] [header]My friend originally posted it but he posted it at the wrong time and got little to no response so I thought I'd ask for myself this time.[/header] [i]Hush, little baby, don't say a word. [/i] [i]Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird[/i] [i]And if that mockingbird won't sing, [/i] [i]Papa's gonna buy you a di…amond… ring [/i] -- He sat on the cold, ear
The Liche King [b]Shoot wrong section, move to Art please mods![/b] This was my first attempt at a short story. Just something I cooked up to explain the comings of the Liche that haunts botters at Coolies. :D [header]The Liche King[/header] “Dad! Help me out here! Daniel won’t go to sleep!” Chris looked up from the scroll he was looking at and peered at his daughter over his frameless spectacles. “Where’s John?” “He’s still at work. They just got a new order for boots and he has to stay late all week.” Chris sighed and stood up, lumbering slowly towards his crying grandson. His joints groaned as Chris’ full weight shifted to his knees. He grimaced from the pain, his withered face scrunching up unconsciously, as he heade
Are we still unwanted? Are we Basil authors unwanted? I don't know whether to come back or not seeing as the numerous stories I've seen put up here have gotten little to no feedback.