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Ulfr

Joined July 2012.

16 stories, 0 challenges, 10 comments, and 2 friends

I am a writer. A writer of love, of light, of darkness, of heavy heart. I enjoy the darker side of stories, but I also love a healthy side dish of light-heartedness. I will rate occasionaly but not consistantly. I hope you enjoy my writtings, as I look forward to enjoying yours.

Stories

  1. The Madd Hatter: Part 2

    I sat down behind my workbench, lit my pipe, and grabbed my newest project. The top hat stood almost twenty-four inches, the top flaring to a staggering sixteen. The phonograph played “Falling” by a woman that called herself “Le Lapin Blanc”. I...

  2. The Madd Hatter

    Five years ago, I sat in a small two story building in London. The rain fell hard on the cobblestone street, and pitter pattered on the windows of my shop and home. The smell of glue and leather permeated the air with an underlying scent of smoke as th...

  3. Untitled Song

    This isn’t an average love song This is where it all went wrong this is where I learned Standing to close to flame might get you burned This isn’t an average love tale This is where it all went to hell This is how I learned my lesson This is why I

  4. I Need to Write

    I need to write I need to break this melloncholy silence, My mind has been to long filled with silence Filled with nothingness. The embers have all gone out Not even a faint glow eminates from the embers of thought, All is silent… The room is bla...

  5. Prey: Time to Collect

    I stare at my foe. He is dead, as is his steed. I, am alive, Fenrir is alive. Once again the shadows have aided us. But looking down at this young man it make me think. Will the shadows one day forsake us as well? Will we become the prey? Will the hunt...

  6. Death to the Poets: The Sound of Doom

    He marched down the street, followed by a column of soldiers, thirty in total. He looked left and right at the houses lining the cobbelestone street. The moon-shadows cast by these structures creating pockets of pitch blackness. Soon, his men would be ...

  7. Death To the Poets: Paper Flame

    “The rest of you search the rest of the houses here. No one leaves this street until all the buildings have been searched. Do you understand me?” “Yes sir!” Cried the soldiers The Captain watched as his men broke down the doors ...

  8. A Deadly Game

    In patient waiting I lie For my foe to pass me by, Like an unsuspecting sheep The wolf sharpens his teeth Now it is but a game For who can bide their time, A game of wits and skill To see whose is the final kill Time will soon expose The amateurs and t...

  9. In Memory of 9/11 Part 2

    When the dust settled A sorrowful sight was seen Only one tower was left, Standing on the scene Lo’ and behold, the second soon followed And again the dust, filled up the streets And now the sight was ever more sad For now no towers Stood tall on...

  10. In Memory of 9/11 Part 1

    11 yrs. ago That fateful day was marked To ring out through the ages A day of woe, remembrance, and dark A day like any other A day for work and life Was turned into a living hell …On the day the twin towers fell Some people stared, completely aw...

  11. Dawn of the Iconoclast: A Darkened Journey (11)

    (this was supposed to be #10 oops!) Traian moved through the woods. The terrain changing from wooded, grassy hills, to rocky slopes. Traian new what he was doing, but could not help feeling a little nervous. Scared even. Then before him arose a large r...

  12. Take Me Away

    Take me away, Take me from this heated light of day, Remove from this suffocation, Take me to where the rain is cool, Where the air smells of eden, And of summersongs, Where I can run forever, Not stopping unless I so choose, Only stopping for the musi...

  13. Poems From the Night

    The shadow realm beckons me. Once again my heart, mind, and soul answers its calling. Drawing me back into the realm of shadow and secrecy. My heart beams darkly as I return to the shadows. To my home of endless nightwalking and shadow-stalking. To the...

  14. Prey: The End of A Life

    My hand tightens its grip on the leather bound handle within. I dig my feet into the mud as my muscles tighten. Three paces. Lighting flashes once more and I see his face. A man no more than thirty five. A shame he must die so young. Two paces. The adr...

  15. Dawn of the Iconoclast: A darkened Journey (10)

    Traian moved through the woods. The terrain changing from wooded, grassy hills, to rocky slopes. Traian new what he was doing, but could not help feeling a little nervous. Scared even. Then before him arose a large rock face. The red of iron and black ...

  16. Prey

    Yes this is my first story and I am writting it in 1st person. Why? Because I feel it is easier to write from deep within when writting as the main character. Soon, very soon shall it be here. Not an animal, but a person. A human being whose life is co...

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