Randitty

Vanuva, lying in the mud, now raised herself up on an elbow. Her young, tight brown skin had gone ashen with the gods’ friendly ole’, ancient affliction. And the whites of her eyes lifted burgundy irises to the lavender sky. Vanuva made a quivering smile,… Read More

Welcome back to Kylo Ren-inspired fanfiction-writing time! Okay, I lied about the “emo” part. Eventhough the Twitter handle Emo Kylo Ren is pretty entertaining, your first fan-inspired story does not, I repeat, does not have to be at quite that level of annoying… Mainly, because… Read More

So, how do you break you off a piece of that hotline fanfiction bling? Inspired by Emo Kylo Ren’s popular Twitter feed, I’ve decided to share some tips on how to write your own fun parody story about your favorite television show, movie, video game… Read More

*approaches you at party* *clears throat* has anyone ever told you your eyes are the color of Darth Vader’s helmet glinting in the moonlight — Emo Kylo Ren (@KyloR3n) January 1, 2016 What do the twitter feed “Emo Kylo Ren,” Kassandra Claire’s “Very Secret Diaries,”… Read More

Saturna’s fairytale marriage to her prince lasts three days, then suddenly falls apart. She runs. He rages. Wounded King Vael’Kellen condemns Saturna’s heirs, calls her a useless sow and leaves her nothing but the rank mud at the far reaches of the empire to revel in. Queen Saturna embraces all the dark gifts that being ‘imperial enemy number one’ bring her: Saturna arms herself, raises an unstoppable legion of pig-riders and she owns her new, ugly name.

It was Kiyuu himself who poured Turim’s tea. Hot water over cracked bones and the dried marrow inside. The bowl overflowed, but she quickly lapped up what was left, around the sides. “Good girl…” he blessed her, then sat by her rock. “I will not… Read More

A nerdy, fangirl, bitch-spirational rant like you’ve heard before: It’s been my lifelong dream to be a writer, and Linkin Park’s song empowers me to open up, then push myself. Hard.

“Sister Mayja saw something more than the others who dreamed of Karen Jung. A place with lights and stone, like this one. A place where many humans were walking back and forth and working. And speaking to each other… calling it a probe. Speaking of… Read More