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Celtic Britannia - 398 ADA Chapter by Alex WThe beginning of the story, focusing on the main character Turi. |
Chapter 1: An Anoon AwakeningA Chapter by UnfinishedArtsA man struggles with fear and reason as he is forced to use a supernatural gift to fight an ancient evil. |
The Anoon Awakening (working title)A Book by UnfinishedArtsA man struggles with fear and reason as he is forced to use a supernatural gift to fight an ancient evil. |
The Coming of Columba.A Story by Ken Simm.A letter about the loss of one faith and the start of another. |
SidheA Poem by CaricatureTo the Otherworld,The Land of Sidhe.Over the hedge you'll be,Faeries you'll see.Those Faeries dance,Forever young and immortal.Don't intrude on their .. |
A Celtic JourneyA Story by John EdwardsHuge fan of the Irish vocal group Celtic Woman. Wrote this in anticipation of seeing them this past St Patrick's Night in Wallingford, CT. |
Love That BindsA Story by Beautiful BratA piece about two young lovers. [Supernatural/Romance/UNFINISHED] |
The Rowan's LullabyA Poem by Elaenor AislingThe raven flies o're yon Rowan treeWhere beneath your cradle liesIt's branches sing a gentle songA haunting lullabyIt should be church bells that you .. |
Seven Spectral: Red WorldA Book by SevenSpectralEmerald Drizzleweather Bogwater has an unfortunate name, unfortunate red hair, and an unfortunate tendency to rebel. In a Green World with green rules.. |
Seven Spectral: Red World - Chapter IA Chapter by SevenSpectralThis is the first chapter of my young adult fantasy novel, 'Seven Spectral: Red World'. See what you think! If you like it, check out the TRAILER at w.. |
The Willow MaidA Book by Beautiful BratBased off the song: "The Willow Maid" by Erutan / Katethegreat19 |
Part 1 - Breaking FablesA Chapter by Beautiful BratOur First Hero ventures through the woods which is rumored to hold a powerful witch. |
Eyes fleeting linger - Anam Cara !A Poem by Bewitching SensationsEyes fleeting linger.. what takes place? |
PrologueA Chapter by Hannah L. WilliamsIt was so dark outside, so incredibly dark. My hand wasn’t visible to my face, yet, I felt as if I were glowi.. |
BreezeA Poem by Lorraine Hamptonsometimes the simplest things are the most enjoyable. |