Tales of Eversparkle: Chapter 2, Book 1, Volume 15

Start the story from the beginning: Tales of Eversparkle: Preface



Chapter 2: Defending Against Ninjas

“Where am I?” Mandy asked.

“Eversparkle, child. The land of dreams, love, and absolute fools,” she cackled back. “For only fools dare to dream and love in Eversparkle.”

Mandy noticed distractedly that the woman was missing a bottom tooth, but her otherwise straight-as-a-picket-fence smile gleamed off-white-yellow in the light of the fire.

The woman took another swig from her gourd and offered it to Mandy. “Drink. You must be parched! It sure was a scorcher today wasn’t it! It almost hit 50 Sperks!”

Mandy had no idea what that was supposed to mean and proceeded to scoot away from the proffered hand, eyeing the gourd suspiciously. “I don’t trust strangers,” she said with half-believed conviction. She felt six again.

The old woman just shined a smile Mandy’s way, not at all offended by her brusqueness. “Well, let me introduce myself then. I am Priscilla Appletree, lover of art and nature, and an old woman with a fancy for hallucinogenic substances. I’ve traveled to the end of Eversparkle and back, but consistently find myself drawn back to the woods of Westwind. I’m a master brewer of potions that can help young women to fall in love and turn princes into frogs. People of the kingdom know me as the Witch of Westwind Woods, but you may call me Priscilla. Or Ma’am. Ahaha!”

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Denisey’s Depressing Poetry 2

Ok, so I was going through some of my old poems, and I made myself thoroughly depressed. Just thought I’d share the moment with you guys.


It weighs heavily inside my throat,
A clogged drain, the words are stuck
Somewhere beneath all that I can’t say
Against you.
It puts me in a position I don’t want to be,
On opposite sides of a divide.
I want to come out the winner,
But at what cost, I still am not sure.
My jealously and control however,
Are Second in place to my affection,
And Third in place to your betrayal.


Denisey’s Depressing Poetry 1

Hi guys, since I’ve been analyzing poetry of a sort (*cough* haikus *cough*) I thought in order to keep posting on this site and keep it somewhat subsisting, I’d post some poetry! But just to let you know, I only ever write poetry when I’m upset, angry, or any other kind of depressing mood. Hence the title. Only catch is that I could have written these anywhere from age 14 to today, so the context is somewhat hidden.

So here’s post one! Enjoy, and know that after reading, you have probably lived a much better day!




Confrontation bequeaths confirmation.

Conviction fades from your heart.

You’re left with nothing, as if it was nothing.

What you’d only conceived, you finally concede,

Though the road ended long ago.




Chapter Eight: How to Play a Fool

I FINALLY POSTED. This chapter has two perspectives. It starts of with Lander May then switches to Rita Lauren.

Start the story from the beginning Chapter One: Rita Lauren)


Chapter Eight: How to Play a Fool

(Lander May)

I am surprised to hear Lauren sing up on that stage. It is refreshing to know there is a side of her that is not all down-to-business cop. She has always had a pleasant, fair speaking voice, but when she sang…wow. Let’s just say I’m impressed.

Impressed by only her singing, mind you. While I have been off playing detective, what has she been up to besides showing off her vocal cords (and no doubt, the extravagant dress and jewelry she is wearing during the performance). I am curious as to what information she pulled out of Guy Jones. There must be some reason she is working here right now. I will not give away her cover though. The hidden glares she sends my way (which I can sense, without needing to see them) have assured me of keeping my mouth tightly shut.

I motion to Jeff and we both make our way out of the club. The night air is brisk but not chilly, perfect for a stroll on this summer night. But where shall I take a stroll to?

Well, in this part of town, all the young and restless with too much money in their hands are probably out-and-about this weekend. And I have no plans to contact Lauren until tomorrow. What’s a blind man to do but to casually listen in on some gossip? Continue reading «Chapter Eight: How to Play a Fool»

Chapter 7: And Down We Fall

( Feel free to continue the story any time – or join in by making a character on the character page titled Roleplay Fanfiction Characters. Start the story from the beginning Chapter 1: The River)


So…this chapter is a bit…different. O_o  I apologize in advance…


Venkat Darkrider waits against the thick trunk of a tree in the still of the night. The fog is heavy, the air is biting, and unknown dangers lurk in the darkness. But he welcomes each of them all the same.

He hears footsteps approach him, dainty but laced with swagger, and recognizes them as coming from his traveling companion, the Gumpaler. Though they had both agreed on this course of action, she is still an unknown threat to him and cannot be trusted, so he keeps his grip steady on his crossbow and his mind tuned as she makes her way nearer.

She comes to a stop in front of him, somehow easily making out his location in such indiscernible obscurity. “It’s done. Even if he somehow survives that, he is in no condition to stay with us,” she explains.

Darkrider finally looks up and acknowledges her presence. “You didn’t cleanly finish the job? I thought that’s what assassins do.” Continue reading «Chapter 7: And Down We Fall»