tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217567090737951282009-03-01T16:29:59.577-08:00The Apocalyditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15124497799185598563theapocalydite@yahoo.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756709073795128.post-68928584456548477912008-04-17T07:49:00.000-07:002008-04-22T14:44:19.781-07:00<p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>The Twins </strong><span style="font-size:78%;">by Reklaw</span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Two identical sisters, differing only in personallity. <strong>Flora*</strong> was good, but <strong>Fauna*</strong> was very bad. Whenever Fauna did something, Flora would get blamed for it. No matter what she did, she couldn't prove her innocence. Flora loved her sister very much but she couldn't take this injustice anymore. She decided to turn the tables. With the aid of a witch, whatever punishment she received for her sister's crimes, Fauna would feel the same pain. But when the spell gets out of hand, Flora wants everything back to the way it was-but Fauna has other plans when she finds out what happened. *<span style="font-size:78%;">working names</span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">More to come when I get a chance...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And here they are. . .</span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>The Puppeteer</strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong> </strong>by Reklaw</span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">A puppeteer learns a valuable lesson from his star attraction.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>3rd Party Deity Adventures-First Story(The Trial of the Disector)</strong> <span style="font-size:78%;">by Reklaw</span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">The trial of an abuser of animals insues featuring the 3rd Party Deity.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>The Mask Witch </strong><span style="font-size:78%;">by Reklaw</span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Different men fall in love with each persona of a witch who specializes in changing faces.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Sands of Medusa </strong><span style="font-size:78%;">by Reklaw</span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">The victims of Medusa are ground down and their powder is used to control the seas that are tainted with the tears of the victims' loved ones.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>The Madman's Eye </strong><span style="font-size:78%;">by Reklaw</span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">A man being haunted by his dead mother seeks help from a young witch with the only the instruction to find the Madman's Eye.</span></p><p align="center"><strong></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And that's all I have so far.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I look very forword to start writing more soon.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Til then,</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Upon Request,</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Storyteller Reklaw</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421756709073795128-6892858445654847791?l=reklawtales.blogspot.com'/></div>The Apocalyditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15124497799185598563theapocalydite@yahoo.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-421756709073795128.post-24687995084075514232008-04-10T11:56:00.000-07:002008-04-22T14:41:16.782-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Just beyond the Place of Rest but before the World of Renewal, exists the home of a Storyteller. Her past is as misty as the morn, no one really knows how she came to be there, she just is. The villagers fear her, but need her.<br /><br />The dark beings that live just outside the Outskirts live to devour anyone that passes their way. The only way to keep the evil out, is to appease them with a story once every moon. If they like the story, they leave the villagers alone to pass through their lands, but if they don't, they satisfy their hunger on the children.<br /><br />That's when they called unto the Storyteller to take on the task. She at first was hesitant. She said she didn't care what happened to the villagers since they didn't care what happened to her. But when the children who enjoyed the stories she told them begged her to help, she gave in and accepted the responsibility.<br /><br />After that, every moon the Listeners would come to the village Story house to hear their story. And it's been like that ever since, for as long as the children, now old and have great grandchildren of their own, can remember. But it's always the same Storyteller, she never seems to grow a day older, just tired and keeps to herself when she's not needed.<br /><br />These are her stories...I hope you enjoy them.<br /><br />Upon Request,<br /><br />Storyteller Reklaw</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/421756709073795128-2468799508407551423?l=reklawtales.blogspot.com'/></div>The Apocalyditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15124497799185598563theapocalydite@yahoo.com0