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{Note from the Author:  It seems the fire of creation has stirred me once again to write a new storyline.  For those that might care, there is a month-long writing contest similar to NanoWriMo going on at the writing website I frequent.  Head over to LegendFire and see what's happening there.  It's a small but dedicated community that wants to grow!  Now, on with the story; a sort of "

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{Author's Note:  So much for posting on a two-a-week basis.  It is certainly looking like two-a-year at this rate! Fear not, I will attempt to post more in the coming weeks/months, aiming for a post a week on this blog.  I hope you enjoy this little part I put together.} "Tell me, Saishi, which outcome you fear most,"  Urael whispered as the wind whipped across his aging, grey hair.  His eyes

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{Note from the Author: This work was in collaboration with one of my greatest friends whom I have ever had the honor of knowing. As soon as he gets his own website/blog up, I will link it here to give him credit. The scene is a very old one that I have revamped a little bit, but I think it still captures the essence of the original. If I get any requests for the original I will have to have

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{Note from the Author: I wanted to take a small, comprehensive look at each of the three main stories and talk briefly about the main characters and their motivations, which will give some background on what to expect from the small excerpts in the future. I'll post this under all three of the categories, so anyone who is interested in any one particular story can find them. The three shorts

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Hello all,I've returned to this blog (as I always do) with hopes that I can keep things updated as much as possible. I will be following a twice a week update schedule; Mondays (to give you something to "boost" the beginning of the week) and Thursday (to end the week with a bang)! Once again, I want to thank all of you for checking out my blog, and I hope to end this five month "dry spell" of

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"Technation." Evane spat on the cold ground, his mouth and nostrils filled with the stench of machine oil, rotting body parts, and desperation. The city-state dictatorship known as Technation resembled more a dying robotics facility than actual governship. Self-aware robots who had broken away from the Earth Federation's grasp a few centuries ago began experimenting with human body parts. Their

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{Note from the Author: Having your wisdom teeth removed, while a great diet plan, also sucks and puts all work on hold for nearly two weeks. Thankfully I'm back, and hope to be posting more Blue Phoenix updates in the future!This next piece focuses more on Evane as a character, sort of developing who he is through a small scene. One of my three main storylines, this world utilizes more

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What...did I see?Dameon awoke quickly, his heart pounding and mind racing. It was a vision; never the same, but always a single purpose. The shadows that covered his heart also covered those he saw, but he knew they all hated him. Red rage burned within them as brightly as it did inside of him. They had a singular wish for him to die by their tortuous malice. He couldn't draw his sword, or

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{Note from the author: Baen is a scholar and a very powerful arcanist. Originally from the now-fallen magocracy Bedune, he becomes fast friends with Ieh'son. This short details their first meeting after the tragic Grand Deception, a betrayal that led to the downfall of the mage nation Bedune.}It had been a very long time since Baen had felt the pull of magic as much as he had now. He was in his

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Hello Blue Phoenix Readers!,Firstly, I'd like to extend my thanks to everyone who has visited. I'm very glad that there are people who like to read my writing! If you truly do think that what I have posted so far is at least mildly interesting, I have a few requests;1. Tell people you know! You can post my website link on your Facebook wall so that your friends can see, or even use Twitter to

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{Note from the Author: Sometimes I'll post a little bit of "Behind-the-Scenes" look at the characters themselves. Dameon is the begotten son of a princess from one of the last Royal Families of Neilith and the Demon Lord Bel, one of the Commanders from the First Invasion by Hell of Neilith. The princess was brutally raped during the beginning of the First Invasion, and while the intrusion by Hell

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“You there, young man,” a bony finger lifted from a dark corner. Attached to the finger was a man who looked as ancient as some of the trees of the Northern Wood. He pointed at the young boy and wheezed through lungs that sounded as though they were on the brink of failing. Dameon stopped and looked up from his beer, dark eyes fixed on the man, “come here, and bring that sword too.” Puzzled,

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The Renaissance pulled slowly into orbit around the large, dark planet. Tel looked up from his control panels and brought down the RHUD. A million little lights invaded the cabin as vital statistics, important information, species, oxygen saturation, UV protection, atmosphere, and three dozen other real-time statistics invaded the captain's log. Tel's face went from uninterested to worried to

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In the ancient world of Neilith, the Blue Phoenix is a Monastery that stands as a last bastion of the Old Ways. Teaching the monks who live there to live a frugal life, they embody them with fantastic martial power, teaching them the fighting style of the Blue Phoenix.In this world, the Blue Phoenix is a place for myself to post tidbits of three worlds inside of my head. Each world is unique in

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He was starting to hate the rain. It always seems to make the pain worse. Now as he sat on the muddy ground with death all around him, the warrior figured that it would make it seem better. No such luck. The cold droplets hit his skin like a thousand arrows, puncturing more than just the small veil of warmth around him. The constant rain penetrated his soul and his thoughts, entering his mind and

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