Peredhil

Pulls his hair slightly who was the person? where is the device? (loved it by the way) more! more!

Muses briefly This could be a side effect of the Family feeling and support at the Pen. When depressed, we write and share and gather the strength to face the world again. When happy - we go out and live - and forget to write. Just a theory.

Looks startled as he gets credit for all of them. These were from a contest! I'd love to have the wit to have written most of these.

wow. Evocative and wonderful. I really WAS hooked from the first paragraph! Falls over dead, the Phoenix Flame having consumed his Politely Dark heart.

Laughs delightedly Sorry, I just offer the emotional side of the house. "I liked it or I didn't" kind of comments. The serious writers who can give feedback, (Cyril, Justin, Yui, Zool, Xradion, or Wyvern spring to mind,) usually aren't on until the afternoon or evening if at all. Looks around People? A cry for constructive criticism!

Wow! I like this, driving rhythmn and alliteration used really well! You don't post at the Pen often, but when you do, it's always quality stuff! -Peredhil

These are entries to a competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line but the least romantic second line: Some contain Rude language, I crave your indulgence and patience in advance - Peredhil ~~~ Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss but I only slept with you, because I was pissed I thought that I could love no other Until, that is, I met your brother Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head. Of loving beauty you float with grace If only you could hide your face Kind, intelligent, loving and hot This describes everything you are not I want to feel your sweet embrace But don't take that paper bag off of your face I love your smile, your face, and your eyes- Damn, I'm good at telling lies! My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife: Marrying you screwed up my life I see your face when I am dreaming That's why I always wake up screaming My love you take my breath away What have you stepped in to smell this way My feelings for you no words can tell Except for maybe "go to hell" What inspired this amorous rhyme? Two parts vodka, one part lime

This is like a zipped file - each line shows a full picture and story to me. It does feel like an intro instead of complete. Distracted as I am, I had to read it a few times just because of formatting - maybe break up the paragraph a little? Really good stuff. -P

I liked it then, I like it now It's easier to read for me somehow Could be my short attention span could be it's completed encapsulated old man. S'good. -P

I picked up the Elrond nickname from friends back in 1972, as a combination of being a Tolkien Loremaster and giving advice that turned out to be good. Elrond Peredhil was therefore a Player Character(PC)/Non-Player Character (NPC) of mine in my first world I ran in 1978. In other words, PC for me, but NPC for others to meet. It was a strange world, mixed Tolkein and Howard's Conan. Peredhil means "half-elf". Elrond passed from world to world, and universe to universe as I played other's worlds, in one form or another. When I needed an internet handle, I used Peredhil - combined with the number 31, which had several connotations to me at the time. When I hit Archmage - it coincided with the 31st world occurance of Elrond, and I already had the email account to support him. For trivia buffs, Guido and Nuncio were picked up in about world 11 or 12. I'd have to check my records. They are Giant Guinea Pigs, licensed bodyguards from the Universe: Fractured Fairy Tales.

Wow. I can see the goats and feel the grass. Brings back memories. The contrast with the end is even more shocking given the picture of happiness that came before. I think most adults fighting the meaningless of the Rat Race can find an echo of understanding in your closing paragraph. In my experience, the only meaning is in helping others grow into what they can be - not into self or society's expectations. Hang in there. Good work! We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to. W. Somerset Maugham

you need to keep writing. Not as much to improve, (although growth never ends), but to feed my growing appetite for your works... -P

Intense. I could see this as a monolouge, with different colored spotlights for the inner dialogue. Might want to edit and clean up the spelling.

Peredhil wanders in, removes his sunglasses and carefully wipes the dust fastidiously from his shoes. Guido and Nuncio are nearly back-to-back, looking all ways as they remain 'ON' despite what their Boss has said. A string of Breselith's Floating Disks carrying baggage float like pearls on an invisible string behind them. Elrohir has already slipped in and set up the series of room, while Elladan is still back at the old site doing something about which that the others aren't sure they want to know. Peredhil here. Polite Ancient will do nicely. Posts? A bunch. Thank you to Hanna for all the enormous work while juggling other pressures and stresses as well. A truly noble gift. See Rune in the crowd and begins working his way through to give her a hug. Chaos ensues as the luggages writhes through after him. Nuncio begins to cry...

Welcome to the Mighty Pen! -Peredhil

Cheers EQ Insanity Huzzah! I know some of those laments... I can't say I have the T-Shirt, I bought the "Got SoW?" T-shirt instead. -Peredhil

laughs Heh, how wonderfully dark. There are people lieing in bed prolly thinking this and wishing it were true - but too nice even in their own thoughts not to feel washed in guilt for the thought! Isn't amazing how Political Correctness in this generation has become a self-correcting form of Thought Control? Welcome to the Mighty Pen! -Peredhil

Vlad - good tight poem. The difficulty of writing more in less cannot be underestimated. Minta- you had me ROLLING with your diary. Give Honey a hug from Nyyark and me. We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to. W. Somerset Maugham

Peredhil notes that, while he normally despises Rap or Hip-hop, previous Almost Dragonic productions are on his playlist. Me! Me! I want! We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to. W. Somerset Maugham

The Bartender hesitantly looked at the painting, then shrugged. He'd been warned when he took this job that strange things were afoot at the Circle K. Carrying a bar stool over to the fireplace, he took up the Drunk Pacifier - a large claw-headed hammer, and some nails. Moments later the Bartender found himself precariously perched atop the stool, eyes squinting and tongue slightly protruding in concentration as he aligned a series of large nails. Moments later, the Painting was hanging high and centered above the fireplace, surveying the room below. With a smirk, the Painting spoke once more. "Very well done, my good man, I find myself well-hung."

From the seminal beginnings as a Archmage, an online wargame, fighting Guild, these were the active official members of the Pen's Server One Guild. Noted for their creative "War Arrows" in a war game, they outgrew fighting and moved to the Conservatory's writing forums, and eventually separated to leave the wargame behind entirely. Ozymandias the Elder Beloved Founder Jechum Shadowmage Racouol the Mighty Arawn Danshir Lumpenproletariat Nope Zool Kiauma Hyronimous Skummeldor (Woods, Crooner from Hell) Peredhil (The First Quillbearer) All these left the Lands of Terra, Archmage, to form something greater than war.

it IS sad to think of those who die the masks they wore which never tore until still they lie. really good stuff you're posting. We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to. W. Somerset Maugham

brilliant and true We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to. W. Somerset Maugham

heh. this is great! We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to. W. Somerset Maugham

"Oh Dear!" Peredhil exclaimed with concern. Guido, long familiar with his Boss' too kind heart, went over and helped Vincent up. "I think he wants to kidnap someone Peredhil mused aloud". His Bodyguards exchanged longsuffering glances and waited for it... "I know! You can kidnap ME if it will make you feel better!" Peredhil's smile was sunshine and warmth as he turned it on Vincent, "Although I'm an Ancient, not an Elder, and therefore of little consequence and no power." Guido gnashed his teeth slightly as Nuncio began grabbing food off the snack table. In Nuncio's experience, people who kidnapped Peredhil never had munchies around. The Polite Half-Elf moved over to join Guido and Vincent, Nuncio trailing breadcrumbs. Where are we going? How exciting! Oh, don't tell - that's right Mr. Kidnapper, couldn't be a Hoist if you told them where you're taking me! Vincent looked somewhat desparate at having his kidnapping foiled and now Politely hijacked. The idea of spending so much time with the relentlessly nice Peredhil wasn't that appealing, and it looked as if the Elders were chipping into a pool on how long before Vincent paid them to give Peredhil back. Wyvern was giving odds...