As I hear the wind whip past my window...

Rook's 12 with no memory of where he's from, and no explanation as to why he hasn't aged in the last few years. When a creature washes up on the shore and he begins to have recurring dreams, he gets dragged into an adventure driven by an inner voice of inexplicable origin. Critique Encouraged. (Please note that some areas may be confusing due to all fonts being identical.)

The thoughts you have in the middle of the night.

Do we think before we speak or do the words tumble out without consideration?

It is said that the Angels exiled their criminals to the south. The land untouched by suns became home to the Demons who have been at war ever since. Irea's quest for peace becomes entangled by the death of an ally. Critique Encouraged.

I've encountered a lot of people who've told me they want to write, but they don't know about what, how to start, or lack inspiration. I've come up with notes that may help. Give it a look. Now includs notes on critiquing and grammar. Suggestions welcome.

Preview: What is that sound? Do you hear it? Turn down the music, and just listen. Yes, that noise. The kind only the patient hear. The kind that wakes you in the night, as your body drips with fright. Critique Encouraged.

Prev: Oh I have seen these words before Cast upon a closing door When it was tried Too many years ago And even your most gentle touch Will turn wilting flowers into ash Will make the sky turn black with rain And send the crows about again. Crit Encouraged

Preview: I'd follow the wings of the wind To the ends of the Earth And fall over the edge Just to see you smile. Critique Encouraged.

Preview: I walk through the valleys Remembering the days The moments in the past When we would play all day. I trail along the mountain sides Go up the grassy hills Stare at the sunset At the beauty it held within. Critique Encouraged.

Preview: The skies have grown a velvet blue And trees a tint of green The death which came with winter Melted with the spring. Critique Encouraged.

Preview: The Earth has aged It has changed And wars have raged. From instict To standing on two feet From horses To vehicles And schedules to meet. Critique Encouraged.

Preview: Wake me from this dream I'm having I've had it one to many times Every little thing is glaring Shadows are consuming light And I'm still stuck within this world Though I've tried with all of my might. Critique Encouraged.

Preview: Madness is the soul The soul stolen by reflections. Critique Encouraged.

Preview: Cries echo swiftly Through the land upon which we live Raped of its beauty With every breath we give. The gods look upon us With no words to speak For the gods may not exist And every heart leaks. Critique Encouraged.

Preview: I remember How it used to be When all around us Was just a fantasy And I remember All the childish games When all the skies Gave way to endless planes. Critique Encouraged.

Preview: Glowing wings of shining lights Sacred angel of the knights Casting shadows as you go Flying high as light may show. Critique Encouraged.

Preview: Peace preaching Serphas took up arms, Set up fortress to defend the calm, Claimed never to strike first, But torturned Demons with their thirst..... Creation of the world in which my book takes place. Critique Encouraged.