Posts from Are there still writers on the Heroes of Might and Magic forums?

For example, I really enjoy writing and coming up with interesting stories on various topics (mainly fantasy, urban fantasy, etc.). I'm curious if there are any other writers here, or anyone who has come up with an interesting story and decided to share it with the other forum members. If anyone wants to, they can post their stories for others to read, because others would be interested too)).

:) I also do a little writing! And since you, Mutare Drake, are starting this topic, maybe you could share one of your stories?

It’s nice to know that there are still writers out there, although I think there are quite a few of them. Well, if you ask, here’s a shortened version, and it’s not the best story, but it’s a good one. Anyway, if you’re interested, read it.

I write periodically, when I'm in the right mood and when I'm not too lazy to write out all sorts of details. Right now, I'm working on something that forum members might be able to read and evaluate soon.

Loken, if they are ready and well-edited, please be sure to post them here.

Damn! I've noticed that since the internet became more prevalent, I've been turning to books less often... and writing too...

Nevertheless, yesterday Roma brought me the continuation of Vanonindzhi (They used to write many short stories...), he says he had nothing else to do, so he wrote about all sorts of nonsense...
Basically, this story is an abstraction; not everyone will understand what it's about;) Oh yeah, and it's also about being addicted to Heroes 3!!! The pictures are just hilarious... :)

Interesting topic...
I've been writing for a long time, but mostly poems...
Recently, I started writing a book, but since I'm from Ukraine, I'm writing it in my native language...

I don't write often, only when I'm in the mood. The most decent thing I've written isn't even a story, but rather a sketch, created under the influence of Ragnarok Online and a lyrical mood. I'm posting it here; maybe someone will like it.
P.S. This brilliant title speaks for itself; it's my first story, which I've refined several times to become what it is now, so it's probably the best one I have.
P.P.S. For those unfamiliar with Norse mythology who decide to read this, a small explanation: Niflheim is the city of the dead, and everything else is self-explanatory.

Personally, I've been writing for a long time, but mostly poems...
Recently, I started writing a book, but since I'm from Ukraine, I'm writing it in my native language.

That's great! I think you should share your poems with others, even though they are written in Ukrainian. And when you finish your book, you should share it too! It would be interesting.
P.S. For those who are interested in my story, I will soon finish working on it and post a normal, clear, and complete version.

Mutare Drake, your story is good, but there's enough plot for a full-length book, and you tried to cram it all into a short story, resulting in the characters rushing around Europe, which becomes periodically amusing. Also, please use proper punctuation, as the text is sometimes difficult to read.
WhiteLizard, and with you (or your friend), everything is terribly chaotic and often it's not clear at all how it all connects. :confused:

Knyaz_OMEGA, thank you, but it was actually intended to be a whole book. However, due to the character limit (no more than 40,000), I had to cut everything down.

Here's a short story :) A product of my imagination, plus a dream. It's told from the first-person perspective, as a diary. Please don't throw eggs at me; it's my first work. Some of the text might be difficult to understand. If anyone needs clarification, I can explain it. I haven't come up with a title yet, so I called it "Diary." P.S.: There's no epilogue or prologue.

For those who can't open it: 19th.
It happened yesterday. As usual, I was lying in bed after midnight, reading a book. Everything was as always, nothing strange. It was warm outside. I opened the window...
I was reading, reading... Suddenly, a cold wind blew in from the window, and a musty smell. A shiver ran down my spine. I got up, wanting to close the window, but I saw a black cat on the windowsill. "How did it get here? 8th floor!" - those were my first thoughts. I wanted to pick it up, but suddenly it jumped into the room. When I turned around, it was no longer a cat! A girl was standing in front of me. She was beautiful! A lovely pale face, dark eyes, long dark hair, a wonderful figure - in short, an ideal. She was wearing a blue dress in the style of the 18th-19th centuries. I was stunned, I even forgot how she got here. When I realized everything, I even stumbled a little. But in a moment, she was next to me:
She hugged me, wanted to kiss me... but suddenly the door to my room burst open, and my mother walked in. I was thinking about how I would explain the girl's appearance in the room, but suddenly I realized that she was no longer there! Time to sleep, did I just imagine it all?

20th.
The day passed as usual. The image of this girl has not left my mind. "Did I really just imagine it? But she was so close... these sensations were so real." She is so... I want to see her again!

21st.
Unfortunately, nothing happened tonight, she didn't come. Maybe I should read fewer books at night. - It's just a product of my imagination. Today I wanted to tell my brother about my amazing vision, but suddenly I heard a voice in my head... strange... it told me "Don't tell anyone." So I didn't tell anyone about it... I think I did the right thing.

28th.
Everything that is happening is starting to scare me... It's been a week, and I still can't forget "her." Madness... have I fallen in love with a girl who doesn't exist?! I know how stupid it sounds, but... as soon as night falls, I wait for her again... The people around me, friends and family, say that I have become withdrawn and closed off lately... But I don't care, I'm waiting for her! I need her!..
For the first time in a long time, I took off my cross - it means nothing to me anymore... And I've been wearing it almost all my life... since my baptism... The icon in my room fell, and the frame broke... What's happening to me?? Maybe it's just lack of sleep... Time to sleep.

4th.
She comes every day! I'm so in love! Every night is so wonderful now..
Friends and acquaintances say that I have become even paler than before. What's so special about that? Maybe I just don't sleep well and spend little time outdoors on sunny days, and my skin is naturally fair...
Evening.
I'm lying down... all my thoughts are about her again. I wish she would come soon, I want to touch her crimson lips again, embrace her again.
I can't think about anything else anymore... it seems that nothing exists in this world... only her...
Night.
It's midnight already... when will she come to me?.

Yeah, it smells like a familiar story, like one where there's no answer to the feelings for some girl. That's the kind of story it is. I can share some similar poems:
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How can you trust feelings if you can't control them?
How can you tell someone about your heart and still feel like a stranger?

Spending long nights awake, seeing only one person in your mind,
And not being able to understand how your hearts became connected?

Sometimes I'm happy with you, lights flicker before my eyes,
Everything seems like a dream, as if we've switched realities.

But I return to this world again, and this reality doesn't appeal to me,
And it's hard to understand whether it's love or just pity.

No, I also wrote poems. I tried to write a sequel to Lem's "Astronauts" – and realized that I write poems better:D So, writing is definitely not my forte.