Here's a short story I wrote in ten chapters,
here's the first,
lemme know if you want the rest.

http://xrevisioned.wordpress.com/2013/07/06/the-first-thirty-seconds/

Also, the previous chapter is here:
http://xrevisioned.wordpress.com

Anyone ever read the warrior cats series?

Could /book/ serve as a keep for those seeking to avoid both the hyperconservatives of /pol/ and the hyperliberals of reddit who use /lit/ as a battleground over issues better debated elsewhere?  Let's face it, they're not leaving.  I don't want every thread to turn into "THIS AUTHOR IS A PRIVILEGED PATRIARCHAL MISOGYNIST" or "THIS AUTHOR IS A LIBERAL TRANSGENDERED BARISTA."
I just want to discuss literature.

I've read The Thief of Always and Weaveworld (though since I was about eight at the time a lot of it went over my head). I liked both, but I liked The Thief of Always much more.

Are any of his other books good? What does /book/ think of Clive Barker?

Let me start by saying I've never written a book before, but have always wanted to. I have had this idea burning in my head all week about a man who after the loss of one of his greatest friends, runs away from his life and lives under a new name and travels the world, having many adventures (still iffy on this part), and upon returning find his friends and family to spite him for his absence. I really want to expand on this a lot more, but I haven't written anything just yet. Still trying to work on the plot. Any ideas/critiques?

Who would be calling at this late an hour?
Such an interruption had made this kiss sour.
With much disdain, I picked up the call.
What I then heard wasn't expected at all.
The embarrassing question made my head hotter,
When he wanted to know what I've done with his daughter.
So I quickly hung up and turned to my love,
And she made a small gasp, like the coo of a dove.
I told my dear honey that it was her father.
What I'd hear next would bring about a bother.
The fact that she told me her daddy was dead,
Brought up a question inside my head.
Now every night, I awake with a groan,
With the answer-less question: "THEN WHO WAS PHONE?!?!?!?!"

In the world of Iredel, there is a race known as Ranu. They are Lycans chosen by Gaia to perform the impossible. Hades, the god of the underworld was imprisoned in the underworld for his cause of mass destruction. He threatens to break his binds and get released into the mortal world once again to try and enslave all of humanity and become the new incarna of fear. It's up to one Ranu who's destiny was weaved by the five maidens of fate personally to take on this challenge to defeat him. There will be blood, tears, war, chaos and love with this series. It's about halfway complete if you all wish to follow go to https://www.facebook.com/TheRanuChronicles?ref=hl I will keep it updated on the status of the book.

https://www.facebook.com/TheRanuChronicles?ref=hl

There is this girl. She doesn’t hate me. But, she doesn’t actively like me. She is/was a tad of discreet sleeze. She is rather desirable in many what ways otherwise, much more so than anyone I continue to be able to model in my mind.

I am embarrassed by my love. I was going to face it and let what falls falls since she was a wonderful friend. We had grown distant. I had avoided her because I was worried I could ruin my friendship with someone so perfect!

And then, I see it, on fucking facebook! She has a boyfriend. From what I seen, I think they where ex-es and got back together, or something. Cause it’s been just a short while but they had a long time history of some nature or the other such that they basically agreed to reunite again (perhaps seperated by travel?).

So, I was not bothered. I am sure my love is genuine enough to outclass his, or at least match it. I would open my hand and declare my enemy and let the match be played to her liking.

But, as I was preparing my steed and shining my armour I couldn’t help but glance at the computer. And alas! I had jealously opened up his fucking facebook profile.

And I see some crappy comment about his mom to him (what a spud!) telling him to send his regards to my gracious lady.

A valient knight such as I cannot help being troubled. My ethics holds that a mothers love is a dear thing. I fear hurting his mom, as much as I would have triumphantly splayed his body open in single combat before dipping my lance into the radiant body of my love.

My own mother gave me a turbulent childhood and for this, in part, I avoid attachment to my parents and to everyone. But I know how it could have been.

I face a difficult decision, between someone I love and perhaps the only person I would have allowed myself to get anywhere close to, as a lover, and even as a friend; Where I am otherwise a recluse, mourning the lack of men and women of quality in my social reach VS bringing hardship to someone with a mother’s love.

*PLOT TWIST*

this is a book. what should the protagonist do next?

Explain Nick's character in a paragraph.