Steampunkish Geschichten

Molli Dalley lives in a 1920s era where science and technology combined to make the world work as if by magic. But what if there is real magic at work still? What if the world is more than what meets the common human eye. What if there are people left who aren't quite people? They are hidden in the nooks and crannies of every day life and maybe some that aren't so hidden. Molli is a elf. She is part of a dying breed it seems. Not many of them left. The only ones she knows are her parents and they aren't the greatest examples to represent your kind. They called them selves gifts to the wretched. If gifts included fake potions and made up spells. They put the art in conartists. Not saying all their "art" didn't work. Some would if of course it benefited them. Whether it be her elven blood or her determination she knows she is meant to do more than what her parents made her believe. Molli's story begins with a goodbye. *First story I've ever written* Please be kind* Will update when I can* Helpful critique welcome.

A nameless orphan named himself "I" after surviving that man and the military. He doesn't like people but has standards for how a human society should work. And brands himself a villain to better the world after making one of the top companies. What happens when he meets a child who was betrayed by society? How will this "villainous" CEO handle it?

A rouge group of wanted criminals joined togeather. Together they stand through the Time of Trails. They stand to end the Time of Trails. Well they stop the Trails? Will they meet the maker? Will they stand togeather at the end of this event? Will they? In the world of maddness meet the group of a criminals wanted for all odd things. Meet the chacaters that the Great Mage must bring togeather to save the world. Are you ready for the world of madness to introduce you what ture feeling is? Are you truly? This being my frist book I hope you like it and the chacaters Ive mad for them. Ive planed to use these chacater for actual games but have never got around to. These chacaters mean alot to me and I hope by the end of the book I hope these characters will mean alot to you to. Thanks for any and all support.

A tremendous flash in the sky, expected by only one person, changes the course of his world forever. A Pixie Clan finds a young woman alone in the woods, naked and unable to speak. Could she be what he has been waiting all these years for? The silver emblem of a six-point star embedded just below her neckline tells him that she is. She doesn't look like much, but after all he has seen in this battered world, "not much" is better than nothing.

Two groups have fought for decades. The Rebellion and The Empire. Both run very differently, but are at par in strength. The Rebellion gives each one of their members a number which is imprinted on their skin for the rest of their lives. They depend on cruel tactics to get what they want. The Empire treasures all things with meaning, holding on to every piece of symbolism they can. They are more civilised with their citizens. Even so, they have a powerful army. 029 is a smiper from The Rebellion. Fraus depends on logic and reasoning, he's from The Empire. The two meet when Fraus is sentenced to death by The Rebellion for invading a Rebellion ship. 029 saves him. Then their story began. "Why are you helping me?" Asked Fraus. The girl shrugged, and was about to send him off when he gripped her wrist. "What's your name?" His grip tightened. She sighed, opening her mouth to answer the question. "02-" She was cut off. "The one that your parents gave you. If I wanted to know your number I would've just looked at your arm." Her blonde curls reached the front of her face as she pulled his hand off her wrist. "Alice."

In the distant city of Vallego, there is a power plant. But this one could save or destroy. And only a 15 year old boy will strive. This is my First Story! YAY :) Please vote and share with friends on SM! Thanks!

When you live in a world where everything and everyone belongs, whether it be to the sparkling courts of the high cities or the run-down slumps of the Slags, what happens when someone doesn't belong? Mira Song, a blank canvas. A young girl found walking around the court markets in tattered, dirtied clothes. Jarvis Resh. A Prince of courts and a collector of trinkets, trinkets found in blacked out places. When the two meet, one saving the other, its only a matter of time before Mira's memory comes back but for better or for worse is yet to be decided.

My contest entry for Brian Kesinger's Writing Challenge! Probs not going to win anything but whatever, worth a try. Cover Image belongs to the artist, I just edited it to make the cover. Enjoy!

A genius in technology and engineering is transported to another world full of magic. Sadly(not reallyXD) they cannot use Magic (Mana) did they care? Nope. Did they even notice? Not really. What did they do? Made a mechanical army of course. "What? That's not normal? Well I don't care I have tanks, so I win." I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I'M DOING DON'T HURT ME PLEASE!

The world has ended. At least, to a point. Centuries ago, rolling blackouts blanketed our teched-up world, creating mass hysteria. The citizens of London and the surrounding area built massive walls to protect themselves from the madness beyond, pledging to live without power. They began farming with horses and plows. They sewed their own clothes and ground their own flour by the light of oil lamps. Generations passed and electricity became a myth, the outside world nearly forgotten. Anyone who dared venture past the walls was never seen again. Centuries later, children began to appear with odd powers. Most were snatched up by an unknown organization except for the few who managed to hide their abilities until a much more sinister force caught wind of them. Now, four gifted teens are being forced to go on a quest for a mythical Book that will supposedly grant eternal power to whomever possesses it...

Ever since her sixteenth birthday, strange things keep happening to Seraphina Parrish. Unexplainable premonitions catapult her to faraway cities. A street gang wants to kill her, and a beautiful, mysterious boy stalks her. But when Sera moves to Chicago, and her aunt reveals their family connection to a centuries old, secret society, she’s immediately thrust into an unbelievable fantasy world, leading her on a quest to unravel the mysteries that plague her. In the end, their meanings crash into an epic struggle of loyalty and betrayal, and she’ll be forced to choose between the boy who has stolen her heart and the thing she desires most. Wander Dust is the breathtaking fantasy that will catapult you through a story of time, adventure, and love. ------------------------------------ SUPPORT and CAST THIS BOOK HERE: http://www.iflist.com/stories/wanderdust ------------------------------------ PLAYLIST: ------------------------------------ Copyright © 2011 by Michelle Preast, Michelle Warren All Rights Reserved All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission of the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only. This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental. Some terms may be trademarked or registered trademarks. This book does not endorse or imply any association with their respective owners. Editing and Formatting by Pam Berehulke - Bulletproof Editing Cover and Book Design by Indie Book Covers

She stood on the overpass, watching the red of taillights fade away in the distance. Although, maybe she wasn't really watching them, staring. The wind grabbed at her snow-blonde hair, pulling it off her shoulders and around her tear-stained face. She was an etherial being, more angel than human. The image of her was unbearably beautiful. Looking at her was like looking at the sun, blinding. No one really knew who she was, not even her. She was this mystery that dissapeared like the sun behind a cloud. Only a whisper of her would remain. But that didn't stop Will from loving all of her, even though he knew he could never cage her up. She wanted to stay with him though, even when her time ran out and she knew she had to go. 

A story based around steampunk fiction situated in its own strange world. This tale follows a boy and a girl's journey to recover something that was stolen and very dear to the boy. (I started this story when I was 12. Due to the lack of any skeleton, I recently ran short of inspiration for Porthole, but I think I have enough written to entertain a few people, even if it is incomplete.)

As the world moves from steam powered machines to the sleek and seemingly limitless Everflame, the Lady of House Guire is kidnapped, halting the transition.

Chance Cunningham is cursed with perfect luck. Perfect good luck, and perfect bad luck. At eighteen, he is the worst outlaw in the Lowlands (bad luck), a Plague survivor (good luck?), and a lot of people want to kill him (bad luck): rival outlaws, the military, mother nature, and a sleepy lakeside town with a deceptively peaceful ambiance.

In a time where the past and future seem to be one, this story starts as the simple one of a girl missing her father in a war ridden land. However, little does this girl know that soon her loneliness will be broken with a crash, and the answers she gets will change how she sees her life forever.