You might know me from Fanfiction.net and A03.org as BadLuckVixen13, but I’m on Deviant Art and Newgrounds as well. E. J. Wolfe is my penname for all my original work, if you’re looking for fanfiction, mosey over to my Fanfiction author homepage. Check out the other authors of Fanatic Musings.
In any case, I’m also a regular on Nanowrimo, so feel free to hit me up there or anywhere else.
My Recent Posts
AHG 44: Even If it Hurts on May 3, 2019
AHG 43: Just To Prove You're Right on May 1, 2019
AHG 42: A Part of Me Is Thankful on April 29, 2019
AHG 41: No One Wins on April 27, 2019
AHG 40: To Where Hearts Dare Not Stay on April 25, 2019
On the island of Calder, names were chosen based on the time of the year a person is born. If your birthday coincided with someone of your family line, you were named in their honor. Unfortunately, the closest ancestor in a young man’s line is a name that will haunt him for his entire life and all the superstition that came with it. No matter how his mentor and father figure claims that it is a name to be worn with pride, he knows that the look in his father’s eyes, the hilmir of their island and leader of the Rekkr Vinfengi, is everything but pride. He only had to hold out until he turned twenty years old so he could be legally old enough to travel beyond the archipelago and maybe leave the horrible name behind. Unfortunately, nothing is ever that easy.
All of his life he’d been searching for it, and now, here on this little blue marble of a planet, here at what could be the end of everything as he knows it, he finds it; however, it isn’t nearly as simple as the stories say it should be.For one, she’s black with more curves than his mind can handle at one time.For two, she’s human, and for three, and most importantly, she’s really stubborn.Thera, help him and the entire universe.
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“Dad, just talk to the lady! She wants to help,” he said. “And be nice, please.” His grumpy old, military ram of a father huffed
For a cold, black moment, his breath stops and he tears torn free of R.E.M. and twenty-one days past. Swish—click! Sometime closer to the zero