Nina St. Moritz | WritersCafe.org

Veneni Virtute

A rewrite of my "Poisons of Power" poem as a villanelle

Chapter Seven

Ari awoke to the noise of someone knocking on her door. Strange, she thought. The people of her castle usually call out to her when visiting her rooms. "Milady," came a rough male voice...

Homecoming

This is a setting exercise I was doing for my senior project. Felt rather cheated that my mentor and teacher were the only ones who would read it, so I'm sharing it with all of you. <3 Its steampunk.

Lights

The simplest forms of magic come from our own desires.

Poisons of Power

The duality behind magic. Is it worth using for its rewards, despite the cost? CONSTRUCTIVE REVIEWS NEEDED!

The Black Camaro

Inspired by a black Camaro parked outside my school one day.

A Kiss

I wrote this for a DeviantArt challenge I'm participating in. We're challenged to write something about our favorite pairing every day. Characters belong to ABC.

On a Date

I wrote this for a DeviantArt challenge I'm participating in. We're challenged to write something about our favorite pairing every day. Characters belong to J. K. Rowling & Warner Bros. Entertainment.

Playing a Game

I wrote this for a DeviantArt challenge I'm participating in. We're challenged to write something about our favorite pairing every day. Characters belong to Disney & Victor Hugo.

Together

Holding Hands

I wrote this for a DeviantArt challenge I'm participating in. We're challenged to write something about our favorite pairing every day.

Who We Are

That September day,just like before.No one could sayit would be so much more.They tried to tear us,shatter and break.Yet deeds unjusta stronger bond will make.Through fire and pain,great tragedy,power we gain,rise in majesty.United we stand.We all for oneand hand in hand.We are the rising sun.Our st..

You Are Not Forgotten

11 years later, and still we hurt, still we are angry. But in our emotions, we start to forget the source of them. NEVER FORGET THE MEN AND WOMEN WHO WERE KILLED ON SEPTEMBER 11, 2001.

Once All I Ever Wanted

Inspired by the song "The Plagues" from Dreamwork's "The Prince of Egypt."

Peace

I was sitting outside my little home and was suddenly inspired to write this calming scene. I hope I brought to mind warmth, comfort, almost like a verbal Thomas Kinkade painting.

Rumplestiltskin

NOT FINISHED YET. And really long. It's a sort of epic for my favorite character on TV.

A Gypsy's Lullaby

Wrote this for my Disney's "Hunchback of Notre Dame" fan fiction. Really love it and it has it's own tune, though I couldn't describe via online..

Your Light, My Saving Grace

Another Rumbelle fanfic. This one was inspired by "No Light, No Light" by Florence + the Machine. Rumbelle is a ship from ABC's TV show 'Once Upon A Time.'

Sevenfold

Inspired by "Seven Devils" by Florence + the Machine. More of the music than the words.

Wandering

I was inspired by one of my story ideas. This is a monologue I plan to place in that story whenever I start writing it.

Chapter Six

The queen sat in the grand throne that was the only piece of furniture gracing the great hall. The room was empty but for her, and she accepted the silence with not a little annoyance. She had...

Chapter Five

The queen had been right about the traveling man. He was protected only by three guards. They hardly appeared to be mercenaries, but they were armed and obviously knew how to use the steel on their...

Chapter Four

The guests at the masquerade were entertained royally. The musicians kept up their lively music throughout the night and a constant stream of servants with food-laden platters could be found...

Chapter Three

The moment the princess entered the castle after rubbing down Strider and letting him loose in the fields, she was bombarded with servants. They all flooded her with questions on where each massive...

Chapter Two

When the guards swung open the double doors into the king's spacious receiving hall, Ari knew immediately that she was not her father's first visitor. Echoing from the latched door to his private...

Chapter One

Three Years Later... It was such a beautiful morning, the birds filling the day with their songs and the sun sending warm fingers onto the waking city. Valaria was always the first one to open her...

Prologue

It was a small little cottage nestled in the folds of the great Penstemonial Mountains. Far from the prying eyes of society, this little family had long lived out of the sight, out of the mind of...

Before Ever After

This is a fairy tale. But not your average happy ending.

I Remember.

Wrote this one right after watching the season one finale of ABC's Once Upon a Time. Tore my heart to shreds and then magicked it back together again. This one's from Belle's POV.

The Soul of the Beauty, The Heart of the Beast

This was my attempt at really getting the emotions and thoughts behind Rumplestiltskin and Belle's relationship in ABC's Once Upon a Time.

And She Left Her Life Behind

Ah. See? This is where my obsession with Rumbelle comes out. For those of you who don't know what Rumbelle is, it's a relationship from my favorite show, ABC/Disney's "Once Upon A Time."

The Slytherin Creed

Just something I whipped up in a bout of House pride.

Monsoon

A piece inspired by the midnight showers in the Arizona spring.

And Angels Cry

I was going for a conflicting-emotions- kind of deal here, a mind fighting between despair and loving memories.

Chapter Two

The task.

Solitude

Just something I wrote while bored in class. I wanted to exercise my prose, letting the words roll around my mouth and painting the image in my head.

One Life to Live: The Poem

This is the poem I wrote to accompany my short story of the same title.

One Life to Live

This was inspired by Coldplay's 'Viva la Vida,' a tale of the ups and downs of life.

Chapter One

A meeting with the King.

Prologue

A caravan is attacked.

The Crimson Guard

This is the story I wrote for the 2011 NaNoWriMo challenge. The object of the challenge is to write 50,000 words in the thirty days of November.

The Castle's Ghost

Her flowing own of silverleaves a shimmer in the air.The chill of the nightimestirs her rippling hair.She drifts along at midnight,her path well known, well worn.The window of the tower,to the tapestry long torn.Her face is dearly lovedby the people of her home;always in their thoughts and dreams,th..

In The Forest

In the forest,oak leaves across the floor,there sits a still man,a statue moving no more.His eyes are of stone.The hair moves only in dreams.Cold fingers, still lips.The only sound is the stream.It's chuckles and babblingsound softly through the trees,the symbol of allthe man fought for, free.And so..