Well, I wrote this when I was like 12... This was before i realized that i couldn't write poetry to save my life. I discovered that a half a notebook full of terrible poetry later. To make a long story short, this is the only piece of poetry i've written that i like. So here you go.
Another story with some of how music affects me. Some songs just move you...
I had playschool on my mind and it kinda went off on a tagent from there.
Just something that popped into my head from listening to Ombra from Cirque Du Soliel while trying to get over a writers block. Know when you have that picture in your head that you have to get out? These might be vampires for future stories
Faeries are like butterflies, with their pretty wings, so I thought why don't they go through chrysalis? Of course that lead to the thought of fae larvae. Ewwww.
The story now shifts from the Duke and High Mage to the main character, Mouse.
It is well known that creatures that flutter through the night are drawn to lights and flames. In this poem I’m trying to express why the fairy seeks out the flame. But also why he doesn’t fly away when he noticed that the flame is too hot for him.
An older poem I wrote. It's about the illusion of seeing faeries dancing under the moon.
(This is continuing on from The Talented) This bit is one of those moving-ever-onwards parts of a story, which is why nothing really happens. I'll edit this part when I've written more.
This is a poem that illustrates that knowledge sometimes can stop you from having fun. That is a really bad thing i think...
The feeling I've made for myself about vampires (from various vampire novels/books/and short stories) is that they yearn for the life they once had and since they cant have it they destroy it. I came up with this out of nowhere... Its rather sad but it paints a pretty picture in my head...Set in a slightly futuristic possably post-appocolyptic city and about a girl who dances...
Okay this is a trial story to see if everything is working okay. It's about a girl who gets pulled into a diffrent world for a few hours and eventually returns to hers at a price.
I'm not really sure how this story came about.. It just kinda popped in my head, I suppose. Anywho, it took me a while to finish it, as I've been working on it on and off for a few months. *shrug*
A little poem explaining why my cheeks are always red.
Cinderella in stereo: two sisters, two slippers, two balls...but only one Prince. Let the melodrama begin...!
This is one of my favorite pieces. It's a story of love and loss, and the magic of finding what you're looking for in the pouring rain. NEW/EDIT: Tightened it up a little, changed some wording for impact, and broke the last bit into pieces so as not to daunt people with the lumping.
This is my own version of the story my the Grimm Brothers called The Shoes That Were Danced to Pieces. I had heard a similar version when I was little with the story only having seven princesses. In the original copy there are twelve princesses and twelved doomed princes. I've also added an original piece at the beginning that tells how the princes were doomed to dance for all eternity. Enjoy!