Updated Version This was one of my first pieces, and I'm still very proud of it. This is a riddle, by the way. It's already been guessed, but you can try and figure it out... it actually varies in answers.
Okay, I guess you have read enough to realize that I normally write about the character being lonely, but this poem is kinda from the other side, what it is like to be the dead one.
A poem I wrote for James Bowers' Death Knocks project. Took a bit of tweaking to get it how I want it... but I'm more or less proud with the finished product.
Little Miss Muffet remix. I didn't write the first part (duh) but the second part mine. Again, there's a moral to the story....
This is only a part of a much larger story. A chance for you to become familiar with the denizens of my imagination. I have a fickle muse, so Beginning-middle-end-happily ever after, is hard for me. I welcome constructive criticism. I've been told I use too many commas, (I'll work on that!) I've been told That's pretty cool, (Why!? What did I do right!? are you patronizing me!? AAAARRRRGGGGHHH!) Sorry ^_^
I have bettas, and felt the need to put them into a kind of creepy story. It was in my creative writing class at my new school, which is in a highly noncreative room, stark, and pure machine (man, I miss my old school, the old beautiful building that just screamed art) So, it -is- a little dry. I apologize. But I was thinking of the Irish idea of death. Kind of. It didn't really come out in the story, but close enough.
firstly, i changed the title in hopes that it might be put in the correct order. sorry for confusion. now, this is set in europe, but other than that, nothing is like it is now. all characters and incidents are fictional.
A darker poem about the disrespect for life some people have... How what we do hurts all, even though we can ignore the pain.
Ok, here is the beginning of my story, my book, which has no name (help welcomed) any ideas? Anyway, its about bag guys who are trying to take over the world, and good guys who stop them...or do they? You'll see, critisism and comments welcomed, helpful hints and corrections are too...so please, feel free to comment and help me...I'm only a beginnger.
A singled out vampire, vowed to take the lives of those who have slayed his and his sister's mortal life. Bent on revenge, he goes out to seek these vampires and drain them of every ounce of blood.
An introduction to one of the members of the Gemstone Council, Marigoth Kenspie, who seeks revenge upon those who, in her mind, have wronged her. In order to facilitate her revenge, she has turned to the dark art of necromancy.
Well, after reading the book; 'Sibreal' Which is about a daughter and father whom are Abhorsens or 'necromancers' in a way I decided to write this as a contribute. Insted of rising the dead though, they put them back to death by way of 7 bells, which each have their own tone and power to do sertain things to the dead. In the first line, Tiny, tiny, tiny, is describing the smallest bell named sareneth. each have their own effect; capturing, put the dead under your will, etc.. etc.. and the last bell, number 7, which I cant recall its name, is the most deadly, because when it rang it sent all that herd it into death AND it had a mind of its own.. blah!
This is a prologue to some story which is playing hide and seek with me...and it has a very good hiding place!
Story about angels, kind of, read it and take what you want from it.
I was inspired in english. What inspired me i dun know, but you get the idea.
Well, this is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago and forgot about. I just recently thought of it and decided it was suitable. Moo-san.
A poem inspired by Shelley's 'Frankenstein'. Kind of sad, really.