This is a very short story, told from the point of view of a vampire. She explains why she was turned into a vampire. Comments appreciated.
As a rich aristocrat, Vincent can have anything he desires. Unfortunately, in his twisted way, he finds the perfect woman to satisfy his disturbed notions, but to keep her, he must make sure she can never escape him.
I've had this porcelain doll forever - she's got a bean bag body and her face has been painted into a stare that has a friend of mine running scared. Indeed, it is VERY creepy, but she bends to my will, thank god... she is my side-kick in battling evil, and/or all who annoy me, lol. One day I shall carve a porcelain mask and paint it exactly as her's is and I shall wear it all the time... yeah, sounds like a plan - then she will never get mad at me. She scores me big points with the teachers, anyway - my computer teacher loves her and my art teacher is dying to see her. Maybe I should put a picture up?
For all the people who wish to be perfect. The concept for this had been tumbling around in my head for a little over a year and it had been a while since I'd written a poem....10th.
Chapter 3 of the Marionette series where things become confusing and nothing really gets answered, but there is some shounen ai hinting.
Yes,chapter three has been spawned! It has gotten crazier and makes even less sense than the others! It defies the laws of physics so horribly that I shall be sued by a group of scientists in Anarctica! Or maybe they just dispatched a troop of soldiers to capture me and give me a brain transplant..o.o; The language of a possessed doll named Izzle was brought up by a certain person,who only a few people I know, know. Readers beware! You WILL be lost and confused, and you WILL become easily irritated! Sorry for the inconvenience ^_^;
A poem I wrote for a friend a looong time ago. It was actually suppose to end up a painting, but the muse went a different direction.
This is apoem to go along with two pics in my Fantasy gallery. Read it. I like it muchly. Copyright me. There'll be an actual story soon. I MIGHT take this down if no one likes it.
This is the STORY to go with my two pics, or the first chapter. I think it's the first chapter, because there's something else I want to write with it. Copyright me.
What we have here is another little monstrosity that wrenched itself out of me after almost-enough-wine, this one set in the same city as Nursery Rhymes and Cigars.
This is just a small, uninspired thing that climbed out of my skull one night after I bathed myself in a little too much wine...
The first I've written in what will hopefully be a mini series of The Adventures of Lulu and Tam following the day to day life of a not - so - ordinary girl, Lulu. who is learning voodo magic from an anceint voodoo master known as Old Batty. Tam is the voodoo doll created by Batty and given to Lulu to help guide her in her training and be her faithful companion but I have a feeling that they're going to be getting up to a lot of mischief...
I honestly don't know what I was thinking. I sat down to write the second chapter and this came out. And don't tell me this story doesn't have magic in it. There's amgic ALL OVER this story. *sigh*I dunno. I bet everyone'll hate it.
anotherone of my older poems about an 'innocent' little doll.
I did this for a friend's birthday. A knight with a secret, an otherworldly sorcerer and an unsuspecting village. Such an explosive combination.
It's a story about a warrior fox, banished from a city. He has a mysterious past, and is therefore a bruding outcast. But as the story progresses, we discover the origin of his surly demeanour, and the lengths he'll go to, even slaying a wyvern, to find a place to call home.