Two lovers wish they could be together forever. But, everyone knows, be careful what you wish for . . . This is an odd story. I got the idea when hugging someone. I don't believe it's a new idea, by any means, but I figured I could write it interestingly, and I did (I hope).
Ok, this is now Part 2 of my ongoing series of shortstorys revolving around that 'special' pair of friends. Hope you like it.
One day on their way home from work Gaddiel and Abraham, the brothers Brown, find a creature that will change their lives forever. While Gaddiel is increasingly wary of this new find Abraham is increasingly drawn to it.
Whilst Gaddiel's panic grows, Abraham begins to fall deeper into Amaranth's spell.
Sarah comes to a sudden realisation and things rapidly begin to go wrong.
Abraham has never been more at peace, but peace was never meant to last...
Well, as I'm a rock-hard, stony-faced being where critisizm to stories is concerned (as I feel I'm the hardest critic of my own terrible work) I'm very sensitive about my poetry. This is a sort of preview to a story soon comming. Night Visitor. I'd LOVE to hear interpretations about this poem as well as anything you think I should improve.
A sad poem about a man who meets a ghost and becomes a ghost himself.
I don't really know what caused me to write this. It just sort of wrote itself, I guess.
Things begin to get complicated when the wounded creature is discovered by another.
This is a poem based on the embrace of a vampire. In this particular case, that of Chrishankhah, my Egyptian Vampiress. This is her introduction - the choice she gives the 'victim', might I add.
Thisis like... my favouritest ever story I've ever written, I love it so much. My friend Joey told me I should create a whole bunch of sequels, and do a whole story about her experiences as a vampire, newly born. I was thinking I could, but then I never got around to it.
A short poem about a vampire's embrace, when they first come into the kiss of death, and how they welcome it. Maybe later I shall add one that is an unwilling victim.
A poem that describes Saeros' gift to Rauvinne (a rose that would never die and seperate them). It goes with, 'The Silent Tragedy.'
What goes through the mind of one being embraced? This is what I would feel...
This is a poem I wrote whilst doing my homework one night... I wasn't in a dark mood, just bored with Algebra.