I went for a walk in the park and stood beside a giant tree. That night, I stayed up and watched 'Vampire High' At 2:00 in the morning the ending bit of the stroy jumped into my head, fully formed and demanded that I write it down. And the rest, as they say, is history.
My french isn't perfect, if you spot an error, please let me know.
Its said that your life passes before your eyes just before you die. And in this case, seeing as how its a brush with death, only a few fragments come up, but maybe what they show is uncomfortable enough.
This chapter is shorter than most of the others, but don't worry, that changes soon. Yippee... Not much happens in this one either. I've got an art account, and I'll upload pictures on it, since that's just simpler. PLEASE COMMENT!!! :)
Yeah, um... I really have no idea where this came from. All I know is that it came out one day and here it is. The poem is from the point of view of my Angel of Death character.
Not really sure where I'm going with this piece. I just got this image of coming upon an elf and the elf going gracefully off the side of the roof. After I wrote it, I realized it sounds like an intro to something. But I haven't decided what the elf was doing on top of the roof and what is so special about the knife, so I'm at a loss for continuing the plot.
This is a short story that arrived spontaneously, was finished within an hour and hasn't been touched since. This kind of short story is usually my best, and I'm always afraid to tamper with it when it's out, for fear of somehow ruining it. Though 'Believing' could use work, I will probably never get around to seriously revising it. The source of this story was a news program about the power of faith - discussing whether or not praying really did help a couple get pregnant and a dying woman recover from cancer. I've always believed (if you'll pardon the pun) that the human mind is more powerful than we truly realize, and got to thinking about what the power of belief could do. Does he make it? I leave the answer up to you.
This change - obvious to some, though others are oblivious. The apocalyptic bit was thrown in fairly randomly just to ensure it gets through the moderators... ; )
uh...i have a fetish about makeing poetry about falling...any shrinks out there want to spychoanalize my poetry and tell me i need medication and a room with padded walls?
I wrote this poem while listening to a Celtic song also intitled 'Nightmare.'
Just a short little blurb I felt like writing. Oddly enough, I was in a very good mood when I wrote this. Comments appreciated.
I think i have a thing abut Angels... Just a short extract about an Angels pain as he is submitted into the darkness. All CC's welcome.
In this chapter Riee meets a seraphim and he leaves making Riska fall into his arms.
Here is the next installment of the Forbidden Children, I just finally had the timet to put it up. Enjoy and let me know what you think. I am not particuarlly the hugest fan of the this chapter, I may have to rewrite this one a lot.
I don't really know what to say about this chapter... I imagine somebody out there might be mad at me for writing it - just because of what happens to one of the characters. Well, anyways, its a sad chapter.
Haukin and Brandon discover what the Amazon Islands are keeping on their sandy shores...WOMEN!!! Haukin has a near death experience and the relationships between Brandon and Marlow blossom.
Written....a very long time ago. x.x ((Update - got Mod's Choice. Excuse me while I die of shock.))