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.
I'm afraid my cousin might ... is this how I would feel? Detached from the world? Alone, surrounded by so many people? If someone I loved hurt themselves...
I wrote this a couple of years ago and it got me some good grades so I guess I can't turn my back on it now. I like the concept - The circus does rock, though.
This story is from a dream I had while deployed after the 9/11 terror attacks. I wrote it down as soon as I awoke.
Lani is four, Ror is six. Ror arrived at the Hallowed hills when he was five. He's going to the Summer Sea for the Summer, and Lani doesn't want him to go. She can't go with him until next summer. Also, It shouldn't be Cy'ra she lays down next too, it should be Moon (her sister). Lani thinks Cy'ra is going to the Summer Sea as well.
Yes, I admit it. I am infatuated with rain!! It's the perfect element, don't you think? Another story in the rain, this is about having that angel to protect you always. Whoever said guardians angels are never seen must not have read my story.
Welcome to my favorite story so far. It's on-going and a cyberpunk story. I'm trying to keep the chapters short and sweet and I would love to hear everyones ideas and comments about 'Rush'. Thanks.
The magic has left her body...she scorns herself for being nothing more than normal. She sees only one way out.
A sort of love story. Not done - Comments are welcome - I'm not totally sure if I should even bother with finishing this one.
A small extract from a script I started writing, then changed to story form, then gave up on, where a young elven maiden's family all died and driven mad with grief she... well, read on and find out for yourself. Short and amusing I think.
based on a nightmare i had, except in the dream the end was diffrent...
I wrote this when I was 14 years old....at the time I felt everything that I knew about myself had changed. Looking back now I realised I was growing up, and desprately fighting agaisnt it. I wrote this story as a sort of writeing warm up for english my freshmen year. In a way I was writeing about myself. Though I ment myself to be the child of innocence, and not the storyteller, and at the time the story had a more fantasy ending. Four years later I submitted to haveing this story published in the school magazine. I changed the ending to make the story more reflective, and in my opinion less childish. It drove me nuts to have every other person asking me if I was gay....assumeing the story was ment to be autobiographical. It's funny now, how no one really got what I was trying to say. Now let me just say this, because there has been some doubt. Although the storyteller mentions that the girl of his child hood love was in a way his innocence, this does not mean that she never existed. It just means that once he has lost his innocence she is unable to be with him anymore. Think of it as a Unicorn presented with a woman that was once a maiden dear to it, but now a wife, and thus unable to come near her.
This is a poem I wrote, sorry if the sadness bums you out... *frowns* Yesh, I know, nothing like my usual randominity (if that is indeed a word)... Not Emo. This is what happens when I'm exposed to Spicy food the night before... chili hangover. I hate chili. X(