Well... these would be the darkest most angsty chapters... very angsty... I was NOT in a very peppy mood when I wrote these... heh... keep that in mind *hides* More Garnor and Alranos and the pain of being Death. Eternal thanks to Joelle and Becca for their editing help... oh... and this is the last set of chapters where Garnor was an Elf... anyone who is/was and elf is not a Maiel... but I was too lazy to change it here... when i do the major edit I'll switch that (and the POV problem in here as well... I'm so lazy... should so not be a writer^_~) umm... enjoy? *runs away*
This is to go with my picture, 'The Grief of An Elf', which depicts a male elf weeping over his lost loved one, who is not shown.This is his song that goes the picture.
A doomed soul regretfully taking a look at his past wasted life while walking towards the gallow's pole... 27.09.2001
The beginning of a very long story of dragon riders and spirits intent on taking over the world. Anything in italics is spoken through the mind, and not heard outloud.
One poem in a streak of dark, creepy poems. This one is about, well, evil.
A woman is distraught when her partner dies, leaving an evil presence in their house
The doppleganger comes, trapping Xixisnant Ael'taes's new ally.
I wrote this during a biology class (the time might have been better spent learning about meiosis.) One note--there isn't any Christian symbolism, despite first impressions.
*Poem* The rather sad tale of a man who fell in love with a female fae for one night, only to awaken to her vanished from his side. Could be sung as a song, for that is how it originally was written. I wrote this very late one night scribbled on the back of an article about human psychology from adolescence. Strange when inspiration strikes and even stranger is the result. Critique if you so wish.
This is the second installment of Raeyne. In this chapter, Raeyne finds herself in front of a new house. Will it become her new home, or is it a trap...
A short poem about grief. I don't think there's a category, so I just called it Fantasy.
Where death, loss, pain, melancholy are as natural as living, perhaps even more so, identity no longer is important, what applies to one well built charachter whose expressions, emotions and whole being are opened up there is just as many more overlooked I wrote this half way throuhg this piece before continuing on, I think it expresses something of what I'm seekign to capture in my writing, hopefully it explains the story somewhat too
With vengeance is met oathbreaking - seek not the vengeance of the fae.
This poem is one that has been loved by all the people who visited my lonely gallery - I wrote it with the picture I was drawing in mind. Once the new version's done, I'll put it up here as an illustration.
This one is about the Columbine shooting. 'He' with a capitalized H represents God.