A myth we had to write for English class. I would really like it, except I think there's a large piece missing out of the middle. Maybe someday I'll get around to writing it.
I had fun writing this one :)It takes place around the time of all thos greek/roman gods (eg. zeus, aphrodite, hades...) As far as I know, there is no such place as Mt. Jimbujamba, but this story somehow slightly reminds me of pompei.
Here we find this well-known hero going about his twelfth and final labor - bringing Cerberus from the underworld, only with a twist... Aside from a slight plot and name change, there's a slight generational gap in communication that lends itself to the comical nature of the story.
The third part to TBR, if you havn't already, read the first two parts for the story to make sense. Enjoy!
The Greeks believed in a boatman who ferried souls across the River Styx, and into the domain of the dead. Composed 01/2003.
This is the song sung by Davien when he camped near Danish in part two of 'Black Moon in a White Night'. This is also a connecting point between the story of Ëromyd and Davien's main storyline. Well, it's actually in a quite different style, which I thought did not fit at this point in Davien's story, so I added it up to Wyrven's as a separate text. As it is a story about Ëeomyd, one of my most adored characters, I must say I have a special liking to this text. I hope you enjoy it half as much as me. ;)
This is just a little poem that I threw together about the man, the mystery, the legend, Hades.
This is a story that I've been writing for some time now. It's not as old as Celeste's story but close to it.
This is a scribbing that I did early one morning upon waking up. I think it was the result of a dream that I no longer remember. Not sure how and if I should continue this. Can't decide what to name the guy since the Morpheus has not gifted me with it.
A new take on the myth of Persephone. When all the gods of old were replaced, what happened to those who had no place in the new world? Some, like Persephone, fade... And some, like Persephone, do not fade gracefully.
This contains the second part of The Black Rider, working on the final part. PLEASE READ PART I FIRST. comments and opinions appreciated - thanks.
A poem about the three headed beast that guards the gates of the hades.
A humorous look into the secret meetings of the ancient gods.
This is about Death, the last of the Four Horsemen, riding a pale horse and leading the armies of Hades onto Earth.
This is an "epic poem" I did for English last year in 9th grade. We were supposed to write out one scene with a limit of around 100 lines. I admit at first I had no idea what I was supposed to write, then when I was looking up names for my characters, the whole story just swung into vision and smacked me in the face, figuratively. Thus, I went into an obssessed mode in my typing and after a day and night's work, this was the result. Not exactly 100 lines, since in microsoft word, it was 1,038 lines. I was way over limit, but that happens when a story screams to be written. The really long part in the beginning was the main scene that came into my head, then I summarized the rest to save myself from dying infront of my computer. Though I wish to elaborate this story, I've already lost the fire burning in me when writing it, so I guess I'll just leave it the way it is and post it on Elfwood. Minor changes were done to spelling and grammar, but if there are still mistakes, that just means I went blind when correcting everything.Somewhat Greek mythology related and a bit of urban fantasy all smashed together. Forgive me if the Greek is awkward for those that actually can read it. Google translations aren't always correct. Please enjoy and I would love constructive criticism on this piece.
in december 2007 my uncle Bernd died. He was only 37. All his life he had to fight, for every single breath he took, for every heartbeat. He was disabled, had a genetic diseas, and everything that seemes so normal and so easy was painfull and hard for him. and yet - he loved life. he loved every minute of it and didn't want to leave earth. and so he lived almost 8 years longer than medicine told him he could. but allthough these 8 more years he had been given his death came too early. It hurts like hell to know him dead, to not being able to talk to him again, to come to his room and not seeing him there. myself, I am healthy, there'snothing wrong with my life and yet I dreamed to die for the last couple of years. Only the thought of leaving the ones I love with this pain that i killed myself kept me from leaving. ANd now, fate took the one who would have done everything to live and left the one who would almost have done everything to go. th way of the Moireas is strange... Memento mori is latin and means something like: remember you have to die.
This started out of the line 'Midnight and forgotten dreams', but I wanted to use that line for a song, so I changed the poem into this. I promise, I'm not suicidal anymore; I just write like I am...