This poem was inspired by a course I took in fairy tales and folklore. I was particularly intrigued by the idea present in our cultural mythology that states that forests/woods are bad places. Hence this poem.
This is a short story that I wrote a few weeks back, just sitting alone in my basement apartment. It took me about two or three weeks to realize the double meaning of the title, even though I picked the title my self. I see this as a poet's prose story, and this is the only type of prose I can write with any personal satisfaction.
I have never done so much thinking, planning, editing, re-editing and re-writing. This is my favourite piece so far, and it is dedicated to the one and onlyMuffin Girl, because she is the most fantastic editor. Thank you Alice for taking all the time to do this for me! Enjoy the finished thing, this is for you!
Just some strange thingie I wrote very recently, out of no idea. Improvisation, that's my thing. I'd say, 'Enjoy!', but it's just not worth it.
This isn't exactly a great work of poetry, but it's the only poem of mine that counts as fantasy.
Last year (actually a lot longer ago now... four years ago, I think!) I had a poetry unit with my English teacher, and this was a result! It is about the meeting between a man (I suppose that he would be a warrior) and a maiden. I'm not sure if I'm all that satisfied though.
This was the original 50th comment prize for Cecily Webster. The story has been edited and tweaked. Hope you all like it!
Words that are unfamiliar in this are likely to be made up. I like doing that with poems. This is about a dryad in autumn.
This story is my second attempt at storywriting. It's about a girl who leaves her village in the dead of night and finds out something about her past that could change her life.
Humans receed further and further into technology. we are becoming more isolated from each other, and from the natural world. As all our information becomes digital... or memories become more ephemeral (as a member of the MTV generation, I can vouch for this.) What if in this loss of data... someday we forget even simple facts about the world we live in, like say Seasons...
An old poem that goes along with an idea I have for a novel. Its theme is centered around winter, oddly enough, and is about love's vitality to withstand even the harshest events.
A rather macabre poem I wrote on a warm summer's evening, strangely enough. I felt like writing something beautiful, and all that came out was blood and darkness. But that's not unusual... (June 2008)
a short about Nathyn's dad, Tresban, and his dilemma for having to live the life that's his.
I hope its good, It was a quick one . Its also my first :)
This was written with the permission of Saara-Elina Ropanen, inspired by her photomanipulation, Good/Evil. It has been edited (by myself and my good friend from school, Richard).
As part of my mythology class I had to write an original etiological myth. Well, here it is! Before you begin reading you should note that it's very important dress in seasonal motifs when wearing kimono. This story was inspired by that tradition. The illustration posted with this story is under copyright! It is the property of Christina Stoppa and may not be used without permission!