This story is my submission to James Bowers' The Project Six. Thanks and credit to Lindsey Butler, Lilith's co-creator!
I used to go to vo-tech during high school, a career/technical/vocational school. I was taking nursing (which I ended up hating and dropping out of). I would eat lunch there, and me and my friend would usually sit at the same table everyday. One day while we're eating there was this guy--a big guy--who sat at the other end of our table and he pulled out a book. He was the thick-glassed dorky lookin' big guy type that looked a magnet for bullies. Note: that pretty much decribes me in girl form. Haha. He ended up eating at our table for many days straight on and he'd never move, just sat there reading for a solid half hour (we had long lunches at vo-tech). I never had the guts to ask him what he was reading. I was dying to know, because he was really into it. It was a paperback, a really thick one, and he was in the middle of it. Once when my friend was absent, he sat directly across from me. I found myself in a state of hysteria, I HAD to know. So I bent down low, peering under so I could read the cover. I couldn't make it out. The boy didn't see me, he was too preoccupied. I never made a move. I lost my chance that day because I never saw him again. At least not with the book. I wrote this poem based on that incident, thinking that I could drop it over the pages as I slipped by him and sign it as like a secret admirer type thing. But I never did. That's what happens when you never make a move. This is dedicated to my online buddy Azi-chan. I have a tradition of making a poem like this one every year for her and that thick glassed boy I never got to know. Originally written in 2002
Driving home from work on day, I happened to read one of the street bums holding a sign up to the stopped traffic 'Down on my Luck, could you spare a buck?' And i laughed, thikning how cute the rhyme sounded, got home and wrote a fractured fairy tale about Lady Luck.
I can't remember when I had this idea, I think it was last year. I've written this just some days ago, I tried to capture the little girl's mind but... don't know if it worked.
This is the introduction to my character known as the Dragon Knight. It was originally supposed to be the beginning to the second story in my Dragon Knight trilogy, but the plans for the story line changed. This particlar event was just too awsome to scrap, however. If you wish to learn more about Morvious's past, then you must wait till the Dragon Knight Chronicles Book 1 is finnished
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.
This is a story that has a really bad title. I just finished revising it so any LoP words used are defined. I actually made up the Language of Power(really corny name, I know) one boring day at school with my friends. This story is to all my dear mims and trooms waaay out there in Cenimo but mostly to one friend in particular. She is the co-founder of the LoP and she has a picture or two in my art gallery. Lov ya Becka Bex!
This is part two..like i promised...sorry it took so long to get up here..i have been busy
Well... Chapter four. Lots of happy things in the chapter. One happy thing is that the writing actually starts to...um, how could I put this... Not suck? There is another happy fight, and another bizarre dream sequence. There is even a happy little poem at the beginning. (oh, wonderful change)
This poem was going to be the beginning of some or other chapter... she is entombed, a spell cast on her so that she lies, seemingly dead, until someone 'awakens her'... :) anyway... the point of it was, that she goes to a library and find her self confronted with ages... finding all that is left of what she knew and loved, are pictures and theories locked away in some book... and no cares or remembers...
This is a work in progress. I'll probably have another chunk up fairly soon. This story includes the elementals as kingdoms and I tried to follow basic ideas for fantasy creatures as they're added into the story. Any comments, suggestions, and ideas are welcome.
My epic. So to speak. A long poem that actually has a plot, and my favorite completed work. Some people seem to find it odd that I have it memorized. The tune is a slightly mangled version of 'Hush, Little Baby.' After I wrote it, it seemed to have a bit of an environmental theme. Now and again, I try to think how I could make the rhythm a little smoother.
My first attempt at a 'Ghost Story'. Sometimes a haunting is not what it seems...
Simply about two boys, Chris and John, who enter a world not yet fully known by the whole world... A world of fantasy of course! Which only so many of ever found...
'The Waning'...Aiya, I've got to get off this gloomy elf kick. This is the third or fourth poem I've written about elves, and they're all depressing...I seriously have to write a poem that's more upbeat, just generally.
Something I wrote whilst in a rather darkened mood. A philosophy upon life that has a rather grim twist to it. What is scary, is that a lot of people so far have identified with it.