A depressing story I guess. lol About one who doesn't belong in our time.
Well i have always been like a little princess in my own little world so i wanted to write about one.
Not one of my better works, though I am still quite proud of it. Hope you enjoy!
Weird and more to come.soon..maybe..I'll try too type some more when i have time, k?
Cycle of Life:Prologue Armoured knights trampled the village green to mud. To those caught in their path, they appeared to be bizarre monsters, their humanity hidden beneath hard, chitinous shells; razor-sharp swords gilded red in the most precious of substances - life’s blood.All around, the air was thick with despair as the wounded reached out to one another with open hearts. The dead pretended to ignore their fate. Some lay with their ears pressed to the ground, as if listening to the slow heartbeat of the earth. Others directed their eyes upwards, watching cinders trace a lazy arc through temperate skies.A shrill cry cut through the clamour of battle as an Arch-Mage, dressed in bright ceremonial robes, gave a renewed call to arms. The animalistic scream took to the air: a symbiotic blood-cry fashioned from a living soul, savagely pried loose from its corporeal holdings.The invaders moved in a grim dance as they engaged the unarmed villagers in combat. Each wore a filthy white surcoat emblazoned with the twin signets of faith. The ancient symbol, which comprised of two interlocking rings enclosing a stylistic pattern, represented the link between heart and mind. Some of the village elders recognized it for what it truly was: a powerful sigil designed to unify the men in single-minded combat. Such tactics rendered them unstoppable, as it was easier to control men through magic than the archaic bonds of brotherhood and loyalty.The invaders marched towards their defenceless foes; gazes filled with righteous indignation; cold hearts ablaze with lust for battle.Death it seemed possessed its own voice. Its horror rent the still morning air. Everywhere, horror overlaid beauty - a grotesque juxtaposition of life and death. Then, the wheels of time unfurled a new day - a day as bright as the blood spilled freely beneath it.As one, the army came to a complete halt. The soulless invaders coldly perused the battlefield. Bloodied and battered helms concealed deadpan faces and unseeing eyes. As a new and monstrous future was ready to be born,
Here is the sequel The Princess, The Dragon And Harry The-Not-Very-Brave and is the second part in the Saga of The Misadventures of Harry The-Not-Very-Brave. However, this story can still be enjoyed without having read the first one (though it is recommended). This is my take on the legend of Saint George, and was inspired by a beer poster that I saw a while ago. Once again, it is at least meant to make you smile if nothing else. Hope you like it!
This story was inspired by a book I read a while back called Cat in Glass. It um...scared me ^_^; Dolls also scare me... This story has nothing to do with PsyhauntKo although it involves a kleptomaniac with schizophrenia... I usually don't write like this O.o Creepy!
An excerpt from the life of one of the many voices inside my head
A young prince has to solve the problem of a dragon after it has defeated all the knights in the realm.
Poery (or storem) Last of the three I wrote (Voices and It Was Strange)I probably won't write another, cause its really hard thinking of ideas and the writing style gets old after awhile....enjoy!
I written this story in the 6th or 7th grade.. take a look at the date of course. One of those class assignments of course.