One of the first poems I wrote in english for all who ever had the uneasy feeling of desperatly struggling in search for an answer to a question hovering just outside the grasp of ones mind
In a society whose function depends upon people willingly submitting themselves to a secret slavery, where the needs of the person are lost in the desires of the society, what happens to those who question the system... to those who doubt?
Another piece of Silver's Story, this one is in the first person and from the point of view of Liena, Silver's mother. I got the idea from a Creative Writing class, and I really like how it came out. The setting is reunion of mother and daughter 20 years after Silver's silent banishment from her home village. Can Liena take her daughter back...?
This is a riddle. The question I pose is- 'Who am I, and who are you?' (more as in 'what' am I, and 'what' are you)... It's also one of my poems that doesn't fit a general prose. Once someone has hit upon the answer, ye shall know.
After a long Leave of Absence following the events of Elite Deception, Leawyn Brock returns to base only to find herself in a huge spot of trouble...
I'm back after three years of nothing! Expect more little snippets like this in the future until I get back into the flow of things and can handle more substantial pieces. This was a little excersise in being mildly humorous; please let me know if I succeeded. Comments as always, are very welcome. 06/11/2008
The first one to get the answer right gets a price: a free request.
A piece of a series,it's about the horrors of kids at Voomount High.
Being in Basic Training at the US Army really makes you question your existence. Maybe I'll upload part II someday. It's not as good, though
Just a little poem I wrote wondering about the meanin of the season.
I was bored one night and this is what happened due to lack of anything better to do. Creepy.
I wrote this poem after being told to write about a person describing themself. I wrote it from an elf's point of view, and I like how she doesn't praise herself or put herself down. She's in-between.
wrote this for my creative writing class. A short story assignment. could've been ALOT longer but hey i had a deadline. Enjoy!