Introduction to a story world of my own creation, which, although surely heard often, I'd like to believe is a fairly original creation of my own. Read and see. The story is fairly long, however. Apologies.
Alanna has got Jonathon safe at home, and is trying to keep him that way. But, what happens when he falls asleep during the day and Alanna goes exploring? Find out what she will do when she finds his secret room, locked and the mess inside it. *Sad chapter...:( Oh well, I haven't worked on this story in awhile and this is an old chapter I never uploaded. Sorry faithful follwoers/watchers. But, now it's here
the second part of the 'Burnin Hate' series, i'm not sure if there will be a third one, but maybe...
This is a poem which has come to me from listening yellow brick road form eminem. The poem sends a messege to all who reads it. Love is good...
I think this is how alot of teenagers feel. Do you think we enjoy causing pain? Many times it seems we have no choice, just for protection, we must be cruel. You are not alone, the Berserkers feel you pain...
Rythm and heat pounds against pavement where blood counts as currency and love proves fickle. Part one of a work in process... Written 2000-2001
In this chapter the man returns to normal only to be racked with guilt for what he has become.
A girl of recent times finds that her 'talents' of intense hearing ability aren't all that its cut out for. She is a shifter. A dragon shifter. And she is REAL.
A lone traveller encounters a strange woman whose presence nearly kills him.
A tribute to Simone, Emily, Gardner, and all those other countless casualties to this fearsome menace that strangely enough, inspired me.
I had always wanted to write an epic type poem that would remind people of sorrow filled bardic tales. This is what I came up with.
The first part of my story Dystopia. It is entwined with another story, Utopia, which is still in production.
This story is told as if one was reading the journal that Blackthorne, an quirky little elvyn mage on a journey to right the wrongs he left behind him at home, is keeping. He is my favorite of all my characters and appears most often in my stories. This particular work is copyrighted and I am in the process of finding a publisher. (No luck yet :( )
Well. For better or for worse, this story insists on being continued. This is a kind of inbetween-sequence to give you an idea of what's happening at the museum. This mermaid of mine is getting creepier and beastlier by the minute. But I like that evolution. Granted, I hate this with a passion - there's no substance to it at all, I need to pray to my author-gods (Adams, Foer, Meyer, Williams, Lukyanenko...) for forgiveness and salvation...but Liesel, a friend of mine who sort of authorizes my work, said she loved it, and Jess (something like my illustrator XD) merely said it's a bit long in places. So I'll just see what Elfwood will say.
The tremulous voice of the city as understood by a girl who has tasted every flavor of rain. Insane or painfully observant? A young woman's struggle with reality, dogma, beauty, destruction, love and the possibility of living. Brilliant.... Written 2001.