An angel visits a man on christmas morning. This, along with over 30 other poems, is avalible in my new e-book. Check out my website for details.
Chapter 2 is a whole different section then the first chapter. This one is about a girl named Morgan..and I don't want to spoil the rest..
Now, back to the section about Larae. Now she encounters this guy named Striker. He looks like a bishonen (pretty boy) but he isn't all what he seems
firstly, i changed the title in hopes that it might be put in the correct order. sorry for confusion. now, this is set in europe, but other than that, nothing is like it is now. all characters and incidents are fictional.
Story ~ Sect 2/?: Aliaya finds herself alone and unprotected. Theres nothing she can do but continue or go back to her father. She continues on....
This is a li'l story chapter that's Unfinished but this is how far I got when I started it. Started writing it about... when I was 13-14ish. Tell me what ya think about it and maybe I'll try finishing up the chapter and writing more for the story... It's a werewolf attack thingie... okay just go read it now.
This chapter talks about Lacosya's life in more detail.
Yes, there is a part two! Lina wakes from her coma tose state only to find Sage watching over her. The healer, Viyana, and Sage bicker out in the hall while a mysterious child attacks Lina.
Another rondeau, this time about a monster. Little children are tasty!
A Crapsey cinquain in iamb. I've followed the tradition of titling the cinquain in a way that it can be read as a sixth line.
Wrote this last year and filed it away. One of my dear friends ('Moony') adores this poem. I think its meh. So Monny, this is for you. It fots pretty much any setting, Medevial, Modern, Future, because the central theme of the poem is timeless. No matter how many Evil Overlords, Cruel dictors we overthrow, not matter how much money donated to charity, how many people in Peace Corps, there will always be suffering. Out there in the world, kids steal and/or work in factories or mines to live. There will always be the streets, the underworld and nothing can ever change that. Depressing note, eh?
This is a story in a poetic form about a man who is hunted back by his own victim.
I wrote this one day when I was feeling particularly scared of the shadows.
Just as always, this stroy is better read then summarized. by now you should have an idea of the story, so just go read it. Leave a comment too please.
The forest was quiet; the moons had been lingering in the sky for some time now. Fresh snow had just fallen and was beginning to transform into ice. All animals were asleep, all life was still.