A lonley vampire sits and writes a ramble about his existence
A legacy to live by..., well, in a fantasy world, I suppose.
A poem I wrote mostly to take up space in a poetry project. A four minute little 'ditty' I conjured up very, very early in the morning.
This is probably my second favorite poem that I've written. Who is the silent one? You know.
A story-in-progress... maybe I'll continue... maybe not. It certainly is bizarre. if I do say so myself.
You may have heard that Silence is Golden, and I do not deny that vampires do look as good as gold, but they can sure be dangerous, too. . . . You have been warned. Copyright Erin M Latimer(C) July 2008
My feeling about Nordic winters, it is more of a poem than a story but I would let the readers decide it.
This is a short story that I wrote a few weeks back, just sitting alone in my basement apartment. It took me about two or three weeks to realize the double meaning of the title, even though I picked the title my self. I see this as a poet's prose story, and this is the only type of prose I can write with any personal satisfaction.
I wrote this for a short story contest at school. The english translation doesn't do it justice (a new one should be up shortly). If you know French, I strongly recommend you stick to that version. As you read it, try and decide what or who are the three caracters and tell me in a comment. I have yet to find someone seeing the same thing in it as an other.
I wouldn't want a fairy for a puppet, certainly not Ragnhild :)
A short story about a family man who just wants a little peace and quiet, and gets just what he wished for. I'm workshopping it before submitting it for publication.
This is about me...or dawn, I mean. No, it's about a winter dawn. Hehe...
First paragraph/stanza contains much cliche, but don't worry, that's intended. A view of the night. Inspired by a beautiful image and some reading prior to that. Nothing to do with religion or spiritual enlightment, BTW.
Something I wrote one saturday evening not too long ago... Just something that can (I believe) be interpret in several ways. Not actually fantasy, but I just had to upload something.
This is one of a two part set. They are about the ravens of Odin, the head Nordic god. This one is in honor of Mugin, the raven of Thought.
This is probably my favorite poem of my new ones I have posted. It has this nice end-of-the-world feel to it. I wrote it for a good friend after his Mom died, just so he would know that he can take a few minutes, and mourn about it.
The house was quiet at midnight. I could find nothing else better to do than to listen to my boyfriend breathe on the phone. I tip-toed up to my room and stuffed my head under some blankets to drown out my voice when I talked. He was busy watching TV, and I hated being ignored. So I rambled on these simple words and decided to write them down. I thanked him after being so quiet.