it's not my best work, but it's alright i suppose... actually, i just wanted a story with long funny names, and this is what came out!! ^__^
Sometimes sacrifice involves sin, and sin always involves pain, as any fallen angel can tell you...
This is a vampire poem. The vampire, of course, can't resist blood, however he/she wants to retain the last bit of humanity he/she has and doesn't want to be a monster or a sinner
Leviathan’s decisions lead to their ultimate conclusion.
This is the forth out of the five I have Fallen from Grace stories. I posted this one because it of the discription. This one is last on the list to be finished, so be patient.
This was an assignment in poetry class... to think of what certain colors symbolized... 'Spring Dance' is the revised version of purple, this is red.
A fairy tale about sins and children and kings and daughters and things like that.
This is a bit different than most of the writing you've seen. I glimpse into what physical pain and emotional turmoil, depression does to ones spirit.
Kares is a very historic city, the hub of thousands of years of history, and the heart of Orthodox Deiam for many of those years. Many sources, including the staunch atheist Karl Wyrdman, hail it as one of the most beautiful cities in the world. However, even a rose has thorns, and none are more aware of this than Father Miachellan. A doctor, priest and scholar at the Arsudei Heshin, he is among the few struggling to fulfil the medical needs of the hundreds of sick and dying turned out by the recent strike at Eden, Inc. However, he soon learns that the cities troubles are more widespread, and, indeed, closer to home than he had imagined.
Basically, I just grabbed a title name, and started to make things up as I went along, the end product being what you see before you. It doesn't necessarily reflect my views on religion, but it's always nice to look at things from both angles.
While i was writing this i thought it was be rather ironic if an angel was reading it over my shoulder...
i've had to streach some of the rhyme a little but it worked out quite nicely. comments welcome.
An old piece I did in 9th grade, the only surviving work from my story, 'Sin'. I wrote this when I was facinated with demons and middle age Christianity.
What if everything you believed to be morally correct was, in reality, immorral?
This i was inspired by the legends of the Angels that fell from heaven and chose to mate with the women of the earth. When i wrote this i only had one angel in mind.........Sammael aka Lucifer or Satan. He can be such a temptation......right?