This is the first chapter of a novel which I have been writing for a long time, and have got quite a lot further with than I usually do. i can really see this one going somewhere, but i'd love to know what you think of it and whether or not you'd like me to post some more up.
My own take on 'Sleeping Beauty.' Sick of waiting for your prince to come? Might be time to take matters into your own hands.
A young man goes to sleep one lonely evening and wakes up 6 six years in the past.
This is the prologue of a story I am working on. I am working on Chapter 1 at the moment and I will soon post it and continue work on it. As to whom the sleeper is... You'll see alongside with me, I am not too sure either. Ohh and thanks to Damien Tauri for proofreading it. Thanks!!!!
I did this for Emily McDurman's little contest thingy. I've tried uploading this thing at least four times already and everytime it's come out with funky fonts and stuff, so this time I changed the way it was formatted and rewrote it on a different computer. It had better come out right this time.
Meet Adrian, meet Chilali. Wonder how badly I can twist their tragic little lives? Badly.
A night-time visitor plays with the children... but what are his intentions?
A singled out vampire, vowed to take the lives of those who have slayed his and his sister's mortal life. Bent on revenge, he goes out to seek these vampires and drain them of every ounce of blood.
You've seen this one before. I've done some heavy editing on this one to make it more suitible. A look into the royal court of one of Nen's southern countries.
Just a poem I wrote in my head one night as I was going to sleep. I hope this gets published. Please read all the way through or else you wont get the idea. Enjoy! ^_^
I've always been fascinated by the fabric of the evening sky and all the astral bodies that guard us when we sleep. Thus inspired, I wrote this poem in 1996. Looking at it now, I can say I don't really like this one very much. It's just too 'sweet' I suppose. Until I come up with a better one, I'll leave it here for everyone to read.
'Why do I stay awake to talk to you?' This is a real question I asked someone once at 3 a.m. after an amusing, nocturnal phone conversation.
This poem is based off of one of my dreams. In this dream I was not a person, just conciousness. There was nothing material. Everything was just made of color and shifted constantly. I had no name. There was no language, and all I felt was a sense of something slighty wrong in this place; wrong in the sense that I belonged there, but on a mountain made of shifting colors was some force that did not belong there. It reminded me of the story Celephais by H.P Lovecraft in which the character Kuranes experiences many dream worlds, and meets these intelligent gases that exist beyond infinity where no time, matter, or gravity is present. I wonder all the time if I was dreaming, had a holy experience, or maybe ascended to some higher plane of existence, or it could've been something else. Either way, I have never returned to that world in my sleep, but felt the need to document it in the way I thought best, poetry.