Well here is the second part in my work to keep the timeline flowing. Unfortunately I made some changes and so I'm going to have to rewrite the next chapter too. Heck might as well redo the whole thing, might change the story quite a bit too. I think the part I'm doing now can wait until I've explained the characters a little better. Let me know what you think of the changes made in this chapter. Mainly just the first half or so is different, I didn't change the ending too much. Sorry if its a hassle to go through again.
In this poem I wrote several years ago for a class, a young soul looks into the heavens, and the heaven look back, granting him a companion and magnificient journey
This one is about this girl who has a rare gift, er some sort of 6th sense that she can sense when a supernova blows up (i don't quite know how accurate that is, maybe it's only the ones within a certain radius from her.) This one was another late night spurt of creativity. I realized later that it wasn't altogether an original idea... but then again, nothing really is.
A little poem I wrote when I had been away from MY dear star for way too long.
Amanda M. Howard told me that the best presents are not bought but made. I wrote this as a birthday preset for a very special lady.
This is a poem about finding the star of hope, the star each of us has.
In search of his sister, Star learns the Legend of Felindoria, the place where all cats originated, a story most special to black cats.
And it's back! *happiness* Again, this was inspired by a car driving alongside mine. In it were a man and a young girl, her hands folded on a white pillow. I couldn't help but wonder, 'where are they going?' Thus, Wish Child.
This is a continuation of the Andromeda series that began as a Language Arts I assignment.
This is the beginning of the whole thing. It is part of the first book. All of the books as of yet have no titles until I've finished them, but, knowing me, that'll me a VERY long way away. Anyway, enough of my banter. UPDATE: I've revised it, adding a little description here and there.
Ok... I know that this one really gets confusing... I am sorry... I kinda wrote the two at different times and I am almost confused myself, I had wanted to scrap the whole story, but I decided instead to get feedback first...
Umm... nothing really special, just about Rani, I can't say too much without giving anything away! I don't really think that this is very good, and I'm finding it very cliché!
This has nothing to do with the rpg nightlife(which is a great game, by the way). It's another not-so-cyber - punk story. What i've been doing alot recently is work on the story elements of cyberpunk. Yeah, hardware is important. In my humble oppionion one of the biggest mistakes cyberpunk authers make is being too dependent on hardware and not enought on wetwear. Cyberpunk is a state of mind, not a state of body. If it was a state of body then comic book cyborgs would be cyberpunk. Having metal in your frame has nothing to do with riding the edge of the dark future. There are plenty of cyberpunks in popular media who dont have a single implant but who are way more part of the genre than your run of the mill cyberninja. Check out the character Leon in 'The Professional' if you dont beleave me.
I was browsing the Elfwood Galleries when I came across a beautiful image by Marie E. Bird. It inspired me to write this poem. I'd like to thank her for creating this inspiring image and giving me permission to use it. Please take some time to visit her gallery (click here).
A series of letters from a future that wasn't too different from our world now...with one glaring difference.
This is a story of heroes, reluctant and voluntary. This is a story of love, lucky and unlucky. This is a story of fate and being all that you can be, whether it be easy or not, whether it seems right or not. We are who we are and will always be, in life, in death and beyond. http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/libr/r/i/rivana/atirien00.html.html
This is the beginning of a story I've been planning for 5 years or so... I have translated it on my own, and as English is not my mother's language, there minght be some mistakes... Tell me if there are some. And please, please, please comment!
Three hundred years after a civil war that cripples interstellar travel mankind is slowly limping along, too stubborn to die. What remains of the strong federal power, the Network, is too weak overall to punish the clannish Families, who now control trade between the stars with their pitifully few ships. A new power has its fingers in the dark, though, and it hunts those who would dare the stars. edit v 0.05;