A poem about observations about life and God and silly obsessions that people sometimes have thinking that what they're obsessing over is the only thing that will make them happy.
Have you ever considered what it might be like to be able to hear what people are thinking? Have you really?
Finally my take on the PlanetSide project. Not quite a year late...
I can't think of a thing to call this other than 'Time.' This is a sort of autobiographical story told by Leah, and since it seems to be a bit long, I've put it up in separate little parts for patience and sanity's sake. (Though, if I get asked enough, once I'm finished - because I'm far from it - I'll put the whole thing up as one large, very large story.) In this part, Leah first encounters a woman who will lead her life with the influence of only a graced, occasional presence while playing in the sandbox.
A man is haunted by gruesome memories that nothing seems to be able to drown away. He has come to the conclusion that revenge is the only way to allay the pain. Luckily for him, there is a vampyre hunter nearby under the same resolve. The difference between the two is immediately noticeable; he is a pathetic wretch, though somewhat justified, and she is a thread of iron, unbreakable and determined.
The first in the world of the Knights, expect a lot more of these in the future (hopefully, if I ever get them written)
This is a relatively old story telling the story of how Diana, Dorland and Spudge met the gypsy Droof. I am now in the process of changing the story since now I have decided that Droof and Spudge knew each other before hand and met the other two together. Oh, and yea, Droof is not a gypsy name, and it is not his real name either. It's a nickname, just like Dorland's name and Spudge's. Droof's real name is Drayven.
This tells of the torment of the Angel of Truth as she is imprisoned and tortured by 'The Lie's' demons.
Would heaven allow sinners, for the sake of love? Something I sometimes wonder...
I was in a bit of an other-wise mood, at the time, if you can tell.. :P
Written in September of 2003, because I got rather tired of reading about the same perfect, drop-dead beautiful/handsome (no pun intended) vampire stereotypes and wanted a few realistic touches (if there CAN be realism in this genre ;)
Ok, so this was an assignment at school, we had to write a short story... a REALLY short story. And I know it's twisted, and so am I if you believe my classmates... So here it goes! Read on, Brave Vistior, and if Adelaide ever visits you, put on a pair of mirrored sunnies and bolt!
One of my favourites; If there's anything I've ever written that I truly feel the need to revise until it's bleeding, so I can send it in to a literary magazine, this is it. A simple modern fantasy/magical realism of young girl who may or may not be delusional. I'd really like feedback here on a few certain aspects: Does the story present itself well enough? Is the ending confusing? How might I be able to give more of the other characters, particularly Alice's siblings, in a sutble way that won't take you away from the story to describe them? Things like that. I really would like to get this story to be the best it can, but I need your help. Update: August 25, 2004: Fixed the small errors comments, they have been so valuable!), as well, a touched up the ending a bit more, hoping to add some clarity, as well as mentioning a few minor, subtle details at the age of the characters.
Call it annoyance, but I notice that young children have lost this...and adults have as well...so, I decided to...err...write something