Hmm... what to say about this chapter. It took forever to write. It was so hard to find the right words. I hope I finally did. The quotation which is in bold italics is from the bible. Its from 1 Corinthians 15: 55. Since this biblical chapter inspired me to write so much of this story, I thought it was fitting for me to include part of it in my text.
Its almost a sequal of the voices poem, it has the same theme, I wrote them apart from each other, but this one I did in Maths, maybe I just wanted to escape my Teacher
This is also a VERY (note the uppercase letters) short intro. It's about a woman who meets a witch who grants her 3 wishes. She soon finds out that having everything you want isn't everything you want.
This piece is inspired by a song called 'Notre Dame des Ronces', by Nothvs Filivs Mortis, and it should be playing right now. So turn up your volume, speakers and the like... If all attempts to listen to the song fail and you're intent on hearing it, please go to http://artists.mp3s.com/artist_song/910/910803.html and click on either 'Lo Fi Play' or 'Hi Fi Play'. Thanks. By the way, this piece should officially be part of the chaos series.
This a lyric type poem that kinda came to me. I was watching Dogma... I guess that explains the fallen angel thing. Please read and review. I might revise this and add more verses.
So it is the return of the psycho monologues. This is for and requested by Gabs although i am a little hesitent to dedicate this to anyone...but if it makes you happy ;) Confessions and Tombs were here before, removed for space, but now i have added Control, just as another slice of insanity...can we see a progression in these? Hold on to your sanity...and enjoy ^_^ Okay a fourth proof of my deteriorating sanity...yes i have managed to write four of these and this latest ones is the most subversive of the lot - proof of why i should not be writing things at 11pm on a sunday night...no matter how short they are. Confused? You will be ;)
This kinda came to me in the middle of the night, I'm not much of a poet, but something I was talking about with someone just clicked and all this came rushing out, I had to grab a pen quick, tell me if you like, or if you don't like.
Ok... I'm not really sure where I got the inspiration to this poem. I think I had finished reading a book or watching a movie and I was... inspired *-* (sparkle sparkle) Haha. Hope you like.
Another poem. I guess this can be considered fantasy/ horror. I never really defined what the subject of the poem was. It was written in response to a poem my fiancee wrote.
An interesting poem done one day while I was in a strange mood.
Here also for your viewing pleasure is Chapter Eight of my first novel. This was written in conjunction with chapter seven as a series of events that I hadn't planned on before. I was able here to really put into writing a few things I had only hinted at in the original draft. Read and Enjoy!
Lisa's world is perfect until she starts hearing a voice in her head. What's going on?
Okay, this is from a dream I had. I don't like clowns, they scare me.
I was kinda in one of those 'moods' when I wrote this little catastrophe...and I was thinking of a little chant the girls were doing involving the line 'People dying, children crying. Concentrate! CONCENTRATE!' I always knew girls were evil deep down, and even superficially. That's besides the point. I'm going to shut up now and let you read. Can you see me? Good.... I've always wanted to do that.......
Well, I've decided to submit this one in the same ticket as chapter 14 just because these two just felt like they shouldn't be separated. It was another of those chapters that wouldn't let me rest. Oh! Again, the quotation in bold italics is from the bible. Its from first Corinthians 15:55. Its the same one I used in chapter 12.
Experimenting with severely surrealistic writing with this and the other stories I just put up. In case you couldn't tell :)
The people around Jen are beginning to act a bit strangely. She suspects the voice in her head is her Chipa...
After the disappearance of a boy at school, in connection with a series of fires, Jen begins to hear voices. This is the maybe-beginning of a story, but started off as an exercise in surreality. The environment is futuristic, though it's probably not apparent right now.