This is a poem I wrote...wandering through the bizarre landscape that is my mind and soul. (Written September 1998)
I got the idea for this from a ghost story I read. It was titled 'The Boy Who Sang for Death.' I don't remember the author, but it was a wonderful work about a boy who saves his brothers from dying on a battle field by singing for Death(a girl). Death liked his singing so much that she offered him his brothers' lives if he would stay be her and sing for her always. This is pretty old, and it strikes me as kind of simple, but I like it.
I stayed up 'till waaay past midnight one night to finish this thing. I tried to incorporate as many elements of fantasy as I could. I enjoy this one, and I am pretty satisfied with it. Narrative poems are hard, since the matter being processed is slightly less nebulous than some other kinds of poetry.
Well, I wouldn't have put this up here because poems aren't things I'm very good at, but I decided that it was good enough...it doesn't really seem like it fits in Wyvern but it goes with the Hunters in most of my other stories (not just Night of Magic, though at the moment it's the only one with Hunters in it)...I was trying to think up something a Hunter in my world would sing and came up with this...it isn't the best but it's not the worse I've ever created...
A story of courage... A story of wit... A story of adventure... But most of all... A story of love...
this is one of my favorite charecters i've written about. he's also one of the most drawn charecters i've ever done. this is chapter 1
This is the second chapter. If you can live through the exposition of the last chapter, you should enjoy this. In htis chapter you meet Rob who... I'll let you see for yourself.
Let the trials begin! Arcturus will finally begin his lessons under Kuriyami's guidance.
I was working on some other story completely unrelated to this, I don't even remember which one. And suddenly I was smacked in the face by this powerful image of a pale boy with dark hair dressed in black, hands outstretched screaming in rage and releasing a powerful stream of devastating power from his very being. Outta nowhere. Just dropped down and insisted that he be brought in to being. So I gave him setting and a name an d a personality and.... there ya go. Enjoy.
well wouldn'tcha know it? chapt 4 maybe someday i'll get around to writing chapter 5...who knows?
okay i have to explain something!contemplation's original name was else and this one is something they were written on the same day and i was in the same mood but slghtly more philosophical in this one.this story heavely relys on Doctor who and immortal rain for insperation beacuse immortality nom matter how promising does and always will be a lonely journey!this character has no features or description (weird for me actually) and im not sure if i want to continue with it!sorry ):
I wrote this poem with one of my good friends, who happened to sign my guestbook as Laurie-girl. It's really a very odd poem, but quite interesting, if I do say so myself. And I know it is somewhat random, and there are some rhymthm problems, but hey... (A 2004 piece)
This poem is similar in many respects to J.R.R. Tolkien's GOBLIN FEET; however, it is uniquely different.
This is a much longer work about a young man, a story-teller, wandering a world of myth and magic. He is searching for a famed dragon-sorcerer who may hold the key to who he really is. Along the way he survives by telling various tales, some of which may be myth, and some that may have once been true.
This is the first chapter of The-story-currently-called-'The Jesters' Tale'-but-that-might-change-in-the-future.