I wrote this while sitting outside a church waiting for my friend (who is now studying to be an Anglican Minister) to finish Easter Youth Service. Mmm... guess my religious preferences!
UPDATED: 04/11/10I had this story on my shelf once before, so you may remember it if you visit my page often.This story has been flittering around in my head for a bit now. I read an anthology called "The Green Man" a while back (which I HIGHLY recommend) and after finishing it I had a desire to offer my own thoughts / fiction on the topic. And this is that story, or the first of three parts to the story. This is the second update. Those of you who may have read it before will notice the gammar & errors have been fixed up, and I have added a bit. I also decided to take a saga dialog route, which I think will be more interesting within the story. This means that there are no quotes around speech.I have since realized, upon finishing this work, that if I do not sit down and focus on one piece and just write it, it will probably never get done, or taper off in quality. You may notice that with this 3-part story. After writing this part, I went back and edited it, then wrote some of the second, did some editing, fixed the first, more tweaking.... By the time I reached the third part I was tired of it.So, in the end, I decided to post all three parts. I may return to it sometime, but the real goal was a writing exercise for ideas and style, so enjoy what you will. As always, I love to hear your thoughts. I will likely return to this piece after a break, a long break.http://willpak1.elfwood.com/Live-Like-a-Bird.3557755.html
Ice Angel is your average Wiccan girl in a not so average world. With Ice's newfound runaway life, how will she ever find True Love?
I love this poem! My poetry class didn't. You can figure your own meaning to it, I guess.
Another poem. Based on the story of the descent of Inanna, who was a Babylonian goddess. You can figure out the story yourself, or look it up somewhere. There are meant to be a lot of sexual connotations to the story, but that is ignored in this telling.
This is a small poem about how I think the universe was created. Be sure to check out the drawing I did, too.
The last of this 3-part series. Be sure to read the first two parts first (obviously) and see the into on the first part for more info. You may notice a lack of quality in this last part, which is because of a few things. 1) It has not been edited, 2) It is a quick draft, and 3) I am a bit burned out / tired of working on this story (see why in the first part. None the less, I did enjoy this story, and I learned a few things. It was really nothing more than a writing exercise, like most of my work is, so I'm not too worried about it. I may return at some later day and see what I can do to fix it up. That said, enjoy it for what it is ;)
Dagmar, a witch, goes to a clearing to perform a ritual to welcome the summer.
This was another project for school but it wasn't for Mr. K this time. It was for Ms. Ladieu, so, eh. In my handwriting this was 14 pages, but typed up it's a measley four! FOUR! That works, though, because the original assignment was a short story at least four pages long. I'm sure 14 would've just been overwhelming. Anywho I hope you enjoy this, because even though the whole Lip Sync thing is rather random I didn't have a choice (she made us pick a simile and a setting. Mine were 'white as a ghost' and 'at the lip sync', soo...) I hope you can live with the randomness. I tried.
This is dedicated to my Coven, the Coven of the Silver Moons. This is about a waterfall we found, with rocks, perfect for climbing. We have meetings there sometimes...but mostly, I wrote this for Flame Keeper, and I hope that he comes back from his summer trip to Arizona soon. *~*You are deeply missed Flame*~*
Another English task. This is a re-telling of the old folk tale of Hansel and Gretal.
This is an epic poem I wrote years ago. This is a fictional work set in ancient Ireland, on October 31st. At this time, the ancient Celts used to practice their “new year’s” ritual, as their year ended after the fall harvest. They called this holiday “Samhain”, which literally means “summer’s end”. On this night, they believed that the “veil” that separated the land of the living from the land of the dead was at it’s thinnest point and they could communicate with their deceased loved ones for a short time. In my narrative, the narrator is a traveling bard that has been invited to attend such a Druidic rite, and she is describing a few of the people she sees gathered around her. They all share one common trait, a belief in the old Gods, but they are very different, as you will discover as you read on.
A broken heart seeks revenge. Inspired by the Evanescence song of the same title.
Part two of this short story 'trilogy'. Be sure to read the first part first (obviously), and read the intro there if you want more info about this series.