I wrote this for one of the most important women in my life, my mother, my sister, my teacher, my inspiration, the Goddess.
A chant I wrote for a drama thing. I got to be sacrificed! Tee hee hee. Anyway, I feel it's fairly self explanatory.
This is a very old poem that I wrote a few years ago (that's why it's so BAAAAD!) but just recently re-discovered from the fathoms of my wardrobe (Where my mounds of notebooks lie). It's another one that I wrote for a story called 'Ruthless's Shadow'. It was a story about real witches in real life, based on my experiences practising witchcraft and manipulating the forces of nature. In this story there was a poem at the beginning of every chapter about some aspect of magick in the natural world.
This is a story of war, essentially, and the people that come of it. William Ively, a surveyor during a peaceless fuedal time, meets a strange and quiet Outsider... and, in that, learns a little of himself. 'And the Raven Sang,' tentatively titled. Ooh... this is another older piece, 'old' being last June or July. Its the first installment in what is going to be a pretty long series, based on a short story I wrote an even longer while ago and wanted to expand on. I'm doing grammar-spelling checks as I go along, I'm already quite a way into it... it's all a matter of uploading in that case, and I'm pleased to say that this story, if anything, at least has a decent chance of getting finished or near-finished. Heh. Wishful thinking. As for the writing itself... I've got mixed feelings on this one... as for characters, events... hopefully it'll improve as I go along. Hopefully. *crosses fingers, no matter how hard it may be to type that way*
'The room’s design was a work of dark genius, put together by a man who had spent many long years studying the subtle arts of persuasion, manipulation and coercion. The great hall had been the culmination of all Vasper’s art and skill and served its intended purpose ruthlessly and efficiently.'
' “What was it you said before? That I should bow to my master? It is long since time that you were educated about the true gravity of the position you now find yourself in.” Vasper said, half whispering and half hissing in Bey’s ear. “I will show you who the real master is.” '
This is just another short story. A sudden idea that I just had to write down, featuring a man, a woman, a witch and a pendulum. I'm not quite contented yet about the way the ending is written, perhaps I have to rewrite that part a little.
Chapter 2: Joseph brings Sorieya home with him to Halifax to a very mixed welcome and discovers something going on that is abhorant to both of them
A twist on the Salem Witch Trials. A man comes to Salem and soon after, the village begins experiencing problems. They immediately assume witchcraft, and begin trying people for witchcraft. By the way, need a better name for it!!
Anya, the cursed child of a woman burned as a witch must try to find her place in a harsh and unforgiving world. Throughout her adventures she seeks to find the answers to her past that her mother never told her, and more importantly, a home.
A story started for my love of Vampyr lore, a story of a new Vampyr searching for love whilst he rules over the dead.
' “Someday,” spoke the master, all aglow with the dark and mysterious energy, “when your power has come into its ultimate completion, you shall become the mighty star around whom the fates of all the great and small in Serapis, Unver and Giliathor beyond, shall orbit. When that day comes you will have only to reach out your hand to the dalgo board and move the pieces where you will. In that moment, you could challenge the gods themselves.' '
The crowd collectively shuddered at the implications of Vizina’s questions. Had she, in fact, deserved what Vasper had done to her? “No,” Bey answered, “not when she was under the orders of the King!”
This is the start of a story I've been planning since I was 13. The characters and actual story has changed sooooo much since then that all that's really the same is the name of the world - Ferrathist. Anyway, the prologue is set along long time (several hundred years) before the rest of the story, at this time the world is being brutally repressed by the mages. There is one way to save the future - but in such a desperate situation it's hard for people to trust, or act in anyway other than for themself and there own. The prolouge is potentially quite depressing, so... you're warned...any feed back would be welcomed, I have been told it's a bit wordy so I might takle that at some point. Other chapters might hopefully appear in time, but that time could very well be a very long way away ~ =p... i Am LaZy!!!... =]
I did this for my language arts class and decicded i liked it enough to finish it
Oddly I started this story before something really crappy happened to me and now I feel about like the woman in it...anyway, a woman's last thoughts as she dies.
warning: the name(s) have been changed to protect my best interests! hehe, as if you couldn't tell already. Me...er...the girl in this story is in the process of taking her first fumbling steps down a new path even though she's bound to get hit by a few brooms on the way!
'Oh, how he hated them, and how that hatred gave rise to darker things within. He had quenched their thirst with the blood seeping from his many wounds to form sticky pools on the dirty floor below, fed their hunger with flesh stripped from his ravaged body by devilish scourges woven with the jagged shards of his own broken bones.'