Ruth Petroff

Writers I particularly admire (in no particular order): Clive Barker, HP Lovecraft, Neil Gaiman, Herman Hesse, Robert Heinlein, Isaac Asimov, Writers of the Bible, Madeleine L'Engle, Friedrich Nietszche, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Lao Tzu, Federico Garcia Lorca, Octavio Paz, Richard Rodriguez, J. Michael Stracynski, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Frank Miller, Emily Bronte, Edgar Allan Poe, Dr. Seuss, LM Montgomery, John Donne, Chuang Tzu, Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Books I'm particularly reading right now: Phil Caputo, A Rumor of War Sun Tzu, Art of War Seymour Menton, El Cuento Hispanoamericano Joseph Campbell, Jung Music I particularly enjoy (partial and random list): Fear Factory, Megadeth, Soulfly, Musorgsky, Sepultura, Pantera, The Roots, Jill Scott, The Blackeyed Peas, Outkast, Simon and Garfunkel, Vincente Fernandez, did I mention Fear Factory? Type O Negative, System of a Down, The Smashing Pumpkins, Mocedades, Offspring, Radiohead, Live, Tool, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Apocalyptica, U2, Theatre of Tragedy, Rammstein, The Cranberries, Frank Sinatra, Chris Isaak, oh, and Fear Factory. People I particularly owe a link to (guess what order they're in): Segun Williams Charlotte “Chyaz the Moose” Samuel James K. Bowers Quotes that particularly entertain, motivate or otherwise stimulate me: 'Nothing will ever be attempted, if all possible objections must first be overcome.' - Samuel Johnson 'Think of your many years of procastination; how the gods have repeatedly granted you further periods of grace, of which you have taken no adventage. It is time now to realize the nature of the universe to which you belong, and that controlling power whose offspring you are; and to understand that your time has a limit set on it. Use it then, to your enlightenment, or it will be gone and never in your power again.' - Marcus Aurelius, Meditations 'Nothing exists which is not 'that', nothing exists which is not 'this'. I cannot look at something through someone else's eyes, I can only truly know something which I know. Therefore 'that' comes out of 'this' and 'this' arises from 'that'. That is why we say that 'that' and 'this' are born from each other, most definitely.' - Chuang Tzu 'You have the right to work, but for the work's sake only. You have no right to the fruits of work. Desire for the fruits of work must never be your motive in working. Never give way to laziness, either.' - Sri Krishna, The Yoga of Knowledge, Bhagavad-Gita 'No pillow, need sleepy.' - Tommy, Tommy Boy 'It is education that has changed my life' - Richard Rodriguez '...Now say, have women worth? or have they none? Or had they some, but with our Queen is't gone? Nay masculines, you have thus taxed us long. But she, though dead, will vindicate our wrong. Let such as say our sex is void or reason Know 'tis a slander now but once was treason.'--Anne Bradstreet, 'In Honor of That High and Mighty Princess' ---------------- i'm a particular person in a particular place that likes to write particular things. i particularly like it when people leave comments regarding particular pieces. this particular bio is particularly obnoxious, don't you think?


though i'm reluctant to, i am going to post this to get feedback on it. it's part of a story i'm writing that is not finished yet. dependant on how it turns out (if at all), you'll perhaps see more of this story posted. please let me know how to improve this piece...

Great Wyrm

i am trying to capture an essence here. perhaps some things are beyond words.


So enticing...


sudden inspiration, from frustration of not writing anything worth posting in months...finally, something!


gosh, it's been so long since i posted anything, since i've had to write an introduction. this is my first post in a really long time, just a short piece to excercise my creative brain muscle. tell me what you think...


i was very much awake when i wrote this in the middle of the night. i'm not sure where the idea came from, except that lately i have been wondering what human reactions are to extreme events. i hope to do several short pieces to illustrate my ideas.


you know who you are...


if i was a gargoyle, i think i would kill myself...


when you're awake late at night, a million thoughts running through your head, and you toss and turn, you wish for a moment of peace, momentary serenity, high above everything...


this story is dedicated to my friend Jace (whose comments are scattered throughout my writings here). he was the sole inspiration for this piece, and it is his birthday present from me. he's an awesome writer, and i'm trying to get him to post his stuff! (hint hint). anyway, enjoy the story...


again, i am not sure how this poem came about. it just sorta did. draw your own conclusions.


i don't even know how to preface this. i guess if you're really intent on finding out what the symbolism stands for, you can email me. but i think it should be fairly obvious, then again, this is the author speaking...this is the embodiment of one of the hardest times in my life...


not sure where this one came from...just sorta appeared. don't know what it means or what sick freudian subconscious thing i was trying to work out...but here it is, in whatever glory it may have...


this story is a companion to Succubus, also in my library. it really doesn't matter what order you read them in, they just complement each other. i'm just not sure about the length of it. i know the tabs on the dialogue are off, but i suck and i don't really want to go back and fix them...10.10.01~i decided that i didn't suck anymore, so i went through and edited a bit, and hopefully fixed those damn tabs that torment my soul...


i know that this is not original, but to my credit, i was unaware of another piece like it until after i wrote it...and i also found a piece of art that is the same thing...but this one is mine! all mine!!


ummm...really don't have much to say about this one...except, well, nothing i guess...kinda self explanatory, if there is anything to explain...


i am unsure, but i have been told that some of my pieces are timeless...they are issues that affect you, regardless of place or time or status...if i may be so bold, i would like to enter this piece into that category...


Too close to home for everyday life experiences often are translated into fantasy in my writing. This one is one I still have to conquer


prayer? plea?


::looks at the poems:: it really started out as something else, i promise. but it seems like some sort of rite of passage that every writer at one point or another pens a tragic love something or other. so here it is.

Brotherly Love

based on a dream (not mine). i know it's a two word title, but it just had to be...