SciFi & Fantasy Fiction and Stories by Jennifer Alice Peters

Congratilations on being writer of the day!) Your writings are very interesig, sort of "poems in prose", it's so original. They are short, but they tell much!

I'm glad I found your library. It is suce intense, chaotic energy, I am forced to simply let it flow over me and feel it. Never stop writing.

Your work is so meaningful, it's the sort of thing I aspire to create, but I can't.

I can't find your updates. *kicks computer*

Jennifer Alice Peters replies: "Don't worry it's not your computer it's just elfwoods new policies. They don't seem to consider poetry at fantasy writing. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to slip in my poems with my drawings when I can. Maybe I'll look into joining a poetry site of some kind, since I seem to have at least one fan of my writing "

Pretty, innocence lost is such a poignant subject.

Some day truth will ring. I have through all my desperate hope this one thing – to burn within me - To ease my suffering, the ceaseless nights - agony. What but this fallow deer can look so innocently? I know I cannot. That gift is lost to me – how they cannot look upon me – wretchedly. It’s not my privilege. And I say, truth will ring - truth will sing! It will soar like clouds over mountains - birds over trees… And I will smile. Bitterly. Because for all my pain and all their pain it will not be enough! And still fate would grab me by my shirt cuff and pull me along anyway. I do not resist… what good is hand or fist? – Against fate. For me it is a little late… I lay silently in the grass, it is forgiving though my tongue be of ash. Fires have all burned away… Little deer won’t you stay? I have no one left - Who will play? With me… I can’t even see. You’ve taken my vision. I’m blind, deaf. Cannot envision. But were my life of chance decision, it’s ephemeral to the stars. Who can rail against such bars? Yet you would seem so certain... For you there is no curtain covering those eyes. And for folly or mistake I want desperately to have vision again. For all your insight what would lay in your wake seems painless. What you see in a world so lucid – leaves me – hopeless. When will I see again? For all of my life – Where have you been?

I do not know if gods are infallable but i do know that when i lay down to go to sleep something invissable curles up next to me on top of the covers - just like it did when i slept out in the woods (with only a groundcloth, a blanket and a plastic tarp to keep off the rain ... ~

Wishes are vain things...dreams guide our lives...one more dream has caught me up on it's wings. Dreams inspired by thoughts and feelings written down by people like you. Perceptions...insights. It's all the same to me, and yet I revel in your world of color and shades. I'm not referring to visual art, I'm referring to the colors and shades of your words. They keep me in my fantasy world and blend it with life, helping me make it through the day.

I other words, you have made a difference in my life with your excellent writings.

I left you some comments on your artpage,bio,darkness,and live-journal sad art tips forum.I hope to join soon and i hope you'll leave me some comments/critism(sp) if you can. Thats if i can join.
Good bye
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