The end has come at last to me,
Here I say goodbye.
Do not mourn for I am free,
When it is my time to die.
Oh, sweet hours that we have spent, how quickly they do fly
to us night is ever drawing nearer
and in you arms I lie
In the moonlight, here I smile, the end grows swiftly clearer.
My eyes, my love are growing dimmer
I sigh a final breath
They, to loose their brightest shimmer
When I am gone to death.
Heart is warm, though body chill
I'll remember you, my love, when I am under hill.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
English Sonnet
Tread lightly upon my heart,
you who do not intend to stay.
Make is possible to have a fresh start,
Walk along the side paths and pass me on my way.
Do not offer you hand, only to let me fall.
Do not make me wish for things that could never be.
Do not leave me waiting to hear your final call.
Do not make me to blind to see.
Tread lightly, tread lightly.
Leave no trace behind.
Always deal rightly,
With hearts that you may find.
Do not chain my soul to thee.
Teach my heart, then set me free.
you who do not intend to stay.
Make is possible to have a fresh start,
Walk along the side paths and pass me on my way.
Do not offer you hand, only to let me fall.
Do not make me wish for things that could never be.
Do not leave me waiting to hear your final call.
Do not make me to blind to see.
Tread lightly, tread lightly.
Leave no trace behind.
Always deal rightly,
With hearts that you may find.
Do not chain my soul to thee.
Teach my heart, then set me free.
Sonnett CXLVII
"I don't know you anymore."
Kim looked up from her screen for the briefest moment at Gavin, but said nothing. He would continue to speak, whether she wanted him to or not.
"You have changed so much that if I were to pass you on the street, I would not recognize you." Gavin was frustrated with his friend. She had changed not only her personality but her looks as well. He truly would not recognize her, and neither would her enemies.
"What do you want Gavin? Are you here just to try to get me to stop my downward spiral into hell?" Kim's tone was mocking.
"No." Gavin said simply. "I was just hoping that you would see what you are becoming."
"Of course I know what I am, and what I am becoming," Kim smiled, a wicked twist of the mouth, "I am becoming the Angel of Vengeance."
"But..."
"Go away."
Gavin turned to leave, his parting words, "For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night."
With that Gavin left the room, swearing to himself that this would be the last time he tried to reason with Kim; but he knew it was a lie.
Kim looked up from her screen for the briefest moment at Gavin, but said nothing. He would continue to speak, whether she wanted him to or not.
"You have changed so much that if I were to pass you on the street, I would not recognize you." Gavin was frustrated with his friend. She had changed not only her personality but her looks as well. He truly would not recognize her, and neither would her enemies.
"What do you want Gavin? Are you here just to try to get me to stop my downward spiral into hell?" Kim's tone was mocking.
"No." Gavin said simply. "I was just hoping that you would see what you are becoming."
"Of course I know what I am, and what I am becoming," Kim smiled, a wicked twist of the mouth, "I am becoming the Angel of Vengeance."
"But..."
"Go away."
Gavin turned to leave, his parting words, "For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night."
With that Gavin left the room, swearing to himself that this would be the last time he tried to reason with Kim; but he knew it was a lie.
Sonnet 25
"Let those who are in favor with their stars of public honor and proud titles boast," Theo declared disdainfully. "Let them glory in things that do not last, and honors that can be taken as easily as given. I care not that they take the credit, they will not be remembered in time's great wheel."
"I don't understand," Richard said.
Theo smiled a cryptic smile, "For example, The painful warrior famoused for fight, After a thousand victories once foil'd, is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd. Now tell me Richard, all of these warriors in battles of the past, do you know their names?"
"Of course, there is Livious and Flavious of Rome, Alexander the Great, Sun Tzu, I could keep going."
"Ah yes, but here is my point. They all continued to win. Now can you name me warriors that lost."
Richard looked stymied, and Theo smiled. "Such is fame and glory. Forgotten when there is no more to glory in."
"Then why won't you be forgotten?" Richard asked, truly wondering.
Theo smiled at his friend. "Happy I, that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed. That is immortality my friend, people who love you enough to remember you when you are gone."
"I don't understand," Richard said.
Theo smiled a cryptic smile, "For example, The painful warrior famoused for fight, After a thousand victories once foil'd, is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd. Now tell me Richard, all of these warriors in battles of the past, do you know their names?"
"Of course, there is Livious and Flavious of Rome, Alexander the Great, Sun Tzu, I could keep going."
"Ah yes, but here is my point. They all continued to win. Now can you name me warriors that lost."
Richard looked stymied, and Theo smiled. "Such is fame and glory. Forgotten when there is no more to glory in."
"Then why won't you be forgotten?" Richard asked, truly wondering.
Theo smiled at his friend. "Happy I, that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed. That is immortality my friend, people who love you enough to remember you when you are gone."
Deny
"Would you deny me? Would you send me away?"
"Yes I would; if it meant keeping you safe."
"Even if it meant that I had nothing more to live for? If you were to go; if you were to die, then I would cease to be. You who shape who I am are more important to me than my own life."
"Go home, I do not want you here."
"Yes I would; if it meant keeping you safe."
"Even if it meant that I had nothing more to live for? If you were to go; if you were to die, then I would cease to be. You who shape who I am are more important to me than my own life."
"Go home, I do not want you here."
Rape of Lucrece
"What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?" Heran asked warily. He stood on the brink of a misty cliff.
"A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy." came the mocking reply out of the mists. Eyes, sharp and hungry burned with an inner light that spoke of ageless power.
"Speak plainly," Heran demanded. He was tiring of these word games; though the others had warned him that this was all he could expect of the mists.
The same voice slithered out of the darkness and wrapped around Heran; demanding his attention. "Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy?
For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the scepter straight be stricken down?"
"A riddle?" Heran asked skeptically. He had come all this way to petition at the Cliffs of Fate, and all he got was a riddle?
"Yes," the voice whispered out of the dark.
Heran pondered the riddle, his brow furrowing in thought. After a few minutes a ghost of a smile crossed his lips, and he tossed his hair back from his face.
"The answer you seek is a Fool."
"Yes, it is." The voice was closer now. "I seek a fool, and it seems as if I have found one."
"A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy." came the mocking reply out of the mists. Eyes, sharp and hungry burned with an inner light that spoke of ageless power.
"Speak plainly," Heran demanded. He was tiring of these word games; though the others had warned him that this was all he could expect of the mists.
The same voice slithered out of the darkness and wrapped around Heran; demanding his attention. "Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy?
For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the scepter straight be stricken down?"
"A riddle?" Heran asked skeptically. He had come all this way to petition at the Cliffs of Fate, and all he got was a riddle?
"Yes," the voice whispered out of the dark.
Heran pondered the riddle, his brow furrowing in thought. After a few minutes a ghost of a smile crossed his lips, and he tossed his hair back from his face.
"The answer you seek is a Fool."
"Yes, it is." The voice was closer now. "I seek a fool, and it seems as if I have found one."
Sonnet 71
Gavin held the paper in his hand. The ink was smeared with tears, and his hand shook as he read his friends note.
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Gavin knew it was over already, but he had to try. Kim had never backed down from anything. He drove wildly through the night, he knew where she would be.
Gavin was running towards the house when he heard a gun shot ring out through the dark.
He saw his friend in a pool of blood, and knelt next to her, held her cooling hand in his own. In her hand he felt another scrap of paper.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.
'Goodbye Gavin, I am going home.'
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Gavin knew it was over already, but he had to try. Kim had never backed down from anything. He drove wildly through the night, he knew where she would be.
Gavin was running towards the house when he heard a gun shot ring out through the dark.
He saw his friend in a pool of blood, and knelt next to her, held her cooling hand in his own. In her hand he felt another scrap of paper.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.
'Goodbye Gavin, I am going home.'
Sonnet 66
Tired with all these for restful death I cry.
Kim stood in the darkness, it was the final one; the one that she saved for last. Tonight she would feel of her wrath and watch everything she held dear torn from her grasp. It was not enough for her life to be destroyed, she must know who it was; and why she were being punished. Kim had been very careful with this one, studied her for years. It was Jill Jensen now, not Jill Paqual, but it was the same woman, the same false veneer of kindness covering a vipers fangs.
Many of the others had died for what they had done, or had killed themselves, still others were now insane. Kim had orchestrated it to be this way.
Kim would let her live, to remain in the ruins of her once perfect life. Her husband, children, wealth and freedom were now to be destroyed.
Kim stood by as police officers converged on the house. Watched; as Jill was pulled into the night, arrested for a twenty year old murder. Kim only smiled an empty smile when Jill's eyes met hers, and recognition flashed for an instant before she was placed in a police car.
'I have my vengeance, and now there is no reason to continue on, no one to care if I live or die.'
Kim stepped out into the street, and pulled a small caliber pistol from her pocket.
Tired with all these from these would I be gone.
'I am coming David.'
Nestling the nose of the gun into her dark hair Kim looked on the world and her victory for the last time, and pulled the trigger.
(These lines are from Sonnet 66.)
Kim stood in the darkness, it was the final one; the one that she saved for last. Tonight she would feel of her wrath and watch everything she held dear torn from her grasp. It was not enough for her life to be destroyed, she must know who it was; and why she were being punished. Kim had been very careful with this one, studied her for years. It was Jill Jensen now, not Jill Paqual, but it was the same woman, the same false veneer of kindness covering a vipers fangs.
Many of the others had died for what they had done, or had killed themselves, still others were now insane. Kim had orchestrated it to be this way.
Kim would let her live, to remain in the ruins of her once perfect life. Her husband, children, wealth and freedom were now to be destroyed.
Kim stood by as police officers converged on the house. Watched; as Jill was pulled into the night, arrested for a twenty year old murder. Kim only smiled an empty smile when Jill's eyes met hers, and recognition flashed for an instant before she was placed in a police car.
'I have my vengeance, and now there is no reason to continue on, no one to care if I live or die.'
Kim stepped out into the street, and pulled a small caliber pistol from her pocket.
Tired with all these from these would I be gone.
'I am coming David.'
Nestling the nose of the gun into her dark hair Kim looked on the world and her victory for the last time, and pulled the trigger.
(These lines are from Sonnet 66.)
Midsummer Nights Dream
"Kim, you have another chance at happiness, Why don't you take it?"
"And do David memory the dishonor of relegating it to the past? Never! I will never give up on him, never give them rest until the last of them has paid for his death."
Gavin looked at his old friend; the years of bitterness and revenge had eaten away at her until she was just a shell of the person he once knew. He knew what now consumed her, the all burning need for vengeance, to make them pay for what they did.
Her eyes that once sparkled with laughter were now dull, only lighting when she made her kill, when she destroyed another life.
"If you keep this up, you will become a sad and bitter old woman." Gavin warned; trying to talk some sense into her.
"So will I grow, so live, so die." Kim could not give up her vengeance, it was all that she was anymore, all that she could think about. It was all that drove her forwards, all that kept her from just lying down and letting death take her.
"They will remember him before they die." Kim vowed.
"And do David memory the dishonor of relegating it to the past? Never! I will never give up on him, never give them rest until the last of them has paid for his death."
Gavin looked at his old friend; the years of bitterness and revenge had eaten away at her until she was just a shell of the person he once knew. He knew what now consumed her, the all burning need for vengeance, to make them pay for what they did.
Her eyes that once sparkled with laughter were now dull, only lighting when she made her kill, when she destroyed another life.
"If you keep this up, you will become a sad and bitter old woman." Gavin warned; trying to talk some sense into her.
"So will I grow, so live, so die." Kim could not give up her vengeance, it was all that she was anymore, all that she could think about. It was all that drove her forwards, all that kept her from just lying down and letting death take her.
"They will remember him before they die." Kim vowed.
Macbeth
"Out Damn Spot," Amara growled in frustration. She was sure that it was mocking her. Despite her best efforts the spot in her favorite jacket remained, taking on an air of invulnerability as she scrubbed at it ineffectually.
Benjamin looked up from where he sat in the old cathedral. It was a quiet little nook, one that he preferred for reading. "What's the problem?"
"This spot will not come out!" Amara had spilled some wood stain on her jacket. They had decided to renovate the abandoned cathedral and live there. It was so beautiful a place, and if someone did not care for it then it would be torn down.
Ben marked his place in the book and set it down. Standing he walked over to Amara and drew her into an embrace. "Don't worry about it," he said kissing her on the neck. "C'mon, let's go play."
"But we have work to do."
Ben smiled, "Tomorrow will take care of itself."
Benjamin looked up from where he sat in the old cathedral. It was a quiet little nook, one that he preferred for reading. "What's the problem?"
"This spot will not come out!" Amara had spilled some wood stain on her jacket. They had decided to renovate the abandoned cathedral and live there. It was so beautiful a place, and if someone did not care for it then it would be torn down.
Ben marked his place in the book and set it down. Standing he walked over to Amara and drew her into an embrace. "Don't worry about it," he said kissing her on the neck. "C'mon, let's go play."
"But we have work to do."
Ben smiled, "Tomorrow will take care of itself."
All For One
We'll drink together
And when we drink we'll drink together, not alone!
Allen could not even remember who he was anymore. His life had become a endless haze of alcohol and regrets, pain and memories. The man next to him filled up his glass again. He couldn't remember anything after that, he only found himself in a war zone.
We'll fight together
And when we fight we'll fight together, not alone!
All For One, and One For All!
The rallying cry went up. It was war and there was no turning back. The masses of soldiers surged forward, each with a private motive.
Lost in the shuffle of the host was a young man. “For my love!” He yelled, cutting down the man in front of him.
Blinded by vengeance he fought on, even though his body begged for rest.
“Hey Allen, they got you too huh?” The weak voice came from beside him. Allen knew he was dying.
“Yeah, they... did, and you know... it's not that bad.”
At least in the end he wasn't alone.
We'll fall together
And when we fall we'll fall together, not alone!
All For One, and One For All!
Together.
And when we drink we'll drink together, not alone!
Allen could not even remember who he was anymore. His life had become a endless haze of alcohol and regrets, pain and memories. The man next to him filled up his glass again. He couldn't remember anything after that, he only found himself in a war zone.
We'll fight together
And when we fight we'll fight together, not alone!
All For One, and One For All!
The rallying cry went up. It was war and there was no turning back. The masses of soldiers surged forward, each with a private motive.
Lost in the shuffle of the host was a young man. “For my love!” He yelled, cutting down the man in front of him.
Blinded by vengeance he fought on, even though his body begged for rest.
“Hey Allen, they got you too huh?” The weak voice came from beside him. Allen knew he was dying.
“Yeah, they... did, and you know... it's not that bad.”
At least in the end he wasn't alone.
We'll fall together
And when we fall we'll fall together, not alone!
All For One, and One For All!
Together.
L'Ultima Notte
Alastrina was closer to the front tonight, just by a little, she had moved from the bar to a table on the side of the room, she had heard he was going to sing tonight, and she hopped to get a better look at him.
Chissa perche stai li cosi
con queglie occhi fissi su di me
vedrai che poi me passera
e che non m'aspettavo
Questa follia
The voice floated from the stage. It seemed like he had poured his whole soul into the words. Alastrina focused her whole attention on the stage, she knew she knew this voice form somewhere in her past, or perhaps another life, but she could not remember where. She felt that if she could see his face then she would remember.
He was in the deepest shadows, still all she would see was his smile.
After the show Alastrina was walking out of the club. “I wonder what that song meant,” She mused aloud.
“who knows why are you there like that
with those eyes fixed on me
you'll see that I'll be okay
and that I didn't expect
this craziness.” said a voice from behind her.
She never saw who it was.
Chissa perche stai li cosi
con queglie occhi fissi su di me
vedrai che poi me passera
e che non m'aspettavo
Questa follia
The voice floated from the stage. It seemed like he had poured his whole soul into the words. Alastrina focused her whole attention on the stage, she knew she knew this voice form somewhere in her past, or perhaps another life, but she could not remember where. She felt that if she could see his face then she would remember.
He was in the deepest shadows, still all she would see was his smile.
After the show Alastrina was walking out of the club. “I wonder what that song meant,” She mused aloud.
“who knows why are you there like that
with those eyes fixed on me
you'll see that I'll be okay
and that I didn't expect
this craziness.” said a voice from behind her.
She never saw who it was.
It's Raining Men
Allissa was ready to go for it, she was tired of waiting, of being the one left out, the one to sit home at night on the weekends. A storm was brewing and she was going to be ready for it.
Humidity is rising - Barometer's getting low
According to all sources, the street's the place to go
She carefully applied her makeup, and fixed her hair. Pulling on her sexiest outfit, a little leather number, she strode confidently out her door.
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half-past ten.
It was a little before ten, so she had a while yet to wait, but her friend assured her that come ten thirty; you could hardly move because there were so many guys, but right now the club was practically empty.
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining men.
It was almost time.
I'm gonna go out to run and let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet!
Allissa could not believe her eyes, it was like a floodgate had been breached, and they were all flowing into one place.
Tall, blond, dark and lean
Rough and tough and strong and mean.
She was ready to find someone.
Humidity is rising - Barometer's getting low
According to all sources, the street's the place to go
She carefully applied her makeup, and fixed her hair. Pulling on her sexiest outfit, a little leather number, she strode confidently out her door.
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half-past ten.
It was a little before ten, so she had a while yet to wait, but her friend assured her that come ten thirty; you could hardly move because there were so many guys, but right now the club was practically empty.
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining men.
It was almost time.
I'm gonna go out to run and let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet!
Allissa could not believe her eyes, it was like a floodgate had been breached, and they were all flowing into one place.
Tall, blond, dark and lean
Rough and tough and strong and mean.
She was ready to find someone.
Sway
Alastrina was at the club again. She had been there every night for the last two weeks, waiting. Waiting for him.
Since that first night she had only seen him once. She never saw more of him than his eyes or the glint of his smile. He usually sang love ballads that had all the women in the club swooning. She had come every night, hoping to hear that voice again.
Alastrina's thought were scattered to the wind when she heard the opening bars of one of her favorite songs, looking to the stage all she saw was blackness, and her heart rate sped up. It was him.
It was a smooth samba rhythm; his smooth alluring voice coming out of the darkness.
When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
Alastrina's eyes drifted closed, her mind reveling in the gentle caress of his song. She started to sway, the song compelled her.
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
Green eyes found her. She would remember.
Since that first night she had only seen him once. She never saw more of him than his eyes or the glint of his smile. He usually sang love ballads that had all the women in the club swooning. She had come every night, hoping to hear that voice again.
Alastrina's thought were scattered to the wind when she heard the opening bars of one of her favorite songs, looking to the stage all she saw was blackness, and her heart rate sped up. It was him.
It was a smooth samba rhythm; his smooth alluring voice coming out of the darkness.
When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
Alastrina's eyes drifted closed, her mind reveling in the gentle caress of his song. She started to sway, the song compelled her.
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
Green eyes found her. She would remember.
Stand My Ground
Late at night
things I thought I put behind me
haunt my mind.
Kim stood in the poring rain, she was tired of running, tired of life. David was gone, all she knew now was vengeance. All that mattered to her was bringing her own justice to the world. She could still feel his cooling body in her arms, his eyes had not yet clouded over in death. Lighting flashed in her eyes, echoing the building rage.
Stand my ground, I won't give in
No more denying, I gotta face it
Won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside
If I don't make it, someone else will
Stand My Ground.
She would punish, and punish without impunity. They had killed him because of her, and now they would suffer as she suffered. They would all die, she would make sure of that. There would be no mercy. The first would fall tonight.
Though this might just be the ending
of the life I held so dear
but I won't run, there's no turning back from here.
And when they were all dead, she would follow David into that final rest.
things I thought I put behind me
haunt my mind.
Kim stood in the poring rain, she was tired of running, tired of life. David was gone, all she knew now was vengeance. All that mattered to her was bringing her own justice to the world. She could still feel his cooling body in her arms, his eyes had not yet clouded over in death. Lighting flashed in her eyes, echoing the building rage.
Stand my ground, I won't give in
No more denying, I gotta face it
Won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside
If I don't make it, someone else will
Stand My Ground.
She would punish, and punish without impunity. They had killed him because of her, and now they would suffer as she suffered. They would all die, she would make sure of that. There would be no mercy. The first would fall tonight.
Though this might just be the ending
of the life I held so dear
but I won't run, there's no turning back from here.
And when they were all dead, she would follow David into that final rest.
Loreley
Legend's faded storyline
tried to warn us all,
Oh, they called her Loreley,
Careful or you'll fall...
Garain flew across the world, flitting from land to land. Laughter and tears were sunshine and rain. That was long ago.
And the winds would cry,
And many men would die,
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...
Garain no longer had the freedom of the world, now the people did not believe in her, she was only a legend. The people of the world did not ever remember her real name. The only remnant of her life was the legend of Loreley.
Oh, the stories we were told,
Quite a vision to behold,
Mysteries of the seas
In her eyes of gold.
Garain ghosted across the land, her laughter silent in the noise of the modern world. The sun now shone without her permission and the rains came and went as if she was no longer a goddess. Only in songs and the imaginations of the few who could believe, did she find a spark of life.
In a shade of mossy green, seashell in her hand,
She was born the river queen, ne'er to grace the land...
tried to warn us all,
Oh, they called her Loreley,
Careful or you'll fall...
Garain flew across the world, flitting from land to land. Laughter and tears were sunshine and rain. That was long ago.
And the winds would cry,
And many men would die,
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...
Garain no longer had the freedom of the world, now the people did not believe in her, she was only a legend. The people of the world did not ever remember her real name. The only remnant of her life was the legend of Loreley.
Oh, the stories we were told,
Quite a vision to behold,
Mysteries of the seas
In her eyes of gold.
Garain ghosted across the land, her laughter silent in the noise of the modern world. The sun now shone without her permission and the rains came and went as if she was no longer a goddess. Only in songs and the imaginations of the few who could believe, did she find a spark of life.
In a shade of mossy green, seashell in her hand,
She was born the river queen, ne'er to grace the land...
Gentleman's Excuse Me
Annie looked up, and her eyes widened in surprise, “Edward,” she breathed.
“Hello Annie.” Edward had wondered for years what had happened to her, he thought back fondly to their perfect summer.
They were enjoying a cup of coffee and catching up on old times. Edward looked at Annie, “Do you still keep paper flowers in the bottom drawer with your Belgian lace, taking them out every year to watch the colors fade away?”
Annie smiled faintly, remembering with fondness their time together. She remembered his final words to her and her smile faltered.
“All I have to offer is the love that I have, it's freely given. You'll see its value when you see what I've tried to say. It's a gentleman's excuse me so I'll take on step to the side. Can you get it in your head I'm tired of dancing?”
Edward also remembered, he could not give her what she needed, he was tired of dancing, tired of trying to be something that he was not. He looked at her as he stood to leave, “I loved you Annie. Can't you see it's hard for me, can you see what I am trying to say? I'm tired of Dancing.”
“Hello Annie.” Edward had wondered for years what had happened to her, he thought back fondly to their perfect summer.
They were enjoying a cup of coffee and catching up on old times. Edward looked at Annie, “Do you still keep paper flowers in the bottom drawer with your Belgian lace, taking them out every year to watch the colors fade away?”
Annie smiled faintly, remembering with fondness their time together. She remembered his final words to her and her smile faltered.
“All I have to offer is the love that I have, it's freely given. You'll see its value when you see what I've tried to say. It's a gentleman's excuse me so I'll take on step to the side. Can you get it in your head I'm tired of dancing?”
Edward also remembered, he could not give her what she needed, he was tired of dancing, tired of trying to be something that he was not. He looked at her as he stood to leave, “I loved you Annie. Can't you see it's hard for me, can you see what I am trying to say? I'm tired of Dancing.”
Gentleman
Annie looked up, and her eyes widened in surprise, “Edward,” she breathed.
“Hello Annie.” Edward had wondered for years what had happened to her, he thought back fondly to their perfect summer.
They were enjoying a cup of coffee and catching up on old times. Edward looked at Annie, “Do you still keep paper flowers in the bottom drawer with your Belgian lace, taking them out every year to watch the colors fade away?”
Annie smiled faintly, remembering with fondness their time together. She remembered his final words to her and her smile faltered.
“All I have to offer is the love that I have, it's freely given. You'll see its value when you see what I've tried to say. It's a gentleman's excuse me so I'll take on step to the side. Can you get it in your head I'm tired of dancing?”
Edward also remembered, he could not give her what she needed, he was tired of dancing, tired of trying to be something that he was not. He looked at her as he stood to leave, “I loved you Annie. Can't you see it's hard for me, can you see what I am trying to say? I'm tired of Dancing.”
“Hello Annie.” Edward had wondered for years what had happened to her, he thought back fondly to their perfect summer.
They were enjoying a cup of coffee and catching up on old times. Edward looked at Annie, “Do you still keep paper flowers in the bottom drawer with your Belgian lace, taking them out every year to watch the colors fade away?”
Annie smiled faintly, remembering with fondness their time together. She remembered his final words to her and her smile faltered.
“All I have to offer is the love that I have, it's freely given. You'll see its value when you see what I've tried to say. It's a gentleman's excuse me so I'll take on step to the side. Can you get it in your head I'm tired of dancing?”
Edward also remembered, he could not give her what she needed, he was tired of dancing, tired of trying to be something that he was not. He looked at her as he stood to leave, “I loved you Annie. Can't you see it's hard for me, can you see what I am trying to say? I'm tired of Dancing.”
Viewing
Kim looked up at David as if viewing him for the first time. She was utterly confused. She had been surprised when he had pulled the power to her computer but was shocked when he had kissed her.
David smiled his quirky little smile, his hand resting gently on Kim's shoulder, breaking into a grin openly when Kim's mouth opened and closed a few times without making a sound. This was one of the first time that he had ever seen his friend speechless.
Kim raised a hand to her lips, as if to assure herself that what she had felt was real. She had never expected anything like this from David, after all he was handsome, he fit in more with the others than with her, and at times Kim did not know why he stuck around, why he was not repulsed.
In a flash, everything in the world was gone except for him, there was nothing except his bright eyes looking down on her. David watched her for a few minutes, trying to gauge her reaction. He sighed a little in relief when she smiled at him.
Gently moving her hand away from her mouth David leaned in for another kiss.
David smiled his quirky little smile, his hand resting gently on Kim's shoulder, breaking into a grin openly when Kim's mouth opened and closed a few times without making a sound. This was one of the first time that he had ever seen his friend speechless.
Kim raised a hand to her lips, as if to assure herself that what she had felt was real. She had never expected anything like this from David, after all he was handsome, he fit in more with the others than with her, and at times Kim did not know why he stuck around, why he was not repulsed.
In a flash, everything in the world was gone except for him, there was nothing except his bright eyes looking down on her. David watched her for a few minutes, trying to gauge her reaction. He sighed a little in relief when she smiled at him.
Gently moving her hand away from her mouth David leaned in for another kiss.
Care
Kim shrugged, "Why should I care?" She chewed her gum, staring at the computer screen in front of her.
“Don't you care about anything anymore?” David was getting frustrated, it would be near impossible to get through to her at this point.
“Again, can you give me a reason why I should? Anytime I care about anything it is perverted, or destroyed, turned against me.” Kim continued to type away at her keyboard. She as putting the finishing touches on a new program.
Kim continued before David could try to reason with her. “All my life I have been looked down on, despised, made fun of. Why do you think I live in my computer, why do you think that I am what I am. Simply put, I have ceased to care. About people, about anything at all.”
David placed a hand on her shoulder, and she shrugged out from under it. “Why are you here David? Really?”
David sighed and looked around, There was no way that he was getting through to her, without doing something drastic.
“Kim...”
“Just go away David, it's better this way.”
“No.”
David reached around and yanked the power cord from the wall. When Kim looked up at him in shock, he kissed her.
“Don't you care about anything anymore?” David was getting frustrated, it would be near impossible to get through to her at this point.
“Again, can you give me a reason why I should? Anytime I care about anything it is perverted, or destroyed, turned against me.” Kim continued to type away at her keyboard. She as putting the finishing touches on a new program.
Kim continued before David could try to reason with her. “All my life I have been looked down on, despised, made fun of. Why do you think I live in my computer, why do you think that I am what I am. Simply put, I have ceased to care. About people, about anything at all.”
David placed a hand on her shoulder, and she shrugged out from under it. “Why are you here David? Really?”
David sighed and looked around, There was no way that he was getting through to her, without doing something drastic.
“Kim...”
“Just go away David, it's better this way.”
“No.”
David reached around and yanked the power cord from the wall. When Kim looked up at him in shock, he kissed her.
Suspend
Suspended... I never thought that I would hear that word, after all there was no trace, how could they have known it was me. I bet she just picked someone, anyone to blame it on, and she happened to pick me. I know she had her suspicions about the powder incident, but she had no lasting effects, I mean how was I supposed to know she was allergic to Maple pollen. And honestly, do they really think this is going to stop me. I can do anything from anywhere as long as I have a computer available. I can hack any system, I can change anything I want. Hell I might just give her straight F's for the rest of her school career.
The could not have known, and this will never appear on my record at any time.
The could not have known, and this will never appear on my record at any time.
Solo
Dime qué harÃa de mis dÃas,
quien soñarÃa si no estas.
Cómo podrÃa respirar el aire, lejos de ti.
Cuando no estas aquÃ.
Solo por ti, caminarÃa
en la infinidad.
AfrontarÃa
contigo la eternidad.
Solo por tÃ...
The seductively gentle voice washed over her, pulling her into it's depths, hypnotizing her. She would follow that voice into the fire's of hell itself.
Alastrina craned her neck to get a glimpse of the singer, but he was in shadows, the only thing visible was the flash of his smile, as his lips poured forth the soul snaring melody. There was a crush of bodies around the stage, and there was no getting through it.
Alastrina felt as if she had heard this voice before, as if it echoed in her soul, begging her to remember a past life. The translation slowly came to her.
Tell me what I would do
With my days
Who could dream
If you weren't there
How could I
Breathe the
Air, far from you
When you're not here
Only for you
I would walk
Into infinity
I would face
Eternity with you
Only for you
She had to find him, his voice called to her.
Remember.
(The song featured above is Solo por Ti, by Josh Groban. MMM that man can sing.
by the way, I don't know where this one came from or where it is going.)
quien soñarÃa si no estas.
Cómo podrÃa respirar el aire, lejos de ti.
Cuando no estas aquÃ.
Solo por ti, caminarÃa
en la infinidad.
AfrontarÃa
contigo la eternidad.
Solo por tÃ...
The seductively gentle voice washed over her, pulling her into it's depths, hypnotizing her. She would follow that voice into the fire's of hell itself.
Alastrina craned her neck to get a glimpse of the singer, but he was in shadows, the only thing visible was the flash of his smile, as his lips poured forth the soul snaring melody. There was a crush of bodies around the stage, and there was no getting through it.
Alastrina felt as if she had heard this voice before, as if it echoed in her soul, begging her to remember a past life. The translation slowly came to her.
Tell me what I would do
With my days
Who could dream
If you weren't there
How could I
Breathe the
Air, far from you
When you're not here
Only for you
I would walk
Into infinity
I would face
Eternity with you
Only for you
She had to find him, his voice called to her.
Remember.
(The song featured above is Solo por Ti, by Josh Groban. MMM that man can sing.
by the way, I don't know where this one came from or where it is going.)
Cathedral
Whispers echoed through the ancient cathedral, ghosts of ages past and promises of the future.
Amara ran her fingers over the worn stonework and gazed up in wonder at the impossibly high ceilings, they defied gravity. The pews were of dark stained and scarred wood, the cushions were threadbare and deteriorating.
Amara jumped ever so slightly when the bells tolled out the hours, it was twilight. Nervous, Amara backed up, she had no idea that anyone was here, it had looked abandoned from the front.
Stepping back Amara let out a small scream as she stepped out onto nothing. Wide eyed, Amara pinwheeled her arms, trying to regain her balance when a hand came out of no where and grabbed her wrist.
Amara felt herself pulled forward, away from the gaping darkness below her; into a solid chest.
Gasping she had wrapped her arms around the person before her, trying to steady herself. When she had control over herself she looked up, and into the most piercing green eyes she had ever seen. The smile matched the twinkle of amusement in the handsome face before her.
"That was a close one," the stranger said, pulling Amara away from the stairs.
Amara ran her fingers over the worn stonework and gazed up in wonder at the impossibly high ceilings, they defied gravity. The pews were of dark stained and scarred wood, the cushions were threadbare and deteriorating.
Amara jumped ever so slightly when the bells tolled out the hours, it was twilight. Nervous, Amara backed up, she had no idea that anyone was here, it had looked abandoned from the front.
Stepping back Amara let out a small scream as she stepped out onto nothing. Wide eyed, Amara pinwheeled her arms, trying to regain her balance when a hand came out of no where and grabbed her wrist.
Amara felt herself pulled forward, away from the gaping darkness below her; into a solid chest.
Gasping she had wrapped her arms around the person before her, trying to steady herself. When she had control over herself she looked up, and into the most piercing green eyes she had ever seen. The smile matched the twinkle of amusement in the handsome face before her.
"That was a close one," the stranger said, pulling Amara away from the stairs.
Convertible
The convertible flew down the highway faster than was safe, faster than she could see. She couldn't see anyway, her tears were coming to thick to be able to make out much of the road through the windshield. She was fleeing, trying to escape the pain of all that was behind her, she didn't know if she could get far enough away to make a difference, to be able to put it all behind her.
Endless
He promised me an endless summer,
but all I have is winter, barren and cold
He promised me rainbows and pots of gold,
and all I got was a patch of thorns.
He promised to make me fly, together forever,
my wings are broken beyond repair.
He promised me a dream,
I got the nightmare.
He promised a soul for a soul,
He sent a wraith.
He promised inspiration,
There was only a cloud of confusion.
He promised laughter,
he left tears behind.
He promised me trust,
he lied.
but all I have is winter, barren and cold
He promised me rainbows and pots of gold,
and all I got was a patch of thorns.
He promised to make me fly, together forever,
my wings are broken beyond repair.
He promised me a dream,
I got the nightmare.
He promised a soul for a soul,
He sent a wraith.
He promised inspiration,
There was only a cloud of confusion.
He promised laughter,
he left tears behind.
He promised me trust,
he lied.
Addled
It was not just the kiss, but the fair ride that had left her feeling addled and dizzy. Samantha brought her mind into focus upon the man in front of her, smiling.
"Um, what was I saying?" She asked still bemused.
Ben grinned, moving closer to her again, "I believe you were saying this." His lips descended again to hers, stealing her breath and spinning her thought away into the world of absolute sensation.
Sam pulled back, gulping for breath and flashed another smile. Taking Ben by the hand she towed him towards another ride.
Ben raised his eyebrows in surprise, he knew Sam was not usually a romantic type of person, so her choice of rides surprised him, "The Tunnel of Love?"
Samantha winked at him, "Well, you started it, I just want to get the most out of it." She pulled him into the darkness, moving close to him, ready to be addled again.
"Um, what was I saying?" She asked still bemused.
Ben grinned, moving closer to her again, "I believe you were saying this." His lips descended again to hers, stealing her breath and spinning her thought away into the world of absolute sensation.
Sam pulled back, gulping for breath and flashed another smile. Taking Ben by the hand she towed him towards another ride.
Ben raised his eyebrows in surprise, he knew Sam was not usually a romantic type of person, so her choice of rides surprised him, "The Tunnel of Love?"
Samantha winked at him, "Well, you started it, I just want to get the most out of it." She pulled him into the darkness, moving close to him, ready to be addled again.
Cow
Cow! The note was scribbled on her locker.
'Cow huh...'
The girl, not pretty but powerful, made her decision. It was to be utter obliteration for these people. She would show them all, she would teach them what it was to be ridiculed, to be hated for how they looked.
'Cow huh...'
The girl, not pretty but powerful, made her decision. It was to be utter obliteration for these people. She would show them all, she would teach them what it was to be ridiculed, to be hated for how they looked.
Gescano; Call of Duty
Original Tell: His life was duty and service, protection of his master.
Showing:
“My Lord!” Gescano sprinted to intercept the blow descending upon his fallen master. Bringing his sword swiftly into position he deftly blocked the stroke that would have killed his master. Beating back the attacker he quickly disarmed and killed the man.
He swiftly dispatched the others in the attacking group, to the last man. Gescano, swinging his sword like a man possessed, his blade moving faster than the eye could detect. Every movement sure and deadly, he stood between his master and the enemy.
Gescano turned, offering a dirty hand to his master to help him up.
“More practice.”
Showing:
“My Lord!” Gescano sprinted to intercept the blow descending upon his fallen master. Bringing his sword swiftly into position he deftly blocked the stroke that would have killed his master. Beating back the attacker he quickly disarmed and killed the man.
He swiftly dispatched the others in the attacking group, to the last man. Gescano, swinging his sword like a man possessed, his blade moving faster than the eye could detect. Every movement sure and deadly, he stood between his master and the enemy.
Gescano turned, offering a dirty hand to his master to help him up.
“More practice.”
Xin Makes a Choice
Original Tell: She never doubted who she was and what she wanted.
Showing:
Xin had made her choice, she wanted no other.
Xin's arms snaked out, encircling the man beside her, pulling him back into her warm embrace.
“Where do you think you are going?” She asked Sheva.
Xin silenced whatever he was going to say, pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. Sheva returned it, loosing himself in the sensory overload. Xin finally broke it off, breathing hard and smiling, her lips bare inches from his.
“Why me?” Sheva asked, struggling to catch his breath.
“Because I want you, and because I love you, I always have.”
Showing:
Xin had made her choice, she wanted no other.
Xin's arms snaked out, encircling the man beside her, pulling him back into her warm embrace.
“Where do you think you are going?” She asked Sheva.
Xin silenced whatever he was going to say, pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. Sheva returned it, loosing himself in the sensory overload. Xin finally broke it off, breathing hard and smiling, her lips bare inches from his.
“Why me?” Sheva asked, struggling to catch his breath.
“Because I want you, and because I love you, I always have.”
Garain. The Goddess
Original Tell: Her smile was the sun and her tears the life of the world.
Showing:
Garain willed herself into life. She blinked in confusion for a moment, and realized that she was strong. Grinning widely, Garain ran the length and breadth of the world, from ocean to ocean she laughed.
Garain skidded to a halt, she did not know what that sound was, but she intended to find out, Stooping low she saw a small girl, tears running down her cheeks.
'I wonder if I can do that too,' Garain thought, trying to cry.
The heavens thundered down a storm.
“Don't cry little one,” Garain said smiling, and the sun shined again.
“Peace be to you.”
Showing:
Garain willed herself into life. She blinked in confusion for a moment, and realized that she was strong. Grinning widely, Garain ran the length and breadth of the world, from ocean to ocean she laughed.
Garain skidded to a halt, she did not know what that sound was, but she intended to find out, Stooping low she saw a small girl, tears running down her cheeks.
'I wonder if I can do that too,' Garain thought, trying to cry.
The heavens thundered down a storm.
“Don't cry little one,” Garain said smiling, and the sun shined again.
“Peace be to you.”
Cathalan Encore
Original Tell: Cathalan's eyes went distant as he remembered how he got to where he was.
Showing:
Cathalan winced at the flood of memories, his father before him was Lord Helvan Slehn. He died a short while ago, pushing his responsibility onto Cathalan's young shoulders.
Cathalan rose, muttering, before the sun each morning, and dragged himself to bed each night long after the sun was down. He rolled his eyes as he dealt with petty disputes among the people, and after a while all he heard was “Blah, blah, blah.”
“You know, I like working with you Gescano, you expect me to be more than I am. More than what everyone expects me to be.”
Showing:
Cathalan winced at the flood of memories, his father before him was Lord Helvan Slehn. He died a short while ago, pushing his responsibility onto Cathalan's young shoulders.
Cathalan rose, muttering, before the sun each morning, and dragged himself to bed each night long after the sun was down. He rolled his eyes as he dealt with petty disputes among the people, and after a while all he heard was “Blah, blah, blah.”
“You know, I like working with you Gescano, you expect me to be more than I am. More than what everyone expects me to be.”
Xin Again
Original Tell: Xin would never betray her crew
Showing:
Xin grunted in pain as the armored man used her as a punching bag, She gasped as she felt a rib break, squeezing her eyes closed against the pain.
“Tell me where they are and this will stop,” the Lord said from the far side of the room.
Xin shook her head slowly, another pointed refusal. She raised her drooping head and looked at the Lord. Defiance flashed in her eyes and she spit in his direction.
Xin braced herself for the blow she knew would come, metal slashing through flesh.
“Death before betrayal,” were Xin's last words.
Showing:
Xin grunted in pain as the armored man used her as a punching bag, She gasped as she felt a rib break, squeezing her eyes closed against the pain.
“Tell me where they are and this will stop,” the Lord said from the far side of the room.
Xin shook her head slowly, another pointed refusal. She raised her drooping head and looked at the Lord. Defiance flashed in her eyes and she spit in his direction.
Xin braced herself for the blow she knew would come, metal slashing through flesh.
“Death before betrayal,” were Xin's last words.
Kinoria Revisited
Original Telling: Kinoria was dangerous.
Showing:
Kinoria sat to her work, her motions sure as she mixed poisons and powders on her workbench. Turning she selected a thin wicked looking dagger from her collection against the wall and applied a thin coating of one poison to it, it would work quickly.
She crouched in the shadows, waiting for her target to come near, she didn't really care who it was, some drunken, lecherous nobleman most likely. Kinoria stood, spying her target. She stepped out into the light, she was breathtaking, and she beckoned him to go with her. She deftly slipped the dagger into his heart.
Showing:
Kinoria sat to her work, her motions sure as she mixed poisons and powders on her workbench. Turning she selected a thin wicked looking dagger from her collection against the wall and applied a thin coating of one poison to it, it would work quickly.
She crouched in the shadows, waiting for her target to come near, she didn't really care who it was, some drunken, lecherous nobleman most likely. Kinoria stood, spying her target. She stepped out into the light, she was breathtaking, and she beckoned him to go with her. She deftly slipped the dagger into his heart.
Alexander Dumas Redux
Original tell: He was Alexander Dumas, he could read.
Showing:
Squinting in the dim candle light, the shadowed figure tried to make out the faded words on the pages, jumping every time he heard the slightest noise, fearing it was the Enforcers.
He shifted nervously, he knew it was to risky to be doing what he was doing, but he could not help himself, the words entranced him, weaving him in their binding spell. He whispered the words to himself, not more than the hush of a breath.
Alexander heard the scuff of a footstep and swiftly his the fragile papers under a stone in a hollowed out corner nearby.
Showing:
Squinting in the dim candle light, the shadowed figure tried to make out the faded words on the pages, jumping every time he heard the slightest noise, fearing it was the Enforcers.
He shifted nervously, he knew it was to risky to be doing what he was doing, but he could not help himself, the words entranced him, weaving him in their binding spell. He whispered the words to himself, not more than the hush of a breath.
Alexander heard the scuff of a footstep and swiftly his the fragile papers under a stone in a hollowed out corner nearby.
Startled
Startled, Xin looked up at Sheva. He had never said those words to her, had never said them to anyone as far as she knew. Looking around at the crowded campsite she moved closer to him, and whispered in his ear, "I love you too."
Gescano
Gescano readied his blunted sword, it was time to drill.
“Right, left, parry, block, lunge,” he barked orders at his master, who was now his student. He could see sweat running down Cathalan's brow and he was heaving for breath.
“Come my lord, if that is the best you can muster, then you will not live long in this world,” Gescano raised his sword again to attack.
Gescano served Lord Cathalan, as he had Cathalan's father, and as his son would. He took pains to teach them well. His life was duty and service, protection of his master
“Right, left, parry, block, lunge,” he barked orders at his master, who was now his student. He could see sweat running down Cathalan's brow and he was heaving for breath.
“Come my lord, if that is the best you can muster, then you will not live long in this world,” Gescano raised his sword again to attack.
Gescano served Lord Cathalan, as he had Cathalan's father, and as his son would. He took pains to teach them well. His life was duty and service, protection of his master
Kinoria
Kinoria was dangerous. Smiling at her victim they never suspected that she brought them death. She liked to change it up, hardly ever killing the same way in a short space of time. Dagger, poison, fast or slow, it did not really matter to her, the job got done anyways.
Kinoria trembled, they wanted her to kill again, they wanted her to kill Cathalan, her husband. She knew if she didn't do it, they would kill both him and herself, and so she would.
She was an assassin of the first order, but now she was coming to regret it.
Kinoria trembled, they wanted her to kill again, they wanted her to kill Cathalan, her husband. She knew if she didn't do it, they would kill both him and herself, and so she would.
She was an assassin of the first order, but now she was coming to regret it.
Cathalan
Cathalan looked at the man before him, his eyes begging for a short break. His sword was drooped in exhaustion and he was breathing hard. Sweat was running down his face and his usually perfectly coiffed hair was in disarray. Cathalan's eyes went distant as he remembered how he got to where he was.
A painful blow brought him out of his memories and he raised his practice sword in an automatic defense. He swung to wide and received another hard aimed blow.
“Again my lord,” Gescano, his squire, was relentless as he drilled his master in the sword.
A painful blow brought him out of his memories and he raised his practice sword in an automatic defense. He swung to wide and received another hard aimed blow.
“Again my lord,” Gescano, his squire, was relentless as he drilled his master in the sword.
Laika
Laika flitted through the trees, no sound coming from his soft shod feet. Clear depth-less eyes peered from an intelligent heart stopping-beautiful face. Bow and hand were seamless, both adept at finding their target and making the kill. His voice raised in song was enough to make the nightingales jealous of his music. His fingers, long and slender, drew from wood and stone images that had no peer. Marriage was not his goal, but his fathers wish.
Running through the woods he fled his decreed fate and looked for a future elsewhere that did not exist for him.
Running through the woods he fled his decreed fate and looked for a future elsewhere that did not exist for him.
Xin
Xin was a strong woman, a fearless fighter, and a true friend.
She fought with the strength of two and the bravery of ten. She never doubted who she was and what she wanted. Her sword rang out in the heat of battle, dancing in to deliver fatal blows; coming to the aide of her comrades.
The blows rained down on her in the prison, the questioners relentless, but Xin would never betray her crew, she would die before failing them. Through broken bone and blackened eye Xin smiled in the face of her captors.
“Bring me sweet death.”
She fought with the strength of two and the bravery of ten. She never doubted who she was and what she wanted. Her sword rang out in the heat of battle, dancing in to deliver fatal blows; coming to the aide of her comrades.
The blows rained down on her in the prison, the questioners relentless, but Xin would never betray her crew, she would die before failing them. Through broken bone and blackened eye Xin smiled in the face of her captors.
“Bring me sweet death.”
Gentle
The night was gentle, everything about this night was soft, the waves, the moon, the wind on the grasses and the scent of the roses in full bloom. The sigh of her lover in the night was as quiet as down feathers on the wind. She couldn't wish for anything more than this.
Alexander Dumas
He was a rebel, he fought against the powers that be. He could not fight directly, but by learning he could help destroy them. He could also dream, in a world where no one knew how to dream anymore, he saw 'Night Visions'
Reading was forbidden, a crime punishable by instant death. There were none now, save for a few who could decipher the ancient words upon the brittle paper.
He was a follower to the cause, in secret he delivered the books and the papers from one to another, always avoiding detection.
He was Alexander Dumas, he could read.
Reading was forbidden, a crime punishable by instant death. There were none now, save for a few who could decipher the ancient words upon the brittle paper.
He was a follower to the cause, in secret he delivered the books and the papers from one to another, always avoiding detection.
He was Alexander Dumas, he could read.
A Goddess Brought to Life
She was a live wire, totally unpredictable and full of life. Here one minute and gone the next, she flitted through the world, riding the waves and basking in the desert heat. To capture her was an impossibility, she called down the stars and danced on the lightning. Her laughter was a thousand voices on the wind, her eyes mirroring all that had ever been and all that could ever be.
Hers was the blessing sought by all living below, calm winds, the gift of a child. Her smile was the sun and her tears the life of the world.
Hers was the blessing sought by all living below, calm winds, the gift of a child. Her smile was the sun and her tears the life of the world.
Growth at Home
She looked at all the children around her and smiled. She glanced around at her domain, the greenhouses. The benign and the dangerous lived there side by side, she was mistress to them all. She reveled in the smell of the fertilizer and the steady fall of rain. The slow growth of plants never bothered her, nor the lifetime that she had spent to make these greenhouses what they were.
She gave a thought to the plants that she wanted to bring in to make a part of her home when...
“Professor Sprout, the Venomous Tentacula has Longbottom again.”
She gave a thought to the plants that she wanted to bring in to make a part of her home when...
“Professor Sprout, the Venomous Tentacula has Longbottom again.”
A Change in Course
They moved through the shadowed forest scant more than shadows themselves, proud and noble they had little to do with humans.
He once was one of them, watching stars, at one with the course of the world. His life changed when he helped a little boy.
This day was unlike the others; he was riding through the forest when he felt a great evil in the woods. Drawing his bow he went in search of it; anything truly evil must be destroyed, and he could feel it.
Seeing a boy and a girl backed up against a tree, he acted.
He once was one of them, watching stars, at one with the course of the world. His life changed when he helped a little boy.
This day was unlike the others; he was riding through the forest when he felt a great evil in the woods. Drawing his bow he went in search of it; anything truly evil must be destroyed, and he could feel it.
Seeing a boy and a girl backed up against a tree, he acted.
Thoughts of a Colossus
He tried to fit his massive frame through the door, it was a tight fit, but he managed to squeeze through. It was tough being big, tough when he towered over his classmates. He was always careful about his movements, he didn't want to hurt anyone, though inevitably someone always was hurt. He was excluded from many things that the other students were able to do; like ride broomsticks, he was just to big.
His real passion however was creatures, big, small, dangerous, it didn't matter, he loved them, especially the dangerous ones, they were just misunderstood, like he was.
His real passion however was creatures, big, small, dangerous, it didn't matter, he loved them, especially the dangerous ones, they were just misunderstood, like he was.
Canned Ego
“Stand and fight you knave!”
No one ever accepts my challenges. I am the bravest in the castle, there is none better than me in a fight. Yet they blithe ignore my prowess in battle and my honor as a knight. They point and laugh at me, ME the greatest swordsman who ever lived inside or outside of a painting.
The knight in the painting trips over his armored feet and lands in a heap beside his horse, trying to rise he gets his sword caught in the straps of the horses harness an falls again, panting with exhaustion.
No one ever accepts my challenges. I am the bravest in the castle, there is none better than me in a fight. Yet they blithe ignore my prowess in battle and my honor as a knight. They point and laugh at me, ME the greatest swordsman who ever lived inside or outside of a painting.
The knight in the painting trips over his armored feet and lands in a heap beside his horse, trying to rise he gets his sword caught in the straps of the horses harness an falls again, panting with exhaustion.
The Path
The path wound through the woods, starting just inside the border of the trees, it meandered past a small lake and towards the forgotten whitewashed gazebo in the distance, almost hidden by the hanging roses and ivy. The air, heavy with their fragrance and softly falling petals.
Reflections of a Ghost
Everyone fears me, though I have done no wrong in so long, after all how could I. My appearance is enough to drive them away. The other ghosts shun me, yet look to me to lay down the law.
The others are favorites with the students, Nicholas with his humorous almost beheading in particular, but the blood on my shade, so dishonorable, penance I wear for eternity.
Occasionally I do take pleasure in causing a panic, just to see them run, it is amusing to see them fear me, whom nobody knows. Peeves fears me.
I am the Bloody Baron
The others are favorites with the students, Nicholas with his humorous almost beheading in particular, but the blood on my shade, so dishonorable, penance I wear for eternity.
Occasionally I do take pleasure in causing a panic, just to see them run, it is amusing to see them fear me, whom nobody knows. Peeves fears me.
I am the Bloody Baron
Never Good Enough
She could be anyone; short, tall, young, or old. But she could never be what he wanted. He would never have her, would never love her that way. Oh she could follow him and he would never know, he never saw her anyway.
Tonks watched him with sad eyes as he passed by her, heading towards the meeting. He patted her shoulder in passing and it felt as if he had burned her, body and soul. Her heart wrenched in her chest and she closed her eyes against the threatening tears.
She was not good enough for him to love.
Tonks watched him with sad eyes as he passed by her, heading towards the meeting. He patted her shoulder in passing and it felt as if he had burned her, body and soul. Her heart wrenched in her chest and she closed her eyes against the threatening tears.
She was not good enough for him to love.
Kali Was Never Normal
She was dangerous.
Sparks showered around her, bright with the silent warning. The darkness fluttered around her as she arose from her crouch, her eyes still narrow ocher slits, chest rumbling with displeasure. Her lithe body slunk through the shadows, She was an animal, she was a human, she was neither and both at the same time.
Kali slid into her seat beside Tobias. "So where were you last night," he asked.
Kali shrugged, "no where in particular."
Tobias looked at her with his deep brown eyes in disbelief. "I know you better than that. How is Saia," he whispered.
Sparks showered around her, bright with the silent warning. The darkness fluttered around her as she arose from her crouch, her eyes still narrow ocher slits, chest rumbling with displeasure. Her lithe body slunk through the shadows, She was an animal, she was a human, she was neither and both at the same time.
Kali slid into her seat beside Tobias. "So where were you last night," he asked.
Kali shrugged, "no where in particular."
Tobias looked at her with his deep brown eyes in disbelief. "I know you better than that. How is Saia," he whispered.
Bulb
The light swung from the rafters in the dusty old cathedral, the moss of ages sat moldering on the stone, and the air was thick with history. It was long since torches were used, and the light hid more than it revealed.
Intro
This is my little bit of cyberspace. A place for me to try to consolidate my own fiction, poetry and other writings, post recipes that I love, and a place for the occasional rant. It will mostly post my own writing, but if I find a bit of writing that I love I will probably include that also. This is also a place for writing gifts to friends.
There will be a lot of posts right at first to get everything added to this page.
To anyone out there that reads this, I hope you like it.
There will be a lot of posts right at first to get everything added to this page.
To anyone out there that reads this, I hope you like it.
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