Archive for December, 2010

The end of a friend (Story Unfinished) – (WARNING – VERY DEPRESSING)

NB: This is very depressing, confusing, sad. This is something I wrote years ago, I think maybe after a person I knew ended their life. I didn’t know them so well but I think we could have been friends. Please don’t read if you are easily upset.

I lay on the ground not moving, just looking up at this beast. A creature I could not see, it blocked out the sun and only two red eyes beamed down upon me. They were light, evil and corrupt though for some reason they spoke truth.

… continue reading this entry.

Advertisements

Only Love Brings War (Unfinished Story/Note) – long

‘May by the Gods our lands outlast those of past times, may we seek hope in this thy dark hour’
~ Pompermillia – The Last General of South Sansara

~

(Angae = angelic like beings who took over, as the guardians of the world, though with little care for the world, those in favor of them, were those of greed, and that seemed to be all the Angae knew how to satisfy; so in anger they slay the )

(Eaven’Gelae = The first guardians, before he was were killed by a darkened demon; one’s which dwelled from outside this realm but somehow found its way into existence.)

(Talamar = the greatest war to mark this world, that of where Daeiae stood…)

(Mea’Geia = Magic)

Only Love Brings War

Day by day it was the same. Reports of fallen men and lands, alone we stood and in fewer numbers, the Angae had decided our fate. We were to fall like those before, the fairies and the one Eaven’Gelae… nothing was the same these late days, however we were determined to go fighting, we would not fall unheard.

… continue reading this entry.

The first to fall – Sylia of Aysteria (Unfinished Story/note)

Sylia looked around, his men so wary and tired… upon their faces, war was present… that icy cold look of death, etched deep into their eyes. He saw that they were unready… not yet prepared to give up theirlives, but he knew that if they didn’t. Those nations to the east would fall in terror, to ruins that would not be recognized

… continue reading this entry.

Story Notes

NB: It is very, very rare I ever post story notes. I had a friend visit me tonight and she told me that as a present to celebrate the new year I should post for her at least 3 story ‘notes’ or never finished stories.

You see I write a lot, but msot my stories never make it to paper. I speak them while I walk, or just as I lay in bed. The few I try to write down never get completed because my mind has moved on to another story.

I promised 3, 🙂 I hope those that read them enjoy them.

Trapped.

NB: Not sure how this will read, I wrote this when I was very sad at 3 am. I could not sleep.

Here I sit in tears
Confused and all alone
In a body thats so strange,
That does not feel my own.

To afraid to look in mirrors
To see pictures of my face
Hoping one day to wake up different,
But its disappointment I find each day.

I wish I could understand
Why was I born this way?
All torn up and broken,
Trapped in a nightmare cage

I hope one day I find a key
A much needed way to escape,
I pray one day to no longer hide
Or hurt myself in rage.

Yet as I lay here sadly,
With my eyes stained with tears
I know inside the sorrowful truth…
I am forever stuck this way.

The path I’m on

I don’t know how long there is to go
The path I’m on is very long…
But it seems to get narrow, sometimes wide…
It always seems to change in size.

Sometimes the path is full of cracks…
It can be fearful to stride these bits
Jumping at times can cure this…
Fearful I am of it breaking to bits.

The color is always confusing too…
At times its golden, hopeful and bright
Other times dark, old full of fright,
Faded, tired, aged and in a prayer
It seems to change without a thought or care

I don’t know how long there is to go
The path I’m on is very long…
My body, my legs and my eyes and soul
They are getting tired… So heavy…
How much more can I go? I do not know.