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07 October 2011 @ 09:01 pm
A little snippet from the first section of prose in the Tal'verse. I have no idea if this is staying the way it is. It's a little rambling on purpose, to highlight how young he is, but also I feel like I'm not really getting where I need to with it. It seems to make sense to me, but I know the whole plot so I don't think that really counts. So it would be really helpful if you tell me what you got out of it so I can make sure it's working...


http://mercury-hall.livejournal.com/8688.html
 
 
Feeling: curiouscurious
Listening to: Judas, Lady Gaga
 
 
30 September 2011 @ 11:26 pm
A ridiculously short piece detailing the sunset from my character, Pyc's eyes. Pyc is the Lord of the Underworld and Aero, the Sun is his lover. When it's time for night, Aero dies and sinks into the Underworld and Pyc gets to see her, but he can't kiss her because when he does she'll be brought back to life and rise again.

Title: Sunset (not very creative, I know)
Genre: Fantasy
Medium: poetic prose
Rating: PG

It's ridiculously short! Read it! It'll take you like ten seconds or less. And comments are always nice if you can spare another five.

http://mercury-hall.livejournal.com/7378.html

 
 
Feeling: sadsad
Listening to: Pity Party, Tell Tale Heart
 
 
CHAPTER ONE & TWO
Title: 01. Accent Piece, 02. The Woman Before
Universe: And the Dead Doves Fell (ATDDF)
Characters/Pairings: Jane Dest, Thomas, Nika/Qori
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: vague flashback?

Summary-ish Thing: I obviously can't tell you what the whole story's about, because that'll ruin it! So, in the first chapter, "Accent Piece" I introduce my two main characters to each other and establish my universe: the small, boring town of New London, North Carolina, present day. In the second chapter, "The Woman Before" a little bit of intrigue/mystery is added in by a creepy woman who appears to be stalking (and seducing) someone whose description matches that of one of the main characters, and even murders her sisters to get to him...

AN: These are the first two chapters of my novel-to-be, which I hope to have finished before or around my sophomore year in college. I think the most I'll put up is the first three chapters and a few snippets when I want some feedback to avoid stealing, but still get people at least a little attached to the characters. Anyway, I'm very proud to have the first chapters completed, and I want to see if they're consistant and don't ramble, aren't confusing, etc.

01. Accent PieceCollapse )
02. The Woman BeforeCollapse )

This one's a little character study/snippet written to the original-fic bingo card prompt "hunger". It probably won't actually end up in the book, but it's a pretty good piece and I feel like it captures Qori pretty well. I'd love some feedback, both on the writing in general and on the character.

HungerCollapse )
 
 
Feeling: crazyeccentric
Listening to: Blind, Lifehouse
 
 
03 November 2009 @ 08:44 am
I wrote this as apart of my honors English credit.  It's a sestina (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SestinaI really like this for my first time trying something like this; my English teacher loved it.
(this was also posted in my journal)

my summertime always has spirit

i try to give it life

my days spent in the heat

my hair scared of the humidity

building and building our friendship;

we bask in summer's freedom.

 

the crazy things we do with this freedom

it gives us our girlish spirit

working hard on our friendship

--and actually having a life

sweating from the humidity

living in the heat.

 

we praise the sun that shine's its heat

thankful we have freedom.

spraying ourselves down in anticipation of humidity

skipping around with high spirits

breathing in scents of the surrounding life

making memories of friendship

 

obeying the golden rules of friendship

our summer spent together in this heat

like together, we have one life

putting to no good use, our freedom

having a child-life spirit

in the stickiest of humidity

 

dewy is our skin in humidity

together, our hands clasped in friendship

playing is our happy spirit

our excitement no less because of heat

we've fallen in love with the freedom

we've fallen in love with a beautiful life

 

we never wish to give up this life

our worries never centered around the humidity

just the seemingly everlasting freedom

our strong friendship

and our long days spend in the heat

i think in these days lives our spirit

 

in our Life past summer, let us keep Friendship.

when the Humidity falters, let us still think of Heat.

and when our Freedom diminishes, let us remember Spirit.



 
 
Feeling: contentcontent
 
 
13 August 2009 @ 10:10 pm
Under the cut because I think it's kinda long...and bad.  Written at 2 am so you can kinda blame sleep deprevation (ahh I spelled that wrong) on it. But I kinda like it, so here it is..

Jealousy At It's Worst.Collapse )



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Feeling: awakeawake
 
 
 
12 August 2009 @ 09:59 pm
Because my mind says to whisper and and my heart says to speak
--and cause i'm hoping you're the reason that i have to be so weak.
really, i hope all this madness wasn't always just inside of me.
to think; have i really been this crazy all along?
I hope you know i'm just trying to move on
but you make it hard...so so hard.
and then I want you all over again. my screaming has stopped
and i'm thinking instead.

this is also posted inside of my journal.
 
 
Feeling: blahblah
 
 
30 July 2009 @ 02:14 pm

Looks aren't everything. How far will you go to get noticed by that certain person? Before your alone with them? Before your mind is corroded with confusion and lines are being blurred by the second? Is that moment of Bliss really to die for?
Andi Wells is in for more than she anticipated, and an innocent car ride veers off onto a road of blind demise.
Let me know what you think: http://popfic.livejournal.com/834.html
:)
 
 
26 July 2009 @ 02:11 am
Live,
Because today IS the first day of the rest of Your Life
and Tomorrow could be the last.
Laugh,
because at the end of the day
it makes more sense than crying,
And is easier, feels better, is more forgiving--
Love,
Because it leaves less "what ifs" in its wake and
because, despite any future pain and suffering, for
Today,
on the first day of the rest of your life:
YOU. ARE. HAPPY.
You are Alive.
And, for Today, that's all that matters.
Rinse.
Repeat.
Take two and call me in the morning.
 
 
13 June 2009 @ 08:46 pm
Hello, lurker here!  Hope to get some feedback!

dedicated to my boy<33

poem under the cut.Collapse )



 
 
Feeling: embarrassedembarrassed
 
 
14 May 2009 @ 11:55 pm

Apology

The miscommunication of hearts

Now past and lost within an overlapping arch of time

That stops ticking, grinding to a halt

Every time you speak of me,

In the past, in the present,

Stopping time to sigh my name,

So shamefully broken

Never at ease,

Why please, for me

Put time back together

Whole and un-stolen

Life go’s on

For me, for you

Free flowing en route,

Toward the future,

Where,

Pausing time in one sorrowful moment of mute

Will not find me there

Afraid,

Like time, that I’d move on,

Forgive me,

And release time,

Move on,

As I have already gone

And leave us unspoken

Forever lost in time