the daylight hours i must confess
are not always filled with happiness
open up a jar of dreams to chase away the stress
the nighttime serves to make you think
an atmosphere in which you sink
all thoughts and dreams are put in jars for thirsty minds to drink
creativity it seems is not to be found only in dreams
the facets of our daily lives are bursting at the seams
how this works inside a jar is a mysterious theme
as i look up into the sky it turns into a sea
Chapter 9
Aalen walked a few feet from where Alegis and Jack were talking.
Taking a deep breath he disappeared.
Kalen was painting again: It was a picture of Nomen. The low-cut boots and the gray pantaloons had come out fine, the green jacket and white shirt were decent, but putting the black hair on the head was proving difficult. Kalen looked over his work again. The face looked pretty good except, it didn’t have eyes. Kalen started on the eyes and noticed something: the picture had moved.
Not the paper but the picture, the subject.
Thank you HomeschoolGirl for the title to this story.
Flower burning, Midnight bright,
Moonlit ocean of the night.
Dragons sing and walk with you,
Remember nothing save the tune.
The phoenix rises before your eyes as the sun sets low in the sky.
The fire flashes and from the ashes the phoenix flow'r will fly.
Sing the song of a heart in flame.
Rise to honor the Holy Name.
Dragons dreaming of what is true
will one day wake to an ugly new.
The phoenix sails and will never fail on the ocean of the night.
Chapter 7
Jack stood up. Fast. Who put that thorn bush there?
After stifling a few loud Ouches and disentangling the briars from his pants Nunk looked around.
The man he was following had disappeared.
Stopping next to a small pool, Nonunc looked at himself in the water.
There were leaves in his straight black hair, his favorite blue jacket was covered in mud, his pants had holes in them and his shirt was ripped.
Chapter 4
Kalen sat up. There was something moving out in the dark.
"Probably the dragon" He told himself. But he didn't believe it.
"Boo!"
"Aaaughh!" Kalen screamed. Not yelled, screamed. Fact: girls yell, Boys scream. Like this one.
"Aaaaaaaauuuugghhhh!"
"What?" said the other boy?
"Where did you come from?" asked Kalen.
"Absolutely nowhere" replied the boy.
"Oh, wai... Huh?"
"I thinjumfell in"
"Huh?"
"To rephrase. I thinked, jumped and fell here"
hello... how do you do? you finally made it.. good for you.
this is a dream. and as you can see... we've made it be anything you want it to be.
you can go fly, go recolor the sky. this place was made behind the human eye.
this is a dream with a magical theme, and it lives for your wholesome delight.
adventure and sleep now combine in the deep where you live almost every night.
hello... come look at this. we've created things that don't normally exist.
Phorknere
Prologue
The wind was blowing hard and strong, the way all the sailor's on board the great ship liked it.
A big burly, broad and muscular man stood, legs spread far apart as a manly and confident figure. The captain smiled, proud and glowing with excitement and glee. His child was going to be born! His first baby girl, he was sure.
I didn't have time to ponder Molly's strange answer. We had come to the end of the long hall, and as we stood before another enormous door, she gripped my wrist with white-knuckled fingers. "Once I open this door, not a word out of you," she whispered.
I felt a little shock of panic. "Why?"
"You're clearly an outsider." She gestured to my clothes: a light floral dress that contrasted with Molly's heavy black one so that we looked like a finch and a crow standing together. "And outsiders are not often well-received."