Running underwater like a dream while you're awake.
No one tells you how to, but you do it anyway.
all day, all night, its like subaquatic flight. the water's not too cold, and the sun is not too bright.
When you're running, Flying, Faking it but making it alright, the flight is as easy as can be,
just start running underwater and come dream along with me.
We're running over water, and i finally can see.
that when running underwater try to never fall asleep.
The Canon Keepers is basically a fictional organization which goes to different works of fan-fiction, eliminating Mary Sues, Gary Stus, Marty Sams, stupid romances, and other un-canonical things. This is my version of the Narnia Canon Keepers, helping to keep Narnia canonical.
And by the way, although Wraithbane is on temporarily on hold, I'm hoping to start writing it again soon.
Enjoy!
Narnia Canon Keepers
The Rescue of King Gale
CHAPTER ONE
As some of you may know, I am quite interested in the field of filmmaking, and you can find some of my films here: www.vimeo.com/meridianpictures
Chapter Eleven
I felt a firm hand upon my shoulder.
“We must get out. They have set more guards in the courtyard.” He steadied me, for I was now shaken when my enemy disappeared. Again, I could feel in my pouch that heavy burning. It made me faint. I nodded wearily and looked into my companion’s shadowed eyes. He did not glance at mine but looked once back again to the courtyard. Together we dashed forwards with our swords drawn to the dark. Towards the Marher we went, while knowing we would not meet him there.
*Sorry these chapters are to short......*
Chapter Ten
We fought in the dim, and I strove to stay him where no one took notice of us. His sword fell heavy, a great weight of steel. Yet he drew me back, back to where the shadows engulfed us. I drew my distance from him so not to be approached nearer. Our sword blows were heaving, struggling against the other more than we flashed them about. We continued to draw further away from the din. The buildings shadowed us, the darkness was impenetrable. The form of my enemy seemed to become one with it.
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 was exploring my uncle's house the day this thing happened to me. But I had better explain. My parents were on a trip to Europe for a few weeks and I was left behind. They asked me if I wouldn't mind staying with Uncle Robert for two weeks while they went to London for a visit to my mother's friend and her husband. I said I wouldn't mind and off they went. Now, Uncle Robert's house is as creepy as the day is long, and big enough to house the whole city of Little Rock, Arkansas. But Uncle Robert was nice enough, and didn't mind my snooping.
The will to write a poem striks in an instant like a flash of lightening outside my window. One can not just sit down and write poetry for without that light a poem is nothing more than nevermore the cry of a poem tortured. Please enjoy my hastily writen poem!
Shadows of light; Slivers of darkness
Light and dark forever twighned
Such is this of wich I write
Stories and tales; Shadows and stones
Heros and villians; good and evil
Of such is what we write
And yet it seams the soul laid bare