I am Aalen.

I am 16 years of age, and i live in a small city neighborhood.

I like thinking of stories and I like telling stories. I do not like writing them down. (too many speling erors)

When i think of a story the first thing i do is tell it to myself. then i tell it to my best friend.

I have created countless storylines, elements, mechanics, worlds, settings, multiverses and the like. but the one who helps me get them straight is my friend Leinad K. Romethe.

The following is an excerpt from a story that takes place in Arah, the world described in The Érenyel.  Actually, it is not correct to call it an excerpt, because this, so far, is all that is written of it.  It is how stories come to me; I imagine a scene, and then I imagine the tale behind it.  Then the scene is written, and the rest of the tale will follow some day.  It is not how one should write a novel, and it is still a rough draft that needs a lot of work.  Nonetheless, here is what I have.  Let me know how it strikes you.

 Say my name

Say my name

And you will hear the hopes

And dreams

Of two lovers

Dreaming of the future

Say my name

And you will hear

The hybrid of two

Ideas that blossomed

And entwined

Say my name

And you will hear the scourge

*This poem is a metaphor for those who get lost when they let material things rule their life. They forget family, friends, kids...all they can think about is power, beauty, money, looks. The "fairies" in the poem are a referance to this things. Hope you enjoy!!

The cloth sweeps against the floor,
Long ago embroidered with care, fit
For many people to admire while they ate.
Now white is red by drink and brown from gravy,
Grease-stained from spills and careless children. [5]
The plates are crooked on the edge,
Crumbs tumbling on the chairs, 
Which knock each other, knock the table, 
For those who sat in them, having devoured,
Abandon the mess and repose in other places. [10]
Once this barren table sparkled with wineglasses
Under the lamps overhead, electric and piercing.

Watching Me.

Chapter 13

Nicole

Nicole grinned from ear to ear, as she watched Joseph cook dinner that night.

She suddenly had a vision of him making dinner, and children at his feet smiling up at him and asking when the food would be done. The idea was apealing to her, and she wanted it to happen.

He turned to see her smile, he smiled back, "Watcha thinkin'?"

She sighed in relief at the silence being broken, "I was just thinking about when we're married and have kids!"

Millie turned an ashy white and sat down heavily on a nearby chair. Gianna placed a hand on her sister's shoulder and tried to look brave, though she was shaking and tears were still falling down her cheeks.

'Edward... what you are about to hear, you must not utter to a single soul.' Millie said, after an agonizing silence, 'It has been a long guarded secret of our family.'

I sat down next to her and looked earnestly at her.

'I promise you that I won't speak a word to anyone...'

 *Well. This may be the one of my mistiest chapters yet. It's very late, so I cannot do much better--con crit welcome, of course.*