--Before you read this, I want to say this essay-of-sorts is based purely on opinion. These are my thoughts, not statement or fact. Feel free to disagree. In fact, I encourage it! Don't be afraid to comment, "I don't feel the way way", because you aren't suppossed to! Please, comment away and let me know your thoughts. :)--
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it was not
enough
that rent was free in my inn
for you to stop
and stay with me
so i ran
out into the street
waving my arms frantically
as you passed by
chasing another
as desperately as i chased you
my dreams
i burned on your alters
my future
i offered up on your shrines
but you never came
so i spoke to you
as a rain cloud speaks
to the desert,
pouring myself into the sand
but my heart found
no oasis
there
Thanksgiving with Darth Vadar
If Darth Vadar lived after converting to good.
(Scene shows Laia in the kitchen, pureeing some kind of exoitic pheasant. Hon Solo is making drinks on the other side of the kitchen, and C3PO is setting the table. R2D2 is shown cleaning up something that spilled. Wicket is playing a card game with Chewbaca at a seperate table.)
Laia: Father better come after all this (indicates to all the pureed food on the counter top)
Hon Solo: He'll come.
Chewbaca: ARRRGGG!
(Note: OK, folks, my apologies for such a long space between parts here. I don't know if anyone is even still following this story. I finished it at the end of the summer, but lost the notebook it was written in during the first part of the semester and only recently found it. Hopefully, it won't be a several-month wait before the next part. Enjoy!)
*A/N* Inspired by the song The Enemy by Mumford and Sons (my current favorite song ever) the link to it (everybody should listen!) is here: http://www.mumfordandsons.com//news/listen-to-the-enemy-for-wuthering-heights This particular storyish-type-thing is very muddled, unclear, and grammatically incorrect. It's basically a stream of emotions from a borderline- insane/dying man who is hallucinating about a mistake he made involving a woman he loved. I hope everyone is able to enjoy it!
This is an excerpt, not the beginning, of my new project Spook Owl. I decided to use the elements of legends, autumn, prophecy, and a solitary bell tower (the fall themes) for a working legend. Much of this information will change, which is why I’m vague sometimes. (This is definitely not my best writing.) Ask me any questions, especially about the proper nouns that don’t make sense.
{Here's the first part of Mercy Victorious. It's longer than the other short versions of the stories but still shorter than a full-length. I have to say, I think this has been my favorite to write and re-read - probably partly because the characters are inspired by real-life people and the story came in pictures, like Nikolai}
I can assert without fear of contradiction that there is gold dust in your eyes,
from whichever angle I look I can see it there glittering exactly like what it is.
But for some unknowable reason you always shift them away to avoid meeting mine.
I think it true and I am living in the conviction that you don’t want them to be seen.
I was born with brown eyes, dark brown like the soil, and unrefined like rough stones,
and I will die with them, I don’t mind, my eyes are what they are and they see
- For anyone who was wondering, I have come up with a cycle for posting my stories. Last week I posted Chapters of The Gifted Part 1, and The Gifted Part 2. This week I am posting a chapter of Thieves as well as a piece of poetry. Next week I will post a chapter of All the Time in the World and another piece of poetry. I would also like to clarify to anyone who reads The Gifted parts 1 & 2 that they are not the same story. Part 2 takes place after part 1, which is not completely posted yet.