I've been thinking. With so many changes to my stories that I've made since I posted them last. It might benift myself (and others) if I were to post the updated versions on here. Let me know, there is no point in me putting them up here if they aren't going to be read. I'm sorry to say there probably won't be any more Princess Audrey (for lack of ( Read more... )

A brand spanking new one! This is very very metaphorical. All the characters are based off of real people, all of which Leslie knows. I want to see Leslie try an guess who they are, any one else can take a bash at it. Here are a few hints, the name Robert is derived from Robert Frost (a poet for any slow people). Casey was taken from Casanova. ( Read more... )

Wowee, have I been neglectful or what? Is is just me or are some of my entries missing? I could have sworn that I posted more poetry *shrugs*.  Any ways, here is one of my "I hate the world" poems. I like it, Leslie doesn't.

The Truth About Religion

With God on their lips

And blood on their hands,

The proud army marches

Through neighboring ( Read more... )

“Do you mean the deer that got lose in the store?” Abby asked.

“That and the warren that got into Megan’s house.” Chris said. “It all seems very suspicious to me.”

Audrey shook her head. “What about the squirrel and the frog? Surely you can’t expect that could be foul play also. The animals could be just reacting to something.”

“I think your ( Read more... )

Tatiana smiled inwardly at the sprightly child running around the bedroom floor. She held out the nightgown with a look of impatience to the girl.

“Sit down, child!” She tried suppressing the laughter that was bubbling just inside her throat. “Sit down and put your pajamas on and I’ll tell you a story.”

The little girl squealed with joy and sat ( Read more... )

Posting this up because it has come to be one of my favorite songs. i'm going to get the cd soon, I hope. This is not pointed to any specific person. It's kind of how I feel about the world. But I think that it well defines me.

"Scars"

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is ( Read more... )

Leslie, I know you never read my LJ anymore, but just in case you do go on this, this poem that I wrote a long time ago, still holds true.
My Life For You

Dear sweet child, tender chill of the sun,

I see your confusion, your turmoil,

All the wrong that has been done.

If I could capture your confusion,

Trap it in my own heart,

I know that you could ( Read more... )

I have found the Prufrock poem by T.S. Eliot. You kinda have to at least scan this to get my poem. Ignore the foreign stuff it won't let me delete it. It's long and drawn out and very sarcastic if I remember correctly. I, personally, would never read this again. Well, enjoy!

1. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock              S’io ( Read more... )

Chapter 4 at ready. I believe this may be my last entry for today unless I decide to post on tiny other little article. Enjoy.

Chapter 4

A week passed without any success in finding the right records. Thomden was flourishing well in the peaceful kingdom and much of the pain of his cousin’s death was eased away in the friendly air of the village.
( Read more... )

Here is is. Of course, the last stanza seems crummy to me. But people complain when I leave the whole thing miserable ( Read more... )