He was left clutching a fist full of disheveled papers, one door closing before him while another opened somewhere behind. Charley could feel the texture of the immaculately hand written pages. They were course and rough beneath his finger tips. What an odd thing to wonder, if she could even feel what he felt in that hand of lifeless metal. ( Read more... )

    She just needed a little air and time, a moment’s reprieve from the smoke filled common room that even now rang of jubilant laughter. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Dragosani and the others, but somehow she felt in their eyes she’d eternally be their little girl that always needed protecting. Lifting her gloved hand there was a sudden sharp ( Read more... )

 I'm thinking of writing again on my livejournel, but before I start posting anything I was wondering if anyone had some general thoughts on the 'Type'. Such as Horror, dark humor, Si-fi, general humor, fantasy, modern, western, war, detective, teen angst, or supernatural.

Come on, dont be shy. Give me a thought...

Zenkal
Riding the 'Short'

It’s a new year, the chance to unceremoniously overcome the struggles we now find ourselves burdened with. The old year, abandoned behind us, is left to fade into obscurity like so many washed up dreams. Day in and day out, lost to the mediocrity of the mundane; work, eat, sleep.

My wings, bound to me with wire baring wicked barbs, to stretch them ( Read more... )

Tis the season to be grumpy, ho-ho-ho and a Bah humbug to one and all.

For those that know me well, they can tell you that I loathe the Christmas season with all the fiber of my being. It fills me with such misery that it tears at my soul with rending Yuletide claws, till I am left torn and bleeding. But, even as I lay there a victim to the ( Read more... )

Like all things that have climbed too high, the wax in my wings has melted. Falling, falling, the ‘gravity’ of my situation has captured me. Plummeting earthward, once again I find myself bound in my chains, screaming as the wind steals my breath. An angel, falling, having given into the complexities of life. I want to fight, but I just seem to ( Read more... )

Like all things that have climbed to high, the wax in my wings has melted. Falling, falling, the ‘gravity’ of my situation has captured me. Plummeting earthward, once again I find myself bound in my chains, screaming as the wind steals my breath. An angel, falling, having given into the complexities of life. I want to fight, but I just seem to find ( Read more... )

Goooooooood Mooooorrrrrnnnning Woooorrrrld! YES! That's right, It's another day of haphazard crap that sucks you into the sofa, makes you lock all your doors, bar all the windows and happily hang the 'Fuck you, begone bitch!' sign over the peep hole in your door ( Read more... )

As I sit down this afternoon I am dawn to wondering, if this is to be a journal should I not write something serious that pertains to me as a person, as an individual. Perhaps I should become philosophical, debating, offer up some tidbit of ethical morality or even make excuses why I am the way I am ( Read more... )

A little something to sign off on...

Psalms of the Millennium
I am the shadow that comes before the Night,
Caressing the darkness, enchanting the Light.
I am Chaos's right hand, left alone to Stand,
Within the shadows of this accursed Land.
I am worshipped by many, feared by More,
Uncertain to be, I am a locked, sealed, ironbound Door.
I am ( Read more... )