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2012-11-11 11:53 am
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The Chimera

O'er there a lonesome Chimera fly
Across the infinity of sky
And the Sea;
Wash his bloodied wings
In the ocean tide,
From feast of daughter
Of the fir-tree King.

Evil-eyed mythic thief He be,
Who circles Eastern skies
And celebrates pale-faced peasant cries.
O lock the maidens in the shed
For the favorites of His they be!

But one Lady fair, she brandished sword
To plunge into His breast;
And howled he did when the pain set in
And She laid him down to rest.
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2012-11-01 12:37 pm
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Nanowrimo 2012

I had such a horrible October that I'm writing two novels simultaneously this month for Nanowrimo.  If the workload becomes too heavy then I'll stop writing one of them, but I plan to finish for the second year in a row.  I'm doing extremely well in my classes and I need the distraction.  It'll be good for me, and good for my writing in general.  Today I've written 1,724 words for Dark Side and 576 for February Blue.  And it's barely past noon. :)

Happy November!
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2012-09-01 05:21 pm
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Still Dead

March 13, 2010 - "Still Dead" (Faye)

Rather than begin the story, I will end it.

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2012-02-12 01:53 pm
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Grey Manticore (Stanzas 1-3)

She watched a Lion cross the clearing,
and her eyes sparkled, tearing;
her heartbeat raced,
she breathed in eager gasps
and clasped her hand upon her breast,
then exclaimed "My love shall never rest! - 
Not until that Lion fine
is only mine for all of time!"

She danced with heavy breaths,
and felt a thousand little deaths.
Her cheeks glowed,
and her spine tingled, as
thoughts mingled in her mind.
Never was a second love so kind! - 
To renew this Lady's worldly hope,
when love before choked her with its deadly rope.

Then a Lion's roar did swell,
across the Heavens into Hell.
A kingly shriek it 'twas.
The Lady heard his passion-cry,
but why must she follow
that Lion into endless sorrow?
With a love a-burning ever bright,
into the deep and lawless night.
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2011-12-21 04:00 pm
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Cosmic Butterfly (August 2009)

A short piece of fiction, revised from August 2009, that summarizes the end of my novel Dark Side of the Moon. Travis Casey found his ex-girlfriend, Amy Walsh. Her and Blake Hughes, her fiance, give Travis a place to stay. Travis and Amy rekindle their love, and tensions mount between Blake and Travis until a breaking point is reached.

Profanity, sexual references, death, and domestic abuse.

2,055 Words )
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2011-11-20 11:15 am


I'm really proud of myself right now.  Currently, I've written 32,268 words for my NaNoWriMo novel, The Ballet.  Since freshman year, writing has been difficult for me.  In September 2008, I wrote maybe 30 pages worth of material for Prologue, the prequel to Dark Side of the Moon.  Back then it was known as Our Blood.  After I finished those 30 pages, I deleted them and completely changed the story.  I beat my creativity into submission and barely managed to string words together, but whatever managed to get past my self-critical filter was gorgeous work.

Writing Babble )
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2011-09-24 08:48 pm



Drawing is good for my soul.

Sketches/Paintings )
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2011-08-18 02:33 pm
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La Belle Époque - Chapter 1

Edith had never performed anything in her life, but she would rather make a fool of herself than remain at her old station.  Sitting outside in the shadow of the Star Theatre, Edith shivered slightly.  The winter was biting and her layers weren't much against the cold.

Chapter 1 )
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2011-08-16 11:22 am
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La Belle Époque - Prologue

Edith Hargrove was born in the winter of 1872.  Her parents, Frank and Daisy Hargrove, were factory workers.  The Hargrove family lived in a shoddy tenement with four other families, an unrewarding life.  They paid rent on their overpriced room to an ungrateful landlord; they worked sixteen-hour shifts in the factory; and on top of this, were attempting to raise a child they did not intend to have.

Prologue )
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2011-04-23 02:40 pm
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Untitled #1

Imagine love to be the war,
And I would be the manticore
With thirsty stares and ringing shrieks,
And you shall play that one.

Come now, sweet love, and take a bite;
Rest assured, the apple's right.
It's you I seek to keep
But from my fingertips you bleed,

And you cannot be won.
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2011-04-23 02:36 pm
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Carrion Breath

This is now; it is when the crow spreads his dark wings and releases all thought. He propels himself toward the sky with the grace of a lady and lands on a street sign not far away. His eyes scan the darkness for any sign of life, and once he finds his mark he stares, and the grace is gone, and fear is shocked into the fluttering hearts of the little girls who see him.

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2011-04-23 02:29 pm
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Quote #1

“There was something about seeing her in my clothes, holding onto a piece of me – some kind of memory – even just one."  

Jason Levine

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2011-04-23 02:27 pm
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Rowan, Daniel, and I

Background )

I don’t know if I like all of the freedom your mother has given you,” Daniel said.

I shrugged.

“Listen,” I said, “You can try to make up for the time and influence you lost, if that’s what you want to do.  I’m just thinking that you fucked up in the beginning and we’re not gonna have a happy ending. You’re not the only one of us who has missed out on his son’s life, but unlike you, I didn’t have a choice.”

“I'm sorry.”  The words were barely audible, lying quietly on the edge of Daniel's breath.

“I bet you feel like a bastard for pushing my buttons now, right? Truth be told, you’re the lucky one. If you really want to be a part of my life, you only had to wait seventeen years for your chance.  I’m never gonna see Rowan again.”

Daniel drove in silence for the rest of the trip.
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2011-04-23 02:12 pm
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Grey Manticore

Sever my soul
oh wretched Manticore!
With eyes human
and paws swift;
in all lore – that
Trumpeting roar!

I gave my heart to
that winged Beast;
which He gladly tore to shreds,
and left me lying on the floor
in broken shards of glass.

With monster’s claws
poised to rip and to tear,
gone is the Venetian lion
who flew my heart to Heaven’s height.

Left now is a nightmare
from which I cannot wake;
and left now is a Heart
that cannot help but break.
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2011-03-05 12:25 pm
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Spell of Ages - Chapter 1, Part 3

King Aidan lay in wanting for many nights, wishing that his wife’s death was nothing more than an illusion. He clawed at the empty side of the bed, searching for her gentle lavender scent, but was met with nothing. Emptiness. Images of her grotesquely burned face haunted his dreams, and Aidan found that he woke several times during the night feverish with a mixture of fear, revulsion, and longing.

Chapter 1, Part 3 )
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2011-03-05 12:23 pm
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Spell of Ages - Chapter 1, Part 2

The palace at Cair Llannerch; indeed, the whole country of Brigden was in mourning for Queen Ríonach.

It was late in October when Queen Ríonach was called out to West Country. Her stay in West Country was pleasant, and she lodged with the affluent Leannain family. During Ríonach’s stay the Lady of the household gave birth to a child; in fact, Queen Ríonach, being a close personal friend of Lady Róisín Leannain, traveled to West Country just as soon as she received word of Róisín’s labor.

Chapter 1, Part 2 )
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2011-03-05 12:18 pm
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Spell of Ages - Chapter 1, Part 1

It should be said that Aidan Bride was a good King, a fair-minded man who ruled the Kingdom of Brigden from the palace at Cair Llannerch.

Chapter 1, Part 1 )