Aiden's Reawakening

Colour in the Asterisk

2011-08-31T16:16:00.002-05:00

Unfamiliar scripts mistake another animal,uncertain next to daylight in the chamber.Patience scratches underneath the number,token romance, it paces the compact vein.The pigeon explodes against a rich cookie,why question, postscript, the tool?A beautiful sauce rests near eyesight,fooling youth, involving excitement,expires.

Tossed Hackmaster Introduction Pieces

2011-08-28T19:24:00.005-05:00

To the eyes of a casual observer--or mayhaps even a typical patient--these whitewashed hallways are a place of last hopes, of desperate times, of deep struggles. To Death, they might be paradise: an endless supply of souls, where He need not travel far from one mark to another. But to the young woman who cradles in her arms a newborn, who cries with joy as she whispers its tiny name, who thanks

Jaina

2010-05-11T18:55:00.001-05:00

She ran, uncaring how far, or how fast, or even where she was going. She wished she were never born. Her family couldn’t catch her; it would mean the end of her life. She would lay in tyranny forever, oppressed, drugged, and unhappy through undeath. She sped up as she raced the roads, part of her hoping that when she rounded the corner, she would be hit by a bus, and part of her praying silently

Naruen, Chapter 3

2010-05-11T18:54:00.001-05:00

((This one's a short chapter.. Be warned!))When she awoke, she lay before the pedestal that held the ring, with the statues still embracing behind it. The mist had all but gone, and her vision was normal once again. All forms of pain had left her, even the ones she inflicted upon herself. Her new wounds were now old ones, healed and ready for more. She stood up, staggering. Her body had not moved

Naruen, Chapter 2

2010-05-11T18:53:00.002-05:00

Minutes passed before she landed solidly on the ground far below, crushing the bones of others who had walked the same path before her. Brushing the dust off her leather vest, she set herself to walking forwards, deep into the belly of the island. Her vision failing from the darkness, she changed her hum slightly, from a nearly silent murmur to a loud, blaring, noise. She listened intently,

Naruen, Chapter 1

2010-05-11T18:51:00.002-05:00

It was a hot afternoon on the Grand Ocean, and the deck men were all slumping against the sides of Vampyren, scrambling for what little shade they could find as the ship changed directions. It was heading for shore, but upon orders from the Captain, it was headed to an island in the middle of nowhere.The history of Vampyren was a peculiar one. It was rumored to have been the ship of the first of

Jai'alan

2010-05-11T18:48:00.001-05:00

It was the seventeenth day of the nineteenth month, and the High Council was in session. They met twice a month, on fixed days, and all of the noblemen’s sons spent the day inside, pondering the actions of the High Council. Each of them sought his own way to spy on the adults. None ever succeeded.It was on this day that the youngest daughter of the Jae’el family aged her fourteenth year. This

White Rose

2010-05-11T18:45:00.002-05:00

It had been two months since his injury, and the visions weren’t fading away, as his shrink had promised him. They were getting worse. The world had turned a fiery shade of red earlier that day, in English class. To the amusement of his classmates, he had stood up and shouted, “Fire!” A panic, of course, was the result. And that was how he found himself in the interrogation room of the local

Demetri

2010-05-11T18:42:00.002-05:00

In the beginning, there was only one world. There was nothing else; there were no other worlds, or dimensions, universes, or realms. On this world, humans simply appeared. For what purpose, or what reason, nobody knew. By the power of the gods, some thought. But this is a tale better told at another time. Our tale begins with a child coming of age. A child whose name was best spoken then, and now

Warrior

2010-02-28T21:58:00.000-06:00

I fight 'til I win, Or I fight 'til I die, Because that's the way the bluebird flies. Over the mountains, And over the seas, Because that's what the bluebird decrees. I pack up my camp, And ride through the forest, Because that's what the bluebird implores. It says: Pick up your lance and Pick up your shield. Charge your enemy All through the field. Master them all, Says He to I, The Earth and

Marionette Strings

2010-02-21T11:44:00.001-06:00

What do you feel when life's not so real? What do you hear when life's just a leer? What can you say to make Them go away? What can you do to make them come for you, To set you free from these days of misery? You want to go, but your body just won't––No. The voice tells you so, caring, yet just so slow. It whispers in your ear––Beautiful, but mere. You greet it–Hello!–but it's gone out the door.

11:07

2010-02-01T23:05:00.000-06:00

You know your life sucks when not even your friends believe or listen to what you have to say. When you tell them a secret about your messed-up existence and the first sound out of their mouth is a laugh, followed closely by an only slightly more serious "You're joking, right?" as you stare them down for their initial reaction. And then comes the ever-popular "I'm sorry," as if they can apologize

3A

2009-12-23T16:11:00.001-06:00

When your mind is barredand your heart is steeled,When your blood feels coldand your skin feels dried,Even through caressesand sweet, loving kisses,When your whole is throwninto self-control,When your life becomesan empty mess,When scratchingand clawingand bandingand cuttingdon't help,When you strive for sleepfor what dreams you may,When you imagine90 ways, and smile,When nobody even cares––not

Who's There?

2009-11-14T15:21:00.000-06:00

Knock, Knock. Who's there?That's how it always goes.Never, "Is anyone there?"They just assume it's there.They just assume it's human.Not this time––Oh, no.This time, you open the doorTo find scratch marks on your door post, And each strand of thread lying in a pileBeside the bare welcome mat.This time, you open the doorTo find claw marks going only one way––Towards you.This time, you open the

Reversi

2009-11-03T20:06:00.004-06:00

This one's a little bit weird. It was written from bottom up ((Thus, I have taken out the punctuation so that it makes more sense reading from both directions––Or less from one, and more from the other?)). That said, read it through going down, and then read it again going back up, and tell me which one you prefer!Smiling all the whileAs nighttime wanders onWhile cicadas begin to cryThe green

Warm Embrace

2009-11-03T06:03:00.002-06:00

Dreaming, serene.Smiling, for pain.The fire, burning.It's all so sweet.Love it,Hate it,Smile and cry,Be controlled,Just for that warm embrace.Yearning for touch,And for pleasure.You just don't careHow cold it can be.At least it's somethingTo keep you alive.Please comment!

Sweet Lunacy… A Sonnet

2009-10-26T20:46:00.002-05:00

Oh, how joyous are these bare, open wounds,The sweet red from mutilated flesh.So luscious in the glowing full moon,As the soul departs to take a rest.He howls loudly as he begs releasement.But I whip him, uncaring of his pleas.Soon his flesh will rot––I laugh––and the dentPlaced I, crushing into a pulp his kneesTo end, he cries for fear and agony,As I plunge my blade into his center.Soon his

Eyes On Fire

2009-10-15T14:36:00.002-05:00

As days turn to night,And nights back to day,Blackness floods the sight,Vision fades away,Leaving you behind.Blinded.Pain sears through the eyes,Blazing hot as ice,Slowly passing by,As you dive intoThe ethereal.Running, losing yourself,You see beyond body,Beyond light,And into the face of Black.Tell me what you think! <3

Home

2009-10-11T00:59:00.001-05:00

The first things you see, as you enter his domain are the scratch marks that line the walls. Each one tells of a heartbreak, a painful day, a broken promise. Next is blue, the color painted on the walls Not soothing, not serene, it's a cage of control with bonds that scathe from a struggle for freedom Books tip the shelves––the colorful children's tales and those of a darker sort, filled with

C'est La Vie (Such is Life)

2009-10-04T01:16:00.002-05:00

What's wrong?Surely you knowAll of it.Every little scrapOf your being.You're feeling likeYou're going down.All your wishesJust falling short,Every night.Every day.Stop it––Just stop.Stop wanting to die.Stop hiding in shells.Stop all the floodingOf your deepest fears,Of your primal urges.Shudder to a stop.End it all.Love hurts, doesn't it?Like a blade, buriedWithin your chest.Like a hot iron,

A Montage to Love

2009-09-06T20:26:00.006-05:00

Well, here it is... A montage to love––written over three years, and pieced together today.Enjoy!"There is something that entices me. It stops all thoughts in my head." "It is my artwork––beautiful, and dark. When all else fails, it makes me smile." "It tells a tale––how to live, how to love." "It feels like a dream." "It ends the pain, and fuels the fire."

Chapter 1

2009-09-05T17:09:00.002-05:00

Well, here is Chapter 1. Please tell me what you think! The first day was perhaps the worst of them all. It started with a pair of handcuffs, and ended with a straitjacket and a padded cell. “Alright, get up!” my police escort shouted––I had learned his name was Tim during my night’s stay at the station. I opened my eyes and glared at him––sleep had almost come for

Prologue (Maria's Backstory)

2009-09-03T17:37:00.000-05:00

So, for this one, I was kind-of hoping for some input––which I will get to at the end of the post––if it's not too much trouble. I sat on the edge, looking in, as people approached me, and laid their hands on me, saying they were sorry, or offering their condolences. I was the only one who really

Common Ground

2009-09-02T17:31:00.000-05:00

This is the first play I have ever tried to write. Though it is short, yes, I do hope you will enjoy it! Comments are always appreciated. :-DCHARACTERS KYLE –– 23, mental patient, diagnosed with schizophrenia, male. MARIA –– 22, a woman in much distress,