Nature of the Piece: Something between poetry and prose, experimental style, experimental use of Latin, experimental everything, no promises that it is devoid of mistakes because I am still a novice. I sort of wanted to do the whole thing in Latin but I'm not enough of a stylist / am lazy / people probably want read it in English anyways / there ( Read more... )

Accidentally missed my deadline this past week, so posting a very short (but rather significant) piece to make up for it.

Nature of the Piece: Poetry, possibly a fragment from a longer poem, series of poems, or narrative
Character(s): Creare (second person)
Universe/World:  `The Metaverse' (ie an original meta-universe that is not yet fully fleshed ( Read more... )

I am old like an elf and young like Peter Pan --- or Lord Jim, for that matter : nothing can touch me.

I cannot say how long I have been this way, and I can't remember having ever believed in Santa Claus --- or anything, for that matter --- not like that. Which is precisely why I refuse to confess disbelief, in anything. Because every time a child ( Read more... )