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Jester
Chapter 1 (continued)
Leave the lost and dead behind
Now's the chance to run for cover
Matha opened her mouth to reply, but then shut it again, studying her friend. He met her gaze steadily enough, obviously waiting for some sort of answer. The time for a witty quip had come and gone, and Matha knew it, so she just opened her hand in a silent ( Read more... ) -
Jester
chapter 1
Now the dark begins to rise
Save your breath, it's far from over
Talking and laughter wafted their way; carried by the sullen, summer breeze.
The sun had finally gone down, dragging the heat of the day with it. The temperature had plunged quickly into the night and it was all the little band could do to keep from shivering.
Talking and ( Read more... ) -
This Was Avalon
He was three or four when the painting began to watch him.
The first time, Daniel had been playing in the living room, rolling toy cars over the bumpy, nubbly carpeting. The big German Shepard was sleeping in front of the fire, and he'd made such a wonderful roadblock. Daniel had mostly constructed a bridge over the big dog, and was in the process ( Read more... ) -
Witchwood
Stories carved out of wood, jester and the king
Dancing in the moonlight, we begin to sing
The little girl is playing by the stream.
It is autumn, and the sun is almost gone, the world a glow of orange and golden reds. The wind rustles through the dead leaves, creaking branches and shaking a new dusting of crisp, desiccated flakes down to drift away ( Read more... ) -
One Thousand Voices Slight
I can see
When you stay low, nothing happens
Does it feel right?
Slowly, Hadrian sucked in a breath.
Just as slowly, he exhaled it again. The room was so cold that his breathe fogged on the long, steel blade held against his neck.
Fear crawled up the back of his throat, but his mind could only marvel that there was no fog, no pain, no half forgotten ( Read more... ) -
Fairy Tales
No one understands life.
No one controls it.
Not even the gods.
Oh, definantly, they are not alive. They are no more alive than the corpses buried in the ground. They have no hearts to break, no souls to loose, no bodies to scar. They do not have minds, and are not capable of human suffering.
No, the gods are some bright thing, living high in the sky ( Read more... ) -
One Thousand Voices Startled
DISCLAIMER: Same as before
I've got something up my sleeve
And I know you will cover for me
"Seth, dear?"
Queen Feilz looked up from the watercolor she was copying in the weak light that was oozing through the frosted glass windowpanes. It looked like the beginning of another landscape-mountains this time. Watercolors had become a hobby of Mother's ( Read more... ) -
One Thousand Voices Scared-Happy Birthday Joz!
Today, my dear friends, we gather in honor of a most auspicious occasion-the birthday of one Joslinne Morgan, a pen-pal of mine. I would continue on this vein for some time, except that it sounds like a cross between a funeral and a wedding, so let's not do that. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOZZY LOVELY, and I hope you are having a wonderful time at your party ( Read more... ) -
One Thousand Voices Shocked
DISCLAIMER: Same as previous post-what, you expect me to write it up every single time? But add the Princess Bride to the list.
Let the fun and games begin
She is vain and broken
Skin is cold and white
Such a lovely lonely night
What I found in this town
I'm heading for a breakdown
What's that sound, you're so loud
I'm heading for a breakdown
Only the ( Read more... ) -
One Thousand Voices Shrieking
DISCLAIMER: And here is where we head into Funny Buisness Territory. I'm not sure this TECHNICALLY counts as stealing other authors work. I dunno. I AM taking a plot device from Alan Campbell's Scar Night, turning it around and using it again in One Thousand Voices. In future chapters, you will probably see plots borrowed from Bleach and other ( Read more... )