Note to....whomever

I finished the prologue for a story I'm writing...
but I won't post it here till i write more...of the story...
so yeah

Sketchbook

I fiddled with photo editor with this one...trying out different effects...
i'm not sure how i feel about it...but it looks cool
I might post the un-edited pic sometime...

Short Story: Dragon

This one's happy! Really! read it, please!
comments=yes please

Dragon

The girl sat in her cell, hunched over and breathing faintly. Her back was covered in old, scarred whiplashes and fresh ones, oozing blood. She had been in there for three weeks already, and she was getting impatient.
Sighing, she thought to herself, ‘Where is he?’
She was imprisoned on false accounts of treason, or so they called it. In truth, the king just wanted to be rid of her. They whipped her every other day, trying to get her to admit to something, though there was nothing to admit to. The beatings kept her in check, so she was too weak to escape or use magic.
She shifted to her side, wincing at the cuts on her back. Yawning, her eyes closed. Sending out one last thought, the tendrils of sleep closed in and she drifted off.
‘Gelmir, my celeb’loke, help me...’

She slept for several hours, dreams untroubled. She awoke as the sound of ragged screams filled the air. Sitting up, she listened for a moment. Several loud crashes sounded, and a pleased grin spread across her face. Closing her eyes, she concentrated all her strength to reach out her inner sight to the edges of the castle. She saw many people, small but bright life flames. She saw some larger life flames, of horses and cows within the castle stables. But what interested her was the largest life flame, silver in color, and quite unlike those of the humans.
It was still a good distance away, and above her, in the courtyard. As her energy drained, she felt something familiar brush at her mind, and she released the magic. Gelmir had come.
She stood and looked around her cell. The room was not small, but neither was it very big either. She wondered where Gelmir could break in, and a small laugh escaped her lips. He’s so big, he could come through anywhere. More crashes sounded, closer than before.
Dust fell from the ceiling, and she looked up. The stone was cracking; she stepped to the edge, near to the wall, just in time, for several chunks of rock fell to the floor where she had stood. More pieces fell, bigger pieces, and soon there was a hole in the ceiling. A large, reptilian head poked through, looking at her.
The girl smiled. “Took you long enough, Gelmir.” She did not speak aloud, but spoke through their minds.
“Sorry, little one. I was detained.” Gelmir’s deep voice entered her mind, the familiar parchment-like voice assuring her of her safety. He pulled his head back, and more broken stones fell to the floor. Gelmir appeared again, saying, “Are you well, little one?”
“No. I am weak, and my back is wounded.” A low, angry growl escaped Gelmir’s throat, but he reached his head down to look her in the eye. She looked back at him, and his silver cat-like eye watched her a moment more, then blinked. He touched his nose to her forehead, and she closed her eyes as his energy flowed into her, healing her back and restoring her strength.
“Thank you.” Looking up at the hole, she said, “Now, how am I going to get out?”
Gelmir did not respond, but pulled his head back and reached a silver paw down to her, picking her up gently in long, silver claws. He reached up to the floor above and set her down carefully in the courtyard, then pulled himself up after her.
“What a mess…” She surveyed the ruined courtyard. The walls were cracked and broken in some places, and several wounded soldiers were on the ground, unconscious.
“Well, I couldn’t very well just ask nicely for them to let you out, could I?
“No, I guess not…King Orr wouldn’t relinquish me so easily…”
Reaching up to the spikes lining his back, she pulled herself up and sat behind his neck. He spread his wings and rose into the sky, swinging his long tail like a rudder.
Hovering, he asked her, “Where to, little one?”
Looking to the horizon, she smiled at the sight of the setting sun. “Let’s go home.”

Short Story: Eyes

kinda depressing...but o well...any comments=please give

Eyes

She had fallen into his trap. And now she was his prisoner.
The vampire grinned at his success. He had been hungry as of late; fresh blood would satisfy his cravings for a time. Glancing at the prone form in the corner, he sighed impatiently. She was still unconscious. He preferred his victims awake; their fear was so delicious, and their blood would run fast.
His plan had been wonderful, or at least he thought so. The news that a foreign princess from a small country was coming to visit his city had reached him with time to spare. He gathered as much information as he could about the girl, learning that she loved to wander with few guards. It was a simple thing, after she arrived, to watch for her as she explored the forest and wait for her to wander off alone and get lost. It was inevitable, and as she wandered he watched from a distance until a favorable chance came. Knocking her out, he carried her back to his small hut in the forest.
Movement in the corner caught his eye, and he glanced over to see the girl stir. He grinned again. “Wake up, princess dear.” She did not stir from her corner. “Come now. Stand up. At least look at me when I speak to you.” A moment later, the girl stood slowly.
She was not very tall. Her silky red locks, which had come loose from their style from earlier, hung to her waist. Her dress, though finer than any peasant’s garb, was plain compared to the queen of this land. She stood with her head bowed and arms hanging at her sides.
“Well? Won’t you even speak?”
“What do you think to gain from this venture?” she said in a soft voice.
“Gain? I think to gain a meal, of course! I was so bored, though, that I had to find someone interesting to capture.” She did not speak. “What, not afraid at all? What a brave girl, you don’t even react to being kidnapped. Well, what will make you afraid?” Again, she refrained from speaking. “Oh, you’re no fun. I guess I’ll just eat you now…” He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling his fangs draw to a point. His eyes shot open, and he looked at the girl with eyes glazed red. He grinned, showing his fangs, and stalked to her. Reaching for her neck, he pinned her to the wall, seeing her face for the first time.
She was beautiful, more beautiful than any person he had seen in his entire life. Her skin was unflawed and pale. Her small nose turned up slightly at the end. There was a slight blush in her cheeks, so slight it was almost unseen. Long lashes fanned over her lowered eyes. All this beauty surprised the vampire; it seemed almost unearthly, inhuman, unnatural.
“What a beautiful princess…almost a shame to kill you. And yet…” He chuckled under his breath. “But before I kill you, at least look at me. You haven’t seen me at all. Please.”
She raised her head slightly and opened her eyes fully, looking straight at him. This move was so sudden, it startled the vampire. But what startled him more were her eyes.
They were midnight blue, and when her eyes locked with his, they drew him in. They held no emotion, no fear or hate. Nothing. They were like twin pools, never-ending, drawing him in to drown him. Her eyes focused on him, and he could not escape. He was frozen in that gaze.
She blinked, and the spell was broken. He backed away from her, and she slipped to the floor. And yet he could feel that gaze on him. It was watching him still. “Stop looking at me!” He yelled to the girl who had huddled in the corner again. She did not move. “Stop! Stop staring at me!!” He grabbed her wrist and shook her violently. “Do you hear me? Stop staring at me!!!” He slapped her hard across the mouth, and her head snapped back. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth and a mark stood out on her cheek. She looked up at him with those emotionless eyes, and he screamed, “Stop!! I’ll kill you!!”
He pushed her away and took up a wooden pole standing against the wall. He swung the pole at the girl over and over, beating her over the back. The pole broke, and he threw the pieces at her. “Get out of my head!!!” He threw a clay pot at her, and it shattered against her head. Taking up a small shelf, he broke it over her, beating her with the pieces.
Continuing in this crazed manner, he beat her to death, and kept on beating the corpse until his exhaustion set in and he collapsed against a wall.
“Get out of my head…” he sobbed weakly. He rubbed his eyes, trying to escape the haunting eyes that watched him. “No…leave me alone…go away…” He rubbed his eyes harder. The image yet stood before him, mocking him with its persistent gaze. A sudden surge of energy passed through him. He screamed and scratched at his eyes violently, blinding himself.
And yet the girl’s haunting eyes stared at him. “Why won’t you leave me in peace? I killed you…now go away…” He sobbed, crawling around blindly, cutting his hands and knees on broken pottery and splintered wood. His hand found the long end of the broken pole. The end was quite sharp, and he sobbed loudly. Standing, he took the sharp end and aimed it at his heart. He took a breath, then fell upon the pole. Even as the wood pierced his heart, the midnight blue eyes watched him in his mind as his body crumbled into ash.

Short Story: Angel

i usually write short stories...i haven't the concentration or brain...or attention span... to write more.
Here's a story i wrote a while ago....it's not that long...comments accepted..including constructive criticism!!!

Angel

A woman walked along the ragged road through the forest. It was dark, and she was quite lost. She suppressed her fear and continued past the shadows. She had left the manor at dusk, in tears. She had paid no heed to where she was going, and now had no idea where she was.
A wolf’s howl echoed around her, and she fought the urge to run. However, a sudden streak of light drew her attention from the wolf. A crash followed, then silence. The woman stood silently for a moment, then turned off the path to discover what had caused the sound. A faint smell of burnt wood came to her, and she followed it. In a few moments, she came to a small glade with a crater in the center. The woman paused again, listening. A sound like a child’s cry came from somewhere in the glade. The woman looked around, wondering if there was an animal around.
The sound was coming from the crater, so the woman walked towards it warily. Smoke obscured her vision; she waved her arm about to dispel it, and looked into the crater.
Sitting in the middle, crying, was a small girl. She looked to be about six, and was wearing a white tunic, which was surprisingly clean. Her golden curls hung to her shoulder. Her small hands were covering her eyes.
“Are you alright?” the woman said, quietly so as to not surprise the girl. The child looked up, her piercing violet eyes filled with tears. She shook her head, and sobbed harder.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know where I am!” The girl’s voice was filled with fear. “I don’t know why I’m here!”
“Where did you come from?”
“My father…I was with him…
The woman stepped carefully down into the crater and kneeled down by the girl. She took the child’s hand, and said, “Come with me. I can help you.” The girl looked up at her, her eyes drilling through the woman. Then the girl stood and wiped her eyes. The woman stood too, and led the girl back to the forest path.
“Do you remember where your father is?”
“No…but I know Joshua is close…”
“Who is Joshua?”
“He’s my best friend.”
“Can he find your father?”
“He’s with my father.”
“Can you find Joshua?”
“No.” The girl’s tears abated as they walked and talked. Silence fell, and the girl looked up at the woman for a moment. “Why were you in the forest?”
“Well, actually, I got lost...” Her reason for fleeing the manor returned to her. Tears filled her eyes, and she stopped walking.
The girl watched her, then said, “Why are you crying?”
“My fiancé…” the woman said through her tears, “He’s…He died…on the front…I got the letter today…” She knelt on the hard earth, and began sobbing. The girl watched her with sad eyes, then wrapped her small arms around her.
The moon slowly crossed the night sky, and the pair was unmoving. The girl began to glow, giving off a strange, warming light.
The woman’s tears abated, and she looked at the girl. “Thank you.”
The girl smiled. “You’re not lost anymore.” At the woman’s confused face, the girl said, “You’re house is over there, just beyond the trees.” She pointed down the path. “And I’m not lost anymore either. Joshua found me.”
The woman looked down the path, then back at the girl. What she saw surprised her. Sprouting from the girl’s back was a pair of feathery wings. A glittering light from above surrounded her. The girl looked up, as if listening, then said, “Joshua says to tell you that your fiancé is okay. And that he loves you.” The girl smiled again, then began to dissolve with the glittering light. The woman quickly hugged her, then stepped back as the girl disappeared completely. “Thank you,” she whispered.
She turned and followed the path, motes of glittering light trailing after her.

Sketchbook

Here's a pic i drew
It took forever to edit it cuz i drew it on lined paper...
i need to buy a sketchbook


and if you can't see, that's a rose she's holding

What to do, what to do

hm...i don't know what i'm gonna do with this blog
maybe i'll shun it and it'll die
or maybe...
just maybe...
i'll post stories and poems and possibly pictures (if i can get the scanner to my computer)

and if i really like it here, i might adopt it as my own and abandon the xanga blog

New Blog Time!!!

so..new blog...
*looks around*
nice in here
i'll post more later
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