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Old 10-10-2009, 10:00 AM

Hello! I Have this in the right forum now :sarcasm: Anyways, I like to write random short scribbles of sentences that turn into a story of some sort in the end. I like constructive criticism, after all, if you can't say anything nice, at least make it sound like it is.

I hope you all like the random word vomit from the mind of a deranged man.



~Writings so far~
Toccata and Fugue
To trick a Skinwalker
October

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Old 10-10-2009, 10:13 AM

~Title~
Toccata and Fugue

~Reason?~
Just a short writing of my vampire character waking up one night in the late 1800's


Deep in the Louisiana Groves, a forgotten, hidden road leads on a winding trail. The trees hover, vines snatch at hair and roots grasp for limbs. At the end, a small stone church lay in placid tranquility. The setting sun casts blood red watercolors across the sky. A lone crow calls, perching among the broken headstones. The silence is broken suddenly by dark chords struck on a majestic organ. Gloves hands glided swiftly across Ivory and Ebony, The air around him came alive with the deep sound of Toccata and Fugue. The Dark figure swayed His broad form strong and elegant as his attire. Raven Hair tied loosely fell slightly as the notes came to a crescendo, and deep sapphire eyes flashed gold. He had awoken, and was ready for the hunt.

Dark eyes rose once the note ended. Tongue slid over sharp teeth as sapphires gazed out the broken stained-glass window, watching the last rays of light disappear. The tall form stood then, casting shadows on the dusty pews. White hands reached for hat and cloak, in a swirl of black and crimson, with a sinister glitter, both were donned. Soft clicks of a long stride echoed off the stone walls and tattered tapestries. A tipping of his hat and smirk at the destroyed, yet hanging, cross above the door. He pushed the heavy wood door open and took a deep breath, smelling the death in the ground. He then set off, a small smile gracing his pale face.

~END~

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Old 10-10-2009, 10:26 AM

I see you were having fun with the frills again. Its pretty awesome. I like your frills they're pretty!

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Old 10-10-2009, 10:40 AM

yes, I do love my flair for the poetic descriptions

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Old 10-11-2009, 05:28 AM

~Title~
To Trick a Skinwalker

~Reason~
None really XD someone asked me to tell them a story and poof! out it came.


Once upon the Prairie, Coyote and Fox were walking to the woods. The fox was planning to steal the pelt of a skin walker so she could take any form she wanted, like they do. Fox had told the Coyote to distract the Skinwalker by wearing the skin of a doe and prancing around, for the Skin walker would surely like to watch a doe dance. Gullible Coyote agreed, of course, and soon was wearing the doe's skin.

Fox pushed the bumbling coyote out into a clearing in the forest by the Skinwalker's lodge. Fox told Coyote to be careful, and not get struck with the Skinwalker's spear, for it had a magic ability, and would surely foul up the plans. Coyote stumbled along on the Doe's thin legs and nimble feet, and soon had forgotten of the plan Fox had told him. Coyote started jumping in the tall grass in search of mice for dinner, and such a noise he made with every pounce, that the Skinwalker soon came out of his lodge with his spear and knife.

"What's this," he remarked, "A doe who thinks she is a Coyote, hopping among the rushes! I shall have to help this poor beast." The Skinwalker crept up close to the Coyote in disguise, just as Fox was creeping up on him with a net.

Coyote caught a glance of the Skinwalker in the tall grass and wondered aloud, "What's this, A Skinwalker who stalks the grass as as Puma? I shall have to tell him that it is not his job."

He made his way to the Skinwalker, who threw his magic spear and struck the Coyote in his flank. Coyote cried out and plead for the Skinwalker to spare him "Please! I am not your prey, I was just hunting mice, I am a hunter too, see!?"

The Skinwalker laughed "But you, a simple, gentle doe can't hunt! you are my prey, and now my dinner."

"But I am not a Doe!" Coyote exclaimed, and remembered that Fox had put him in the skin. He untied the belly and took off the skin, revealing who he was. " I am Coyote! Fox told me to put on the skin of sister Deer for some reason."

Skinwalker pulled his magic spear from the Coyote's flank, leaving no mark, and helped the Coyote up. "Sister Fox has tricked you my friend, she must be lurking nearby."

"There she is!" Coyote pointed at her bushy red tail hiding in the grass. She turned to run, but now she was struck with the Skinwalker's magic spear, and fell into her own net.

"There is no better skill than trickery for a fox" Skinwalker said as he held up the net. "And no better meat for my meal than a doe." He grasped his magic spear, and as he pulled it out of the Fox, she turned into a doe, and carried off by the Skinwalker.

Some days later, Coyote came across a small bone lying on the ground near the Skinwalker's lodge and began to toss it to himself when it turned back into Fox.

"Why hello Fox!"

Moral: The hunter oft can become the hunted.
~The End~

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Old 11-05-2010, 10:12 PM

~Title~
October

~Reason~
Inspired by a drive on a chilly day, looking at the passing graveyards.


I love the feeling of October nights...
The sweet smell of the dying breath of the trees fills the chilled air,
The sound of the bitter wind gasping as it swells though the bare limbs,
making the shed carcasses of leaves swirl in their macabre dance about my feet.
It's calming as I pull my coat ever closer to my own cold body, but it gives a pang of pity,
the trees have no defense about them as the icy grip of winter descends ever faster.
The leaves had no word against being tossed aside once their usefulness to the great oaks was over.
The wind has no choice but to grow cold and ruthless after being so gentle and gay.

It reminds me that in the end, we have no choice either, we all end up falling like leaves only to be surrounded by the cold wet earth as we sleep the eternal sleep.
Our lives are merely a blink of summertime, a single heartbeat in the span of time, too soon to be swallowed by the dark chill of death.
All the smiles in the warm sunlight are shadowed by the knowledge that it will end, that after the brief interlude of October days and nights, winter will come.

And yet, my life is like that of the most stubborn tree, not willing to let go it's leaves to winter, prolonging the autumn, spanning like a sort of limbo.
Not allowed to be in the loving warmth of the summer, yet tied to the dream of it.
Staring down the face of winter day by day, wondering which one will be the one I lose my leaves.
Yes, an existence much like autumn, caught between the hot heartbeat of summer and the frozen death of winter. Living, yet standing on the edge of the icy chasm for what feels like the grand illusion of eternity.

 



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