Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Lost Boy

Title: Lost Boy
Word Count: 40
Story Notes: A poem, a poem :) first poem of the blog! I like this one. I sat down to write a love poem... and I wrote this depressing thing instead.




The boy is lost
He wonders unnoticed
People too caught in their day to day lives
The boy is abandoned
A child forgotten
No mother has he to hold him ‘til morning
To chase way demons when the nightmares arrive

It's almost 9pm and I haven't updated... wow! We're sure off to a good start!

I completely forgot to update this thing. The day was so busy! Blogging was the last thing on my mind... sorry to my one reader.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Dream Bride

Title: Dream Bride
Word Count: 267
Story Notes: I'm a little too nervous for real story notes.




She faced herself in the mirror; the intricate dress, that had looked so stiff before, moved effortlessly with her body. She almost wished that it didn’t. She almost wished that it would press tightly against her, restricting her every move. It was hard to feel trapped when her body felt more free than it had in years. Every bit of the sickness that had ravaged her was gone, but with it had gone her free will. She could feel his gaze, she knew he was coming. If only she could get out, if she could just wake up. But, she knew if she opened her eyes -her real eyes- the sickness would be back.

 She was kept alive here, in a world of dreams that felt more real than anything in her waking life. Here, she was strong and so very alive. She could breathe easy and think clearly. She could run through fields of flowers and dance in the rain. She would never grow old, never get sick again. She would live forever. But she would have to marry the nightmarish man. She would become the bride of a demon. And, she realized, that was far more terrifying than death. A large hand fell onto her shoulder, she could see his form in the mirror; so beautiful, yet so horrible. She closed her eyes tightly, anything to block his reflection from her vision. This was it, a decision had to be made - did she want to live fear or be free to die?

                She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Her real eyes.

A Quick Introduction

Howdy all! Welcome to the first post of my writing blog. I'm not really sure what to say, so I'll just get on with it. For the first few weeks (or maybe months), we'll be updating MWF and some weekends.