Book of Poems
A book of poems for when my mind wonders through depression or just, mindless pondering, I don't know.…
Through His Eyes
He stood on that roof longer than he wished to, starring down upon the vicious crowd. Animals he had never before witnessed in his long, brief life, they almost foamed at the mouth, roaring, chanting, screaming. Too quiet to fully hear, but too loud to be people. Fists beating against the air mercilessly. Pure joy he could once remember now feel like they never belonged to now contorted faces. Hands clamor, grab, claw at the old wooden theater stage that was a place of innocence, now wood warps as it soaks up blood. The king stands, his royal robes of the desert stained with disgust. His silver eyes look so lifeless yet still cut through Shadow with that same cold mist. There was no jury, no innocent, but there was judges all around, and three forced to be executioner in the unfair trails of this maddened war.…
Book of Random
Bits and pieces of all sorts of stories and backgrounds for characters. Really I'm just saving these for times when my brain decides to connect all the stories together properly.…
World War III: Shadows Past
My friend, AmandaSephrina, has allowed me to write about one of our (AmandaSephrina, Kawaii-Creampuff, and me) children's past. I have chose shadow and I hope you'll enjoy.…