"Our business here is finished, then."
He tilted his head, smiling only somewhat. "I suppose it isfor now," he replied in immaculate French. Smoke curled around his fingers and drifted up to his face, sickly sweet. Behind the thick smoke shrouding the room and their hushed conversation entirely in French, they were paid no heed by the others lounging in the parlour.
She pursed her lips. "And your end of the bargain?"
"We shall live up to it, sweet Béatrice."
"It's Vanessa now, Davide, and you would do well to remember that," she countered, twisting her mouth in a grimace. The warning was clear, and her business done. She stood,
Of The Arena: Prologue by alterrnativeWRITING, literature
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Of The Arena: Prologue
Throughout history, kings have risen and fallen. The first to ascend to divine power was a general of the barbarian north; but in the woodlands, he became the most honoured and powerful man in the civilized world. Not only did he conquer the Nation and bring the provinces together into a single, unified superpower, but he was known as a fair and honest ruler. He allowed each man to retain his religion and land without forcing conformity and assimilation; though he implemented taxes on the earth and harvest, he spent this newly created monarch gold on improving the infrastructure of his great Nation.
But he died, and sons took his place as ti
"Our business here is finished, then."
He tilted his head, smiling only somewhat. "I suppose it isfor now," he replied in immaculate French. Smoke curled around his fingers and drifted up to his face, sickly sweet. Behind the thick smoke shrouding the room and their hushed conversation entirely in French, they were paid no heed by the others lounging in the parlour.
She pursed her lips. "And your end of the bargain?"
"We shall live up to it, sweet Béatrice."
"It's Vanessa now, Davide, and you would do well to remember that," she countered, twisting her mouth in a grimace. The warning was clear, and her business done. She stood,
Of The Arena: Prologue by alterrnativeWRITING, literature
Literature
Of The Arena: Prologue
Throughout history, kings have risen and fallen. The first to ascend to divine power was a general of the barbarian north; but in the woodlands, he became the most honoured and powerful man in the civilized world. Not only did he conquer the Nation and bring the provinces together into a single, unified superpower, but he was known as a fair and honest ruler. He allowed each man to retain his religion and land without forcing conformity and assimilation; though he implemented taxes on the earth and harvest, he spent this newly created monarch gold on improving the infrastructure of his great Nation.
But he died, and sons took his place as ti
Gunslinger: pt 2 by alterrnativeWRITING, literature
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Gunslinger: pt 2
"Papa says you got to teach me how to shoot better, Alice." He held up the pistol and smiled as innocently as he could.
She eyed her brother narrowly as she snatched her pistol from his hands and slipped it into her belt. "Brandon, I don't think you're really ready to shoot a gun," she intoned carefully. He was staring up at her with sparkling blue eyes that were half demanding, and half pleading. It was almost a disturbing sight. Despite being only three years younger than she was, he still acted like a little boy rather than a man. Uncomfortable, Alice turned away and grunted as she hoisted a crate onto the lip of the wagon. As they did ev
Gunslinger: pt 1 by alterrnativeWRITING, literature
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Gunslinger: pt 1
With a grunt, she hoisted the hay and stacked it on top of its comrades. Sweat beaded her forehead and made her scalp itch, and her hair stick to her head, but when she stepped back, dusting her hands off on her trousers, she smiled at her accomplishment. The hay was all lashed together and shoved to the back of the barn, ready for use.
Something crunched behind her, and she turned to see her father leading two horses into the barn. His grizzled face stretched into a lined smile when he saw the impressive stack behind his daughter. "Good work, Alice," he remarked, sounding pleased.
"Thanks, Papa." She jogged up to him, boots crushing the lo
He brings down
a collection of albums
alphabetically organized
and covered in attic's dust
He lets me choose
black vinyl records
to crackle under a needle
and spin for our ears
He hums along as
we lounge and listen
to the sweet notes of
Bachman and Bloomfield
He eagerly flips
from side A to side B
some warped by sunlight
others scratched from use
He turns them
to bring out our smiles
and hold assurance that
the music will never die
I watch the rain pour
from my bedroom's view
puddles welcome drops
just like the doormat
Bring in the mud that
disgraces the hardwood
elicits mother's scowl
and maims the doormat
I'm not given gumboots
to join the other children
who splash and drip
on their mother's doormat
I watch the rain pour
from my bedroom's view
I think it was so cruel
that spotless doormat
songs of the skooma addict by alterrnativeWRITING, literature
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songs of the skooma addict
sweet little slaughterfish, crazy with the hist,
swaying and swerving and gnawing and gnashingand what sharp little teeth you enlist!
a bloody mess is the poor muddy mud crab,
sweet little slaughterfish, eating whatever you grab.
bowmen, bandits, Bosmer, Bretons, begging for a chance,
but sweet little slaughterfish hasnt a glance.
sweet little slaughterfish, the Rumare is your home,
the rock is your bed and the beach is your loam.
sweet little slaughterfish, my words do you hear?
sweet little slaughterfish, youve got a fin on your rear.
the scales you wear stink quite the fume-ah,
sweet little slaughterfish, I rea
The Birth of Existence by alterrnativeWRITING, literature
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The Birth of Existence
Once, very long ago, before time had name or meaning and existence was only a swirling tempest of chaotic oblivion, the only life was that of the Immortal Soul. It was the very essence of change; in one moment, the Immortal Soul was a solar wind, whipping nonsensically through the vast plains of nothing; the next, it was the single white light shining proudly in the endless dark and seething shadows. It knew not how long it had been alone in the void, but it grew bored and it grew lonely. Seeing in a strange dream a sphere of deep blue, endless green and craggy brown, the Immortal Soul decided to construct a world to consume it's boredom. It
The Library: an Interactive Reading Extravaganza!
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I know I don't hang around here much anymore, and I'm sorry for it. I don't imagine I'll post anything any time soon save for the odd journal - but I do plan to keep you generally up to date on that.
I was looking at my book list recently, and realized that there are so many that I haven't read, despite having owned them for years. I was originally going to go through alphabetically and just chug through them all until they were all read and done.
Last night, I had the crazy idea to let other people choose what I read next. This way, not only do others get to p
The time has come—Purity is upon us!
Caitlyn is a bright, headstrong girl with a twisted past she unconsciously smothers into lost memories. When she is only eleven, she is kidnapped by her father's business rival in hopes of giving up much-needed information. Refusing to talk – and knowing nothing of use – she is placed in the Silver Room, a desperate man's sinister torture chamber, where she meets the monsters who inhabit her nightmares.
A lifetime later, on an innocent summer vacation to her paternal relatives in Romania's notorious province Transylvania, these memories return in a flood when she meets strangers with an aversion to sunlig
This is where I haunt the Internet nowadays, my blog on Wordpress where I release teasers and short stories and general updates on what's going on in my life and writing. I haven't been active on dA lately; in fact, I only check it to see the art of one particular person.
However, I do have news for those who once religiously followed my updates on a little vampire story called Purity. Caitlyn and Fane have waited in the virtual depths of my computer long enough. Thanks to some convincing, I'm going to dig her out and give her another rewrite, and this one will be the last. She will be finished, once and for all, and I'm probably going to se
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