A/N: This is what happens when you're supposed to be writing goofy poetry. Hearing the sound of a city's slumber I hardly want to sleep Bloodshot eyes and tired feet Are beckoned by her call All this mind wants is to rest But petulantly, she says no I close the pane Draw the blinds And … Continue reading “City’s Slumber Song”
Don't pray for me, please To save my soul from misery For your misery is my joy Though my joy may be your pain Don't pray for me, please As we're bound to disagree My truth may be but lies to you But these lies are the truth to me Don't pray for … Continue reading ‘Don’t Pray for Me’ Pleas
A/N: Exactly as the title suggests, this is the unfinished prototype that would later become Cliche. 😀 Looking at it a good four or five years later, I'm actually grudgingly impressed. Virginia West even had a typewriter before I separated her into Jen and Ryan. I don't think I even reread this before I set … Continue reading Proto-Cliche: “The Unfinished Work”
I could not recognize the queer visage, with its malevolent, red-rimmed eyes and purplish, hollow features. A nest of auburn hair covered the scalp, extending in tangled tangents. Twisted teeth formed an evil grin, and it too held a burning candle to its face.
I'm a good kid. That's what everyone says. And it's what everyone expects, too. "Deanna, be a good girl and..." "Mrs. Montgomery, what did you do to deserve such a darling little angel of a daughter?" "Mr. Montgomery, you should be proud of your daughters. They'll go far." Daughters. Plural. With an S. Did I mention I, Deanna Montgomery, have a sister? Her name's Lorraine and though we look identical on the outside, we couldn't be more different on the inside. We could be similar. We used to be. But sometimes, it's almost like she's actually trying to be my opposite on purpose. I guess she thinks I'm supposed to be the good one too.
I very, very rarely share excerpts from my English homework. My teachers run everything we hand in through a plagiarism checker, so I feel it is appropriate to only publish anything from school to the blogs after I've received my grade. Wouldn't want them to think I plagiarized some poor struggling author named Allison Rose, … Continue reading Tales from the Classroom: “Return of the Thin White Duke” by Neil Gaiman
A/N: In August, 2016, I wrote that I was working on this, along with a bunch of other stuff that never got done: 1) Unnamed Teenage Hacker Story – This is my working title for a probably YA story about a girl with extreme hacking skills. She’s a bit of an introvert, and spends most … Continue reading A bit from that “Unnamed Teenage Hacker Story”
