
The finished articles. There aren't many, obviously (I prefer the long and rambling over the short and sweet, although short and sweet has it's good points) but the few that are here are likely to be, if possible, even more frustrating than the ones that are unfinished. Because these ones will go nowhere else.
This actually isn't the original. It was a re-write of a piece that, in the first place, was the greatest story I'd ever written (Or so I felt). It was short. It was simple. It was dramatic and tragic and made me cry. It also had cute goth fag boys, which feature a lot in my stories, if you haven't noticed already. This, the second draft, if you will, doesn't have quite the impact on me as the first one did, mainly because I'm still in mourning over the loss of many first drafts due to a hard drive crash we shan't go into now (It was entirely my little-big brother's fault...), but it's generally held to be a better piece of writing. I may revisit the setting at a later date... probably not, but I know it's there, if I'm bored. I don't reccomend you read it if you're at school/with friends/otherwise not alone (I shan't speculate), part for the occasional subsequent crying, part because it, well, has cute goth fag boys and you might not want your best mates throwing doubt on your sexuality/love life.
Originally named after (And inspired by) a song by the moonlit and psychotropic Lazy Lane ('Malaysian Dream Doll' is crying out for me to screenplay a video for it, it really is...), this baby turned out quite different from what I was going for. Again, a second draft (Read above for the lengthy bit), the leading lady went from disturbed-murderess-slash-suicide-victim to spaced-out-sweetheart-mystery, a few bits and pieces got simplified, a few were elabourated on, but the major players (Whose images and roles in this drama probably say a lot about my psyche... anyone with a degree in psychology fancies analysing it, be my guest and send me the results!) stayed pretty much the same. I think the dog got bigger and the lion got prettier, but that's saying just a bit too much.
You know I said that some of these might be a little agravating? This is the one I was thinking about when I wrote that. It's not a story. It's a beggining. A whole novel should follow. That's obvious. Blatantly.
Unfortunately, it doesn't. And it won't. This was written as just that - a taster of something that could become a Dungeons & Dragons campaign setting, a novel, a computer game... anything. An experiment and an exercise, and nothing more. Enjoy the imagery (It's my favourite bit).
This was written after 'City Lights', but I think it should be read first. Might I add that at the time this was uploaded, it was an absolute first draft - completely raw. I haven't even read it once since I wrote it in a single two and a half hour stint which included finishing 'City Lights'. I may go back and trim up a few spelling mistakes, but I think it should stand as it is. Originally called 'Autumn Leaves' simply because I didn't have anything better, the final title is the French for 'Dying Leaves' and also the title of an Edith Piaf song. Edith Piaf, or 'The Little Sparrow' as she was known, was one of the greatest French cabaret stars of all eternity and had a very, very tragic life. 'Les Feuilles Mortes' is one of the few songs she sung in English.
I wrote this for the first time in the back of a little notebook when I was... oh, fourteen or so. There years later, I think it's finally what I always wanted it to be, although there's still something... fractured about it. Again, the final section hasn't even been read through once before I uploaded it here. It's had the standard Word spelling and grammar check and that's it. It's a little too fresh and raw for me to go back and start making corrections. That's about all I can say, apart from the fact that yes, I am aware you can no more describe a voice in images than you can describe scent in tastes.
Just a wee snippet, like you do. Someone asked me why there was something quite important missing in this. I just told them they'd read they story, they should already have figured it out. Kudos to anyone who does.
Midnight In The Garden Of Dusk
Another little tit bit. It was based on a dream, which surprisingly enough is incredibly common for my longer pieces but practically unheard of for the shorter ones. Even more surprising, the rest of the dream was a potential script for House, which I did NOT include. Still messing with the leaving out of important things - no prizes for figuring out this one, since with the title it's pretty much a given and I didn't actually do a very good job of it.
Symphony
Yeah, okay. I did a series. It started off in a flair of passion and theology and velvet and really kickass mental images, but it slowly faded into a kind of... stupor. I am now finding the main character somewhat reserved and boring - damn the Brittish stiff upper lip! - and yet am having trouble finishing it because it involves doing bad things to him. Le sigh.
First Movement: Violin Romance
Violin Romance, by Beethoven (And if you didn't know it was by Beethoven I shall shoot you. Seriously) is a somewhat demure, pleasant piece of music... which is interesting, because this actually deals with some fairly tortured emotions in a reserved, quiet sort of way.
Boccherini's Minuet is quite possibly the most annoying piece of classical music ever. Yes, not much happens - this one is mainly descriptive. But hey... I enjoyed writing it, and it does introduce everyone's favourite moonlighting bastard of a mythological figure. Enjoy!
Third Movement: Danse Macabre
Fourth Movement: Lacrimosa