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Original Fiction>Bred for Excellence< >Journey of a Cold Heart< >The Corridor< Original Poetry |
"It was late one night, or morning, really, that something held my interest enough to prohibit the confort of a gentle caress from sleep. The thrumming of brass and drums echoed in my ears, the pulse of creative energy flowed through my veins to every tip of my body. Something had commanded me, be it boredom or curiosity or an unknown thought, to begin working on a world I hadn't touched in years." "The story was antiquated with faulty style, of the rushed and haphazard line of thought writing that brought about paragraphs that could be chapters, of needless information that could be easily summed up. A telling of a would be storyworld, rather, instead of showing a mystical new land of unknown potential and history. Gentle strings hugged me close, and my heart welcomed the chance to again rise up to deal with the worlds I only barely came to create." "The steady cadence of the drum, echoing violins, a cascade of the piano and the mysterious whispering of brass are beginning anew..." Humor | Misc | Profile | Quotes 10/06/2004 - Another new version. Yes, I'm indecisive about what this place oughta look like. Whatever. Enjoy the new look, and feast upon some of my first serious attempts of original fiction and poetry. I'm certain they all will be remembered as painfully mediocre. The site's all but done, but many stories aren't uploaded yet. They'll come next update, hopefully sooner than later. Peace! site completion = 95.0% |
Fan Fiction>FFVII: Cycles of History< >FFIX: Faraway Dreams< |
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