A little poem
One, two. He feels so blue. Three, Four. She fought in the war. Five, Six. He's beaten with sticks. Seven, Eight. He fears it's too late.
Nona: Chapter Five: Pool of Reflection
Viper sighed. "Looks like she's gone and knocked a few teeth out" she said sounding disappointed. Petra looked over at Katelyne and Viper and she scoffed. "Look if you want to fight me fine, but don't go crying to me when you have your legs snapped...
Nona: Chapter Four: Sanctuary
Katelyne was starting to wake up. The day of Christmas was behind her and was just a memory, or a bad dream. Her vision started to come back she wasn't on the couch. She was in a king sized bed. Her mother never had a king sized bed. She gasped and...
Nona: Chapter Three: Fires of Christmas
Twas Christmas eve in Katelyne's home, around five forty three in the afternoon. Their mother was cooking the Christmas turkey and the two brothers were out back in the cold playing "Peter Pan" Jack was Peter Pan and Peter was captain Hook. Katelyne...
Nona: Chapter Two: Whispers in the Dark
It was a few days later of December the 21st; classes all over Dwelf had ended for the Christmas holidays. Katelyne was walking home from school down the Steampunk grey atmospheric streets of downtown Nona with her friend Daniel. The streets had a...
Nona: Chapter One: Kit Kat
The year 2664, December 16th, around 2 in the afternoon in the city of Nona, it was a Saturday. Nona was once the city of Toronto and the greater Toronto area. The city had a theme of Steampunk with fashion, technology and architect. The streets looked...
Crimson Eyes
Her eyes were like pools of crimson red blood, Even the Death shall glare into their beauty. Her skin was like the snow unstained by mud; People said she was a broken cutie. Her voice was the whisper of a stranger, Like the organ of a graceful...
A Waltz with Death
I stood right there In the summer air As I waited for my date. I was afraid That she'd run away Because of my state. For I was death, The taker of breath, Was afraid that she would be late. I quivered end quaked And occasionally I shaked, As...
Bohemian Blasphemy
Is there a real knife? Is there just blasphemy? Caught with the tour guide. No escape to the lavatory. Open, my guys. Bring me some fries and scream. I'm just a door boy. I need my Timothy. Because I'm slightly numb, slightly cold. A little...
Deathly Night
The veil of Night shrouds the sky. The darkness lively and bodies red. On this night we all shall die. The heavens above that will cry. Our hearts below that have bled. On this night we all shall die. The candles flicker as if end is nigh. The...
Ashen Echoes
The Darkness howled in echoing shade. It crept and slithered down spines with its icy touch. Its hands trace down the warm with its frosted fingers, Like winter snakes trying to find their way of salvation. The Darkness woefully washed in the wells...
The Broken Woman
The beginning. You're born, you live, you die. That is life. That is the fundamental essence of life. Just like stories: we have a beginning, a middle, and an end. It's the middle, yes, the middle, that has the most life in it. So many tales from the...