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Narya
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Narya's Creative Dump
« Thread Started on Aug 23, 2006, 2:36pm »

Just random artsy/creative stuff I like. Mostly writting, since I don't like most of my drawings. I seriousely doubt anything I post will make much sense on it's own, so I'll add some descritptions and such if you're actually intrested in reading any of it.
^{[Sorry for misspellings, spellcheck isn't working, and I'm to lazy to actually look for them]}

Book related Things:
^{[I'd put the book itself up, but it's seventeen pages long, and hasn't been... er... polished]}

Excert from short story:
^{[You see, the Taer in my book never dies. Well, he does, but then he's reborn later on. Several times, actually. He ends up living a total of 172 years. He never remebers his past lives until right before death, except for in one of the future books where he sees Rain, who's from a past life, after he should have died, which triggers his memories (and, coincidently, ends the cycle) I can post the whole thing if you want, but I warn it might be boring. Mostly him just remebering past lives]}
--Every time I die it’s the same feeling, utter misery. Maybe I bleed to death, maybe I just can’t go on any longer. I never remember how many times I’ve died before the very end, though, so that as my life leaves me, it all ends in the deepest sorrow you’ve ever known. I realize it’s all going to happen again. I’ll watch every companion I have die, and feel the sting of betrayal once more. Life after life, age after age. I watched every member of your family rise and fall. But now, now it’s all changed. Since I saw you, I know what comes next. I think, this time, when I die, there’s not another chance. It’s all over; and you know what? That’s all I want. Death.--

Poems [run for cover!]:
^{[My attempts at poetry. I can never get it to... flow. I like most of the words, though. Anyway, this one's about a character in my book(big surprise) and his history with several past teachers and friends]}

Memories Past
Wandering eyes like his wandering heart,
Could it be now his path will run straight?
Fear for his friends, like a cold, piercing dart,
Maybe his chance has come all to late.
Memories past; the heartless reminders.
Betrayal and loss, now he must pay.
Images come, like dangling lures,
No one has come to light the dark way.
A mentor, a friend, runs now so desperetly,
Bent on survival; no bonds to uphold.
A teacher, a father, aprouches so carefully.
Falling before him; a death all to bold.
One more before, a hand now outstretched.
Will this one fail like the others before?
This one's got poweer, he just can't be matched.
But no one can tell him what's now instore.

Other:
^{[None! Yet, anyway. Lost it all when my computer crashed, which reallly stinks because I had some good stuff. And this funny little poem about a guy who talks to walls.}

« Last Edit: Aug 23, 2006, 2:43pm by Narya »

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