Please forgive me, and expect something special (I don't know what it is yet) next Thursday.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Apologies.
I'm sorry for being a miserable excuse for a human being and not updating this on Thursday, two days ago. All of that day I was moving in to my res, and ever since then I've been the most distracted I have ever been.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Preface
Hello there. Welcome to "these are stories." Up to this point in my life all of my blogs have had some form of introductory post, so I thought it only fitting (in keeping on with tradition) to do likewise here. So without further ado, and all that, move on to the next paragraph.
To start with what makes the most sense, it's fairly obvious to pretty much everyone here that "these are stories" is a very simple play off of my other blog's title, "these are words." Originally I had wanted it to be a reference to my first blog, "angel's asylum". Names flitted like through my head like "hierophant's haven" and "barachiel's bedlam," but I eventually thought they were stupid. I guess in doing this I chose what would 1) be the least amount of work and 2) would link my two blogs together in a solid way.
If any of you were readers of my first blog you'll probably remember that it was a pretty dark and dreary place setting-wise, in light of it being a very stark black and white. With this blog I decided to simply take the colour scheme I had in place for "these are words" and invert them. I think that blue works on a great many more levels than black does, and I also just like it better in general.
In terms of actual content, the bulk of what's posted here will be prose. Very short stories, scenes, and something I like to call "episodic fiction" should all be popping up fairly consistently. Quite possibly (though I am not promising anything) I may be struck by that one muse, Erato, and feel like writing poetry; when that happens I guess there will be poetry on here.
Oh, and this blog will be updated every Thursday. I almost forgot to mention that and how horrible would it have been if I hadn't, and then you hadn't read directly underneath the title where it says "updates every thursday." It would have been an unmitigated disaster.
Just to be fair to all the people (okay, basically everyone reading this) who were juggled from my old blog to this one, I'm actually going to finish this "preface" with the last piece I posted on "angel's asylum." It's poetry, too, and probably the last you'll see for months and months (on this blog).
i cannot go on.
July 28, 2008
through the heat i trudge.
look at me, i'm raining;
watering this dry, dry ground.
with every step my strength is taken
drawn into the dust
which flies away; free.
i cannot go on.
my pursuer never stops-
not to blink, or sleep, or breathe.
arms outstretched, he moans and moans,
not for my death,
but that i am still escaping,
still running.
i cannot go on.
i will be consumed,
pieces of myself taken from me,
pulled with dull teeth-
drawn into that simple mouth.
my skin tingles,
waiting.
i cannot go on.
better to be eaten.
better to be torn to pieces,
to gorge this monster,
slowing it down, then to arise-
the unforgiven, the damned,
walking that shuffle-step.
i cannot go on.
To start with what makes the most sense, it's fairly obvious to pretty much everyone here that "these are stories" is a very simple play off of my other blog's title, "these are words." Originally I had wanted it to be a reference to my first blog, "angel's asylum". Names flitted like through my head like "hierophant's haven" and "barachiel's bedlam," but I eventually thought they were stupid. I guess in doing this I chose what would 1) be the least amount of work and 2) would link my two blogs together in a solid way.
If any of you were readers of my first blog you'll probably remember that it was a pretty dark and dreary place setting-wise, in light of it being a very stark black and white. With this blog I decided to simply take the colour scheme I had in place for "these are words" and invert them. I think that blue works on a great many more levels than black does, and I also just like it better in general.
In terms of actual content, the bulk of what's posted here will be prose. Very short stories, scenes, and something I like to call "episodic fiction" should all be popping up fairly consistently. Quite possibly (though I am not promising anything) I may be struck by that one muse, Erato, and feel like writing poetry; when that happens I guess there will be poetry on here.
The "tags," or "labels" on what's posted here will also make a great deal more sense than the ones on the other blog. Labels like "prose" and "half-fiction" will help categorize posts, and will allow for you to more easily sort through what you might want to read.
Oh, and this blog will be updated every Thursday. I almost forgot to mention that and how horrible would it have been if I hadn't, and then you hadn't read directly underneath the title where it says "updates every thursday." It would have been an unmitigated disaster.
Just to be fair to all the people (okay, basically everyone reading this) who were juggled from my old blog to this one, I'm actually going to finish this "preface" with the last piece I posted on "angel's asylum." It's poetry, too, and probably the last you'll see for months and months (on this blog).
i cannot go on.
July 28, 2008
through the heat i trudge.
look at me, i'm raining;
watering this dry, dry ground.
with every step my strength is taken
drawn into the dust
which flies away; free.
i cannot go on.
my pursuer never stops-
not to blink, or sleep, or breathe.
arms outstretched, he moans and moans,
not for my death,
but that i am still escaping,
still running.
i cannot go on.
i will be consumed,
pieces of myself taken from me,
pulled with dull teeth-
drawn into that simple mouth.
my skin tingles,
waiting.
i cannot go on.
better to be eaten.
better to be torn to pieces,
to gorge this monster,
slowing it down, then to arise-
the unforgiven, the damned,
walking that shuffle-step.
i cannot go on.
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