Can you see me here,
Dying inside,
Alone in the world
With no where to hide?
I scream.
I shout.
I cry.
And I stress.
Now, tell me:
What was this all about?
I'm careless
I'm stupid,
Yet I really don't care.
These feelings have trapped me
Right under there.
Sighing
Crying
Burning
And
Cutting
Is this how I want to live?
I do not believe so.
It hurts.
It burns
But can I stop?
No, I'm at the point of no return.
I'd like to feel worthy,
Not hideous and stupid
I want to know
I'm not alone
In this fight with the end.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Rune Hunter
Note: This is just the beginning of a story... I notice that I still have a lot to work on. For now I'm just structuring the characters and setting. Here's the very beginning though!
"Burning. Fire. Where are my parents? Help. Who... What is that...?" Eibru jumped from his rest. A dream-no-a flashback of the fire that had struck his home in Isdrea years ago. It had reared its ugly head once more. He looked to his left. His brother, Kaiyo, was still soundly asleep on his cot. Eibru swung his heavy legs over the side of his own straw bed. Sighing, he stood up and walked out to the forest behind their shack. He looked up into the vast stars above, wondering why his dreams tormented him so much. To his right was a tree stump that his brother had turned into a seat. He sat gingerly down, breathing in the refreshing scent of the wilderness.
A slight breeze restled the grand forest. His hair glowed under the light of the celestial body. If it weren't for his shockingly bright, sun-kissed yellow eyes and stark white hair, he would be invisible to the night crawlers. Another rustle. His long pointed ears tuned right into the origin of the noise. Quickly, he grabbed his bow and as silent as a tiger stalking its prey, he fired an arrow at the bush behind where he was seated just moments before. No sound was emitting from the bush anymore. He crept slowly and cautiously to see what he had shot. He snickered, proud to see that he had shot the being square in the forehead, and it's five eyes were rolled to the back of its head. Though proud of this moment, he quickly became hyper-vigilant; what he had shot was one of Emperor Lear's night crawlers. The dark creature had come to finish the job of killing the last of the rebel family. Eibru picked up the wretched being with disgust, minding the razor-sharp, poisonous spikes on its back. He blessed the poor crawler with some holy water he had taken from the Academy at Desmynd, and laid the creature to rest in a proper burial.
"Burning. Fire. Where are my parents? Help. Who... What is that...?" Eibru jumped from his rest. A dream-no-a flashback of the fire that had struck his home in Isdrea years ago. It had reared its ugly head once more. He looked to his left. His brother, Kaiyo, was still soundly asleep on his cot. Eibru swung his heavy legs over the side of his own straw bed. Sighing, he stood up and walked out to the forest behind their shack. He looked up into the vast stars above, wondering why his dreams tormented him so much. To his right was a tree stump that his brother had turned into a seat. He sat gingerly down, breathing in the refreshing scent of the wilderness.
A slight breeze restled the grand forest. His hair glowed under the light of the celestial body. If it weren't for his shockingly bright, sun-kissed yellow eyes and stark white hair, he would be invisible to the night crawlers. Another rustle. His long pointed ears tuned right into the origin of the noise. Quickly, he grabbed his bow and as silent as a tiger stalking its prey, he fired an arrow at the bush behind where he was seated just moments before. No sound was emitting from the bush anymore. He crept slowly and cautiously to see what he had shot. He snickered, proud to see that he had shot the being square in the forehead, and it's five eyes were rolled to the back of its head. Though proud of this moment, he quickly became hyper-vigilant; what he had shot was one of Emperor Lear's night crawlers. The dark creature had come to finish the job of killing the last of the rebel family. Eibru picked up the wretched being with disgust, minding the razor-sharp, poisonous spikes on its back. He blessed the poor crawler with some holy water he had taken from the Academy at Desmynd, and laid the creature to rest in a proper burial.
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