Here’s a limerick I wrote during the 1984/1985 school year that was inspired by a pen. The pen is a remarkable thing, you know. It writes with such an easy flow. The colours it comes in are endless. The things you can do, tremendous. There are even pens that glow, ya’ know.
Here is another poem about D.B., written in 1983. Oh! How I love you, You little ball of fur. Your little booted feet, up to your little white chin. Your long, soft fur is a comfort when I’m sad. Your watchful eyes help me see clearly that you love me as much as I love…
My cat D.B. (short for Dust Ball) and I were so close it was like he was my familiar. He seemed to know when I needed him near. He’d recognize my car and come running home. He was a great little black and white cat that I still miss. This is a poem I wrote…
This is still a work in progress, but I thought it’d be nice to share with you the prologue I have so far for Lord Vayne. Flight Somewhere, in a seldom-traveled quadrant of a galaxy, a star exploded, sending waves of radiation out and away. The Tengali raced at full thrust, trying to out-run the…
Written during the 1984/1985 school year. I’m falling! Falling slowly to the ground. Drifting I’m drifting on a breath of air Softly, I’ve landed on a soft, green surface. I’m not afraid, Anymore.
I once had a dream about a strange kind of genetic vampire. I’m now working on a story based on that dream. Here’ a first draft of the beginning. Daniël looked over at the remains of his lover, lying in the hotel bed, and wondered, “Would it ever stop?” Like all the rest, she lay…
Written in 1983. Shadows of images. Images of shadows. Ghost of my nightmare. Monster of my dream. Who are you who hides in my closet? Why do you stalk me? My veins are filled with fear of you. But then, who is the fear-filled one? Is it I? Or is it you? Maybe it is…
I found these quotes for a story I’m working on. They’re pretty cool, so I thought I’d share. “We are conscious of an animal in us, which awakens in proportion as our higher nature slumbers.” ~ Henry D. Thoreau “… Plato, who described how in dreams, ‘when the gentler part of the soul slumbers and…
Written sometime during the 1980/81 school year. Boredom escaping from boredom fleeting images Adventures, Fantasies Images Fading . . . Fading . . . Fading . . . . The Death of a Daydream.
For a story I’m working on, I came up with the following concept about magic: There are two kinds of spells – generic and fingerprinted. Only the one who cast the spell can remove a fingerprinted spell. There are only two reasons to cast a fingerprinted spell – you are the first person to do…