more dreams

This one was super vivid. I really liked it.

The first thing I could remember was this little girls bound to a stake. A bunch of people were standing around debating on the best way to set her on fire without her suffering too much, because even though she was little, she was still a witch. Someone in the crowd was like "what are we doing? There's more important things to do". The girl got loose and fled. Meanwhile, there was a city. A huge floating city, that from a distance looked like an egg, but was really just level after level of of city. At the top lived a witch queen. She was nuts. Apparently all the people of the city were like "well, yeah. It's how it's always been. Just kinda deal with it, folks". The queen heard about the little girl and goes and rescues her. Turns out, the girl has whatever special mark it takes to be the next queen. But the girl is super chill and the people all really like her. They threw a parade for the new princess in the canal district. Just a bunch of canals winding through like three of four different levels. The queen and the princess rode this little boat. They were both decked out in red, yellow, black and white, like characters on playing cards, but they were seated like the Madonna and Holy Child. The queen got pissed that the citizens liked the princess more than her and tried to throw the princess off the side of the city into the lake like 500 feet below. But she lost her balance and fell. So the princess became the queen, but was too young to actually take the throne. It was a very colorful dream.

The Mossy Shack

Not gonna lie, I started this as a favor to a friend.... an erotic favor....
It was started as an attempt at a, erm, romance narrative. I will not name names, nor will I allude to the original context of the story.
I'm so so sorry..... 

Rain dripped from the leaves of the trees outside. It was letting up, but it didn't matter. Mags was completely lost. She had found this half-rotted shack by happy accident. She had decided to take a walk when the storm had blown up. Lightning flashed and the rain had poured down on her from every side. Her cloak hardly kept off the rain. Had the wind and rain not nearly blinded her, she would be safe and warm at home right now. Her knee stung where she had tripped, skinning it a bit, and her dress was muddy and damp. She had literally stumbled into the shack, tripping and fumbling her way through the wind and rain. She picked at a splinter in her finger she had gotten prying open the ancient mossy door. It was getting colder. She shivered and wondered how she was going to find the road. Mags tucked her feet in closer and wrapped her arms around them to her to try to stay warm. Maybe I could get a fire started, she thought to herself. If I can get dry, I could sleep here if I had to. She looked around for dry wood, or anything else she could build a fire with.

  ~~~

  Celeidan should never have left the road. He thought he could easily pick his way through the forest as a shortcut. He had wanted to make it to Heraldt by nightfall, but didn’t seem likely now. The sky had been threatening all day, but he had hoped it would hold off until he had made it to that blasted town, Heraldt. He was soaked,head to toe, all the way through his usually sleek and well kept jacket to the skin. He shivered. The sun was setting. He needed to get warm before he caught his death of cold. He hiked his pack up and tugged his sodden cloak closer to shield his sword from the rain. Through the trees he caught the flickering light of a fire and the soft scent of distant smoke caught his nostrils. It might have been a will-o-wisp, but he decided to follow it anyway. Shortly, he came upon a rotting shack. It looked like it may tumble in on itself at any time. From the rusted long forgotten tools scattered about the overgrown area around the hut, it seemed to have been a woodcutter’s lodge at one time. It made little difference. Someone was inside, and they had a small but cheery fire dancing merrily within. He approached the door. Whoever was inside was humming softly to themselves. He knocked on the door. The humming stopped, abruptly. 

Rain Dropped

The rain, drowned the world in sleep and sorrow, while all the people vainly ran for cover. I heaved a sigh heavier than a mountain as despair settled on my shoulders, like the globe on Atlas's back.

Holmes, River Holmes.

Apparently, I just absolutely had to write this down immediately after waking up because it was just so fricken important:

"My name is River Holmes."


That was it. It was time stamped at 7:35am
What the fuck...

Weekly posts

At the moment, I am trying to finish my degree. I think, until that's resolved, and while time is at a premium, I'm going to back my posts off to once a week. Scheduled posts will post as scheduled, but new posts will only arrive once a week or so, until time becomes more abundant. Thank you for your patience, dear reader!

More Shitty Poetry!!!

You thought I had run out of awful teenaged emo poetry? THINK AGAIN MOTHERFUCKER! The party has only just begone! Let  me tell you something. I have no fewer than a dozen different journals and diaries full of God awful angsty bull shit. So enjoy another gem from the annuls of my history:

My soul weeps for you
in sullen stillnesss
I reach for you in darkness
I call your name
but you'll give your heart to another
who owns the souls of many others
and will break you in your name

she'll never love you the way I do
it's poisonous secrets are mine alone
what can I do? What can I say?
to remind you to look my way?

Dramatic Actions!!!!!!

Sometimes your just need a little excitement in your life. I day dream a lot, and I think this might have been one of those little day dreams. I don't remember the exact context of the day dream, but apparently I was imagining some cool shit. 


"Beryl! Take my hand!" He shouted over the roaring wind.
"No! I can't!" I screamed, clutching the cold steel. The steel was safe.
"Take my hand!" He repeated
"NO!"
"DO IT!!"
I shook and extended one frightened hand. He grasped it with his huge, strong fingers. He yanked me down and held me to his chest with his warm, comforting arms. 



My my my.... what kind of daydream was I having?!?