Posts Tagged ‘love’

It almost died…

Sunday, August 29th, 2010

The saga that is.

As a Christian many people with think that I write so pretty weird stuff, nay even demonic. I write about worlds filled with magic and wonderful creatures, impossible worlds and walking nightmares. Why? I have no idea other than that is what I like. I could write romance, historical stuff, horror, sci-fi etc etc In fact I have written some of those but at the moment the dominating genre in my thinking is fantasy.

I love the world that I have created, I see it in my mind, I can taste it, touch it smell, hear the sounds of battle and sense the life in the world in which it all takes place. If that ever stops then I will have stop too. When those close to me object, sometimes angrilly, it is upsetting as I have no explanation for why I do it other than the fact that I do.

Since my last entry here, I have a serious downer. Spent too much time listening to the condemnatory voices that rattle around in my mind like a scavenger feeding on the tiniest scraps of life. It took me sometime to get over it, when those nearest to you are the ones ‘attacking’ you it hurts bad. Emotional pain is worse than physical, emotions gnaw at you for years without mercy and even when you think that you have conquered one it can still come back and bite you again and again.

I have of course written something, a few thousand words, which will of course grow and grow as the story lines twist and weave themselves in and out of each other and I just have to know where its going. Don’t you?

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The Darklings approach

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010

Well, they’ve been hinted at since near the start of the saga and now they draw ever nearer. This a test of how I want to portray the Darklings (vampires and other creatures of the night) within the saga.

This text will not appear as is it is merely to show how they think and act.

With my eyes closed I can feel all of the living things that surround you. The cockroach with its quivering antennae and hooked feet that tug at the fibres of your discarded clothes. There’s a moth fluttering around the night-light that dimly glows by the skirting board. And the mouse, scurrying beneath your bedside table dining on those crumbs that you dropped in your hurry to switch off the light. Then there is you with your face turned toward the pallid moon that colours your skin a pale gray through the open curtains rippling in the breath of the night.

The moon may be cool but your skin is warm I can feel the passion within your soul: your desires are not unknown to me. I open my eyes to look upon your partially covered flesh the silken wraps in which you sleep reveal everything that you would wish to conceal. I move in close; you purr softly as you sense me draw nigh your flesh. My breath is intoxicating. As you turn toward me your wrappings slip from your porcelain-like skin revealing the fullness of your glory. I close my eyes once more so that I may feel your rhythm rise in the anticipation of our embrace. I can smell your perfumed neck infused with the rich aroma of your musk. Your blood is close now I can feel it swirling through your heart as it beats to the rhythm of my own. Already we are one even before my lips are upon your neck and then with a soft sigh you are mine. Our blood is one.

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The saga takes a dark turn

Thursday, June 24th, 2010

"You must always come to me when there is any strife between you or your heart is anguished. I will stand in her stead and you can speak to me as though I were Lo. This way you will always see the truth before any harm is done to our covenant. Be still and know that I am your God. I will always be here for you Emun no matter how dark the world may become I will always be a lamp unto your feet."
Emun swung his feet from the chair stood up and stretched out his arms and with a yawn he went back inside.
"Lo," Emun called but no answer came. Lo’s cup was on the table still full and beside it was clump of dark fibres. Emun picked up the fibres, "Lo," he called again his voice rising in volume. "Lo," he ran to the bedroom where more of the dark strands covered the bed. Clothes were strewn everywhere and her sword was missing. Emun looked under their bed but all that he found were more strands of her hair. "Lo!" He yelled as he ran throughout the house but is love was nowhere to be found.

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