Happy Holidays! Merry Christmas! Happy Hanuka! And any number of any other events that occur at this time of year! And to all a brilliant and beautiful 2009! I know it will be for me!!!!
Next year i will be more dilligent with my posting....i'm already making resolutions for next year....
Well!! To all i hope you will be hale and healty next year! Drink well and be merry!
Tuesday, 23 December 2008
Thursday, 4 December 2008
Unfortunate
Unfortunately i seem to have been abandoning this blog...so here is a little work in progress i started last night...
The Prince and the Farm Girl
There was once a great kingdom. It was the most beautiful and wealthy of all the kingdoms, but the humans were ashamed of it as it was ruled by the great Demon Lord. They forbade their children from ever entering the demons land and refused all trades and treaties with the great king.
The Demon Lord was a good king, he was fair and true and always put his people before his own will. He had ruled his lands for hundreds of years, and had seen many human kings fall and rise in his time. The humans distaste for him and his people had always unnerved him, but as they never warred against him, he left them as they were. Wishing always that one day they could See eye to eye.
The great king had three children, his eldest son was wise beyond his years and was often sought out for his insight, though still young for a demon he was a great asset to the kingdom. His youngest son was rash and brazen but was brave and fair, like his father, although his childhood naivety and haste showed through in many of his actions he was loved by the people. His daughter was his youngest child, the great kings mate and love had died bringing her into this world and for that the great king doted on her every whim. The girl was quiet and polite but showed a great love for everything around her. The king knew that when his time had come, his kingdom would be in good hands.
The king decided it was time he took his sons to view the kingdom, they had rarely been outside the city and, to become rulers of his lands, they must know every inch of hi kingdom. The king and his two sons left their castle with a small group of soldiers, the kings most loyal, and left to see the smaller provinces. Not two days into their trip the group came under attack.
The attackers hit quickly and quietly, their numbers overpowering the demons as they made camp. The kings guard all fell protecting their lord, all in vain, as their king was left with a spear through his heart along with his eldest son with a sword through his stomach. The youngest son returned from the stream with a large fish and a light heart, they would surely eat well tonight. When he saw his father and brother lying dead with their soldiers his spirits fell. The demon lords had no real enemies within their own lands, and the creatures of other lands left them in peace. The prince drew his sword as he heard footsteps approach. The perpetrators of this act were still here.
The human men were laughing as they approached the clearing, with demons at their side. The prince was horrified to see the two races together in this heinous crime. As the creatures entered the clearing the gasped and drew their weapons, disgusted to see they had failed their mission, the youngest son was still alive. The human male called for help and many more appeared around the clearing. The prince swore, he could not win this battle.
A small tale sort of like a fable or something, made to fit in with the world of my book. Could be the sort of thing a little demon child would hear before they went to bed. Haha. I need to finish it...
The Prince and the Farm Girl
There was once a great kingdom. It was the most beautiful and wealthy of all the kingdoms, but the humans were ashamed of it as it was ruled by the great Demon Lord. They forbade their children from ever entering the demons land and refused all trades and treaties with the great king.
The Demon Lord was a good king, he was fair and true and always put his people before his own will. He had ruled his lands for hundreds of years, and had seen many human kings fall and rise in his time. The humans distaste for him and his people had always unnerved him, but as they never warred against him, he left them as they were. Wishing always that one day they could See eye to eye.
The great king had three children, his eldest son was wise beyond his years and was often sought out for his insight, though still young for a demon he was a great asset to the kingdom. His youngest son was rash and brazen but was brave and fair, like his father, although his childhood naivety and haste showed through in many of his actions he was loved by the people. His daughter was his youngest child, the great kings mate and love had died bringing her into this world and for that the great king doted on her every whim. The girl was quiet and polite but showed a great love for everything around her. The king knew that when his time had come, his kingdom would be in good hands.
The king decided it was time he took his sons to view the kingdom, they had rarely been outside the city and, to become rulers of his lands, they must know every inch of hi kingdom. The king and his two sons left their castle with a small group of soldiers, the kings most loyal, and left to see the smaller provinces. Not two days into their trip the group came under attack.
The attackers hit quickly and quietly, their numbers overpowering the demons as they made camp. The kings guard all fell protecting their lord, all in vain, as their king was left with a spear through his heart along with his eldest son with a sword through his stomach. The youngest son returned from the stream with a large fish and a light heart, they would surely eat well tonight. When he saw his father and brother lying dead with their soldiers his spirits fell. The demon lords had no real enemies within their own lands, and the creatures of other lands left them in peace. The prince drew his sword as he heard footsteps approach. The perpetrators of this act were still here.
The human men were laughing as they approached the clearing, with demons at their side. The prince was horrified to see the two races together in this heinous crime. As the creatures entered the clearing the gasped and drew their weapons, disgusted to see they had failed their mission, the youngest son was still alive. The human male called for help and many more appeared around the clearing. The prince swore, he could not win this battle.
A small tale sort of like a fable or something, made to fit in with the world of my book. Could be the sort of thing a little demon child would hear before they went to bed. Haha. I need to finish it...
Monday, 17 November 2008
When The Train Pulled In...
The train pulled in, slightly earlier than usual. Rare event that. As the usual commuters shuffled out of their sardine can train, off to their slightly less sardine like buildings, he noticed a new face. Young, unblemished, shining. Shame he thought, such a young lass about to get her hopes and dreams crushed by this thing we call ‘work’. ‘Work’ was something he himself, ‘He’ being Archibald J ….something-or-other, had never got into. Never fancied it. Not for him. No lunch break, working overtime for no reason, nooooo sirree. Arch enjoyed the quiet life, shuffling here, shuffling there, and then there was always the shifters market if he required a change of scenery. The men in that market could work wonders. A small noise woke him from his thoughts. The young girl was stood in front of him with a half-smile, half-I-hope-you’re-not-dead look on her face. She was wearing a tight black business suit, short pencil shirt, white blouse with those floofy sleeves. Hideous. It distracted from her angelic expression, little button nose, slightly fat cheeks, mousy brown hair. Yes…the outfit was distracting. He grunted at her at and she cleared her throat.
‘You are Mr. Archibald J. Fielder yes?’
Ah yes, THAT’S his last name.
‘What if I am?’
'You sir, are a rather rude man. I would have thought someone involved in your line of work would be a gentlemen.'
'You can never be to sure with men of MY line of 'work''
Arch clenched his jaw and glared at her, he was beginning to wonder if he had misjudged her. She wasn't angelic. She was annoying. She shrugged her shoulders and proceeded to sit down next to him, far enough away so she couldn't smell him.
'I am miss. Sera Clerk. Pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Fielder'
She held out her hand as if she expected him to shake it. He just sat there. He noticed she was wearing gloves, nobody in Arath wore gloves. He frowned and reached for her hand. As he held it he noticed a black mark on her wrist where the glove didn't quite cover. Ah. She was one of those. A seamstress. No wonder she knew who he was.
'So miss. seamstress...what brings you to my neck of the woods eh?'
She recoiled her hand and gave him a stony look before standing up and hurriedly marching off. Arch got to his feet and jogged after her.
'Musn't be a very high rank, sending you out to do the leg work? Preposterous. What those old hags want from me anyway?'
She let out a high pitched squeal and hit him with her bag.
'How DARE you! The mistresses are not hags! Take that back this instant!'
She was like a little girl defending her favourite band, no matter how much they sucked. He gave her an evil smirk.
'I'll take it back if you tell me why they sent a lil' pigeon to do an eagles job? surely I'm not that detestable?'
'They! They..the eagles are busy! There is a matter they must attend to! And i am not a pigeon! I'm a sparrow!'
There were tears in her eyes. It was amazing how quickly she had changed from a stuck up seamstress to a whimpering little child.
'There are a helluva lot of eagles, what're they all needed for?'
'I don't know, but they told me i had to escort you to them so that's what I'm going to do.'
She straightened up and brushed herself down. He didn't like the look of this...
'Well then Mr. Fielder! Shall we be going?'
'If you think I'm-!!'
She snapped her fingers and his shadow coiled around him, covering his eyes, his ears, his mouth. He screamed into the black ink stuff but he knew it was no use. He hated seamstress magic. Worst of the lot as far as he was concerned. The shadow thing grew bigger, it grew what could almost be called a head with a face as well. It smiled at the seamstress and began to grow 4 pairs of legs and some arms, Arch was now safely stored on it's stomach with a beautiful view of the floor...if he could see, and he felt the shadow thing begin to move. Ohhhh how he hated seamstresses...
Well that was fun : D, though not really what i should be doing at the moment but Geography Essays can wait in the wings for a while... Archi should become a recurring character here, he won't like it but he will be. From a book I've been writing, set in the same universe anyway.
Saturday, 15 November 2008
Rambling
Not as in the walking, though that itself is fun, as in the constant chatter from one who doesn't know how to begin an actual blog.
A new way to exploit the internet for creative means, works in progress, stories, poetry, the rare bit of photography here and there. Every method should, and will, be exploited! Possibly the thing i love most about the internet, it opens new doors to a more creative life style.
Hopefully i'll post again, as i learn how this thing works, i might even make it look more interesting as well?
A new way to exploit the internet for creative means, works in progress, stories, poetry, the rare bit of photography here and there. Every method should, and will, be exploited! Possibly the thing i love most about the internet, it opens new doors to a more creative life style.
Hopefully i'll post again, as i learn how this thing works, i might even make it look more interesting as well?
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