Double Star Across The Sky

Two stars sit high on the empty sky
Engaged in the waltz of a million years
O, how I wish I could, like them, fly
And shed the darkness of my fears.

But envy creeps in, a horrible price
and overshadows a lonely world
Why should my life only just suffice
under the light of the golden twirls?

As I rage against that bright lie
twin fires burning alike as one
O, how I wish that light would die
So I could with this rage be done

Stars may seem to last forever
But alas, one day, they too must fall
As I sit and reflect, I wonder
Isn’t that the truth for us all?

Now, one star hangs in the violent night
the other claimed for the devil’s own
I lie back in the fiercest delight
and watch the single star alone.

A Thing That Happened

The trees weep in silence,
The leaves begin to fall,
They shiver in unwarranted defence,
I regret it all

The birds sing, loud and clever
Contrary to my breaking heart,
I thought this might last forever-
But this is just playing a part.

The clouds cover up the sun
Casting grey upon the track
And if you think you might have won,
think again. I’ll come back.

A Treasure Trove

It was rather magnificant, how strange the whole thing was. Of coure, if you didn’t agree, Drifty would have stared at you without her glasses – quite a horrifying experience, claimed Pyro.

“Starla, look at this – it’s amazing!”

The aforementioned Starla clambered over the rocks over to where Drifty was. “I’m coming!” She had been busily arguing with her sentient printer Matilda over the validity of this trip – the printer was eager to go back as she had a date with the prison’s photocopying machine, but Starla needed a packmule to carry all of the Lady Queen Mistress’s stuff.

Drifty looked back. “Seriously, look. It’s what we’ve been searching for!”

As Starla climbed the mountain of carelessly toppled rocks, she mentally complained about how her duties back at the mainland were being seriously neglected. Who knows what Pyro was up to, or even that dastardly Tamasys? She had to be back soon, or the island would explode or something.

All those thoughts were washed away as she reached the top of the rockpile. Staring into the valley surrounded by rocks, she murmured; “What the Amanda Freaking Palmer…”

“JAL was not kidding when he said Wikipinia had been taken over by spam.”

The valley was colonised by all manner of spam – spam trees, spam folks and spam spam. Their short, tubular appearances made for a strange sight amongst the vestiges of JAL’s epic magnum opus. They shouted to each other in a strange, foreign language;

“The key with this story however, is making it plausible that Abraham Lincoln could actually take on vampires, and live to still become,” philosophised a strange little spambot, metallic and green.

“A man was driving along a rural road when he realized he had to make a phonecall. If everything is good you have a confident and friendly dog!” rhapsodized a raconteur.

“Carbon daaaaaaaating for kids?” questioned a chemical spammer.

“Free Ben 10 Sex Videos!”

Starla’s eyes popped out of her head at this. She was laughing so hard and almost choking on the laughs, gasping out, “WTAFP?”

Drifty was grinning. She had in her hand a presposterous hammer, and she said, “Should we exterminate them now? I got the banhammer!”

“Make a backup first!”

what is this i dont even

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Today, the world is going to end!

“Yaaay!” say all the children in the grinning ads. A lady goes up to them, a lady all in pink and green furs, and she says, “Kids, that’s bad. And do you know why?”

“Why?” ask the children in unison.

“Because you can’t buy L’OREAL HAIR WASH after the world is ended! But you can buy it now, for a very limited time only! And, who knows? It might stall the end of the world!”

The lady in pink and green wipes a tear off her face and continues. “So buy it now!”

“Because it’s L’oreal!” say the kids with their shiny teeth and shiny hair and shiny false hope, and then the TV cuts off.

It’s a really old TV, one of those with their monochromatic rainbows and static clouds. Despite the crappy reception and dreadful sound, it still manages to catch this lonely call of help hidden in a L’oreal ad. That must make it a rather good TV, in subjective terms, but it’s only doing it’s job.

So are the advertising networks, which are the only shows on now. Even the news networks have turned off, tired of reporting meteors and mass extinctions and the hopeless state of the world. Nobody wants to hear about cheating politicians and hated leaders and terrible genocide now, they want to hear good things.

Positive things!

So the people have taken control of the ads and the TV and are advertising the things they remember, because they want to forget.

And that is why you should buy L’oreal.

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This is all I have time for nowadays. Isn’t that sad?

So I finished reading Homestuck, and now I should probably post the second half of this thing. So that I can be motivated to actually write more things.

Hush

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So I’m addicted to Homestuck now, right, and I completely forget about randomly updating my blog with stuff from my fiction folder. That said, this has two parts and the first part was written last June or July, and the second part was written half then and half three days ago. Also, it might be a bit weird, but then I was listening to Let Go by Frou Frou on repeat.
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The Girl Who Talked To Numbers

A Mathematical Fairytale

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This got published in an anthology pamphlet for Youth in Print. I won one book from that competition, which was really cool.

It’s about a guy who is being stalked by a girl, and the theme was Past and Future.

Ouroborotastic!

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So I was looking at my big fat fiction folder and pillaging The Strawberry Times for The War of Spades and Aces, when I found all this crap (and they’re pretty bad with little editing – not that I do much of that anyway) and I was thinking I should probably put up some of the things I”ll never finish because that is fun and I am a masochist. Except I’m not putting up any fanfiction as I was into a particular anime/manga for a looong time and my god that fanfic folder is FAT.

Anyway.

Presenting Half Finished Esoterica

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Here’s a little story… I bet Smiley that if he wrote a blog entry in his blog, I would post one on mine – and he did, three times!

So now I need to write three blog entries – and this surely counts as one? But yeah, I’ve had an extended Writer’s Block and

It would be awesome if you could give me ideas! I’ll write fantasy, mystery, romance, but not a porno – fanfiction, sci-fi – but I’d prefer a more specific idea, I’d be more likely to get inspired by that!

Exams is over in two Tuesdays, so this is the time to give me ideas!

Breaking news: I wrote something! This story is a mess that is a clash of two rather distinct writing styles, but I just wanted to get back on a writing groove and it’s just a short, fun story which doesn’t need editing as much as other, more serious stories but still-

Slightly based on Timbo’s Guardians and Demons. I was going to write an ultra-dark parody/satire of G&D, but then… Oh, and – Ellie read this. And thought the ending was lacking. And wrote hers, which I’ll put at the end. Anyway…

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I’m like that fly you think is dead just as you swat it, but really isn’t. Yeah. Anyway, this is something written for school – apparently, according to the teachers, I have a great sense of humour.

And for those who attend the school – you probably know who the main characters are.

Teachers in Hippieville

This story begins with two English Teachers going to Hippieville. Of course, it wasn’t literally Hippieville, as it was Daylesford, but there were enough hippies there. Read the rest…