Wow!I haven't posted in a long time! I'm jumping back to old habit.
I have been keeping a story for a very (very) long time. I just doesn't feel finished. So I've been trying to make it into poem but I'm having a hard time. I've lost the power of rhyme.
But that's not the only reason. I've got thing on mind that's keeping me from finishing. I'm trying to put those things into a story but it's too hard.
Until next time! (cross fingers)
(Save the whales)
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Once Upon A Time
(Disclaimer: Some truths are falsified)
As promised, here is...
"Where We Go When We Sleep"
The forest of Elysian is known for its mystical creatures and manifestations. Which is why mortals are forbidden to enter. But on the eve of Zahndra's birth, her father, Theron, went to the forest to hunt a feast to rejoice her coming to world. His eyes were fixed upon a creature he could not recognize. Finally, he took the shot. When he came to collect his kill, he saw nothing. Not even a hint were it disappeared to. Confused and frustrated, he went home empty handed.
Years passed, Theron and his family lived a prosperous and happy life. Until one day Zahndra never woke up from her sleep. No one had an explanation for her condition, not even the doctors. All they knew is that she is alive and she can recover. Thinking that she would have a better chance in the hospital, Theron together with his wife insisted that she remain there.
Days and months went by but still there were no changes. Though that was, they were still hopeful. Until one day, they noticed that her heart rate was dropping. Soon enough, that found signs of internal bleeding but baffled as to why. It was too late when they discovered a bullet inside her. It was the same bullet Theron uses for hunting.
The same bullet...
The exact same bullet that the hunter used to kill a creature he failed to recognize. An ancient creature known as a Dryad, a forest spirit. It was created to keep balance within the forest. To protect the forest from those who wishes to harm it. The harm done by the hunter angered Mother Nature. She forced the spirit to morph with the hunter's daughter's spirit. Only when the mortal is asleep can the spirit return to the forest. The Dryad was reluctant with Mother Nature's decision. It wondered why did it seem that it, too, was being punished. It grew wrathful each moment it could not find an answer to its query. It longed for justice. It longed for its old form. Every time it returns to the forest, it tries to stay. To remain in its perennial design. One day its persistence payed off. It rejoiced for its found freedom. But neglected to see the hunter that once had shot it.
The hunter was surprised that it seemed like nothing has happened. The creature did not even have a gun shot wound. The very same day he receive harrowing news.
As promised, here is...
"Where We Go When We Sleep"
The forest of Elysian is known for its mystical creatures and manifestations. Which is why mortals are forbidden to enter. But on the eve of Zahndra's birth, her father, Theron, went to the forest to hunt a feast to rejoice her coming to world. His eyes were fixed upon a creature he could not recognize. Finally, he took the shot. When he came to collect his kill, he saw nothing. Not even a hint were it disappeared to. Confused and frustrated, he went home empty handed.
Years passed, Theron and his family lived a prosperous and happy life. Until one day Zahndra never woke up from her sleep. No one had an explanation for her condition, not even the doctors. All they knew is that she is alive and she can recover. Thinking that she would have a better chance in the hospital, Theron together with his wife insisted that she remain there.
Days and months went by but still there were no changes. Though that was, they were still hopeful. Until one day, they noticed that her heart rate was dropping. Soon enough, that found signs of internal bleeding but baffled as to why. It was too late when they discovered a bullet inside her. It was the same bullet Theron uses for hunting.
The same bullet...
The exact same bullet that the hunter used to kill a creature he failed to recognize. An ancient creature known as a Dryad, a forest spirit. It was created to keep balance within the forest. To protect the forest from those who wishes to harm it. The harm done by the hunter angered Mother Nature. She forced the spirit to morph with the hunter's daughter's spirit. Only when the mortal is asleep can the spirit return to the forest. The Dryad was reluctant with Mother Nature's decision. It wondered why did it seem that it, too, was being punished. It grew wrathful each moment it could not find an answer to its query. It longed for justice. It longed for its old form. Every time it returns to the forest, it tries to stay. To remain in its perennial design. One day its persistence payed off. It rejoiced for its found freedom. But neglected to see the hunter that once had shot it.
The hunter was surprised that it seemed like nothing has happened. The creature did not even have a gun shot wound. The very same day he receive harrowing news.
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