Paradise Lost: Chapter 2 by Shade-Star, literature
Literature
Paradise Lost: Chapter 2
Chapter 2: A woman scorned
Agatha found it difficult to go back to sleep that night. Fortunately for her, the sun rose quickly and the time prior was devoid of encountered from the crying girl. Soon it was morning, with the old couple sitting down at their table eating breakfast. Fernando, Agatha started to explain suddenly after putting her fork down. She had already finished her small portion of eggs and bacon. I saw that girl again last night. It seemed so strange, but... The elderly woman sounded genuinely frightened as she began to explain what happened to her the night before. This fear was accented
Paradise Lost: Chapter 1 by Shade-Star, literature
Literature
Paradise Lost: Chapter 1
Chapter One: Such subtle winds do blow...
It was once a time of pleasure and happiness, before the ruining to come. The sky was bright and cheery, a beautifully light blue, the sun itself seemed to smile from its spot in the sky and would continue forever to do so, or we thought. The fields surrounding Silverfield were a healthy shade of green and the farm lands rich with food. It was a prosperous time, suffice to say. Perhaps it was something in the air for such subtle winds do blow, foretelling all things ominous and diabolical, but someone would at least notice something was disturbed in this tranquil life. One of the older residents of S
Prologue: Innocent Beginnings
It was, as most nights are, a shaded and sunless sky, darkened puff ball clouds passing overhead and masking the brilliance and white of an illuminating full moon. This beautiful night seemed at odds with the landscape below, as barren and plain it was. The particular town in question was long sense abandoned as evinced by the run-down and messily kept houses. The very air almost felt as though something terribly, terribly wrong had happened.
The towns sacred church lay in ruins; its stained glass was left fractured and shattered on the dying brown grass and the once so pure white ivory pillars, now withe
Some things never change... by Shade-Star, literature
Literature
Some things never change...
Keep saying no; keep saying I can't,
Keep laughing at me; keep calling me strange,
Some things never change...
When I say I know; you laugh and say no,
When I try to get help; you push it a-way,
Some things never change...
Keep saying no; keep saying I can't,
Keep laughing at me; keep calling me strange,
Some things never change...
I say that I can; I say I un-der-stand,
You say that I can't; that I stand no chance,
Some things never change...
Keep saying no; keep saying I can't,
Keep laughing at me; keep calling me strange,
Some things never change...
The things that I do; just aren't enough for you,
The things I can't do; yo
An untouchable goal; that little promise,
I had thought it just could never be,
I had thought you could never be,
It had seemed so distant from me...
So try for one moment to realize my sur-prise,
When I found you,
It had seemed so unlikely; so impossible,
But now that you're here,
I needn't have fear,
Because even as life keeps changing...
You've become the pride and my hope,
My joy and the love; that I thought was...
An untouchable goal; that little promise,
I had thought it just could never be,
I had thought you could never be,
It had seemed so distant from me...
So I just wanted you to know,
That you're the light in the s
Stare. Go ahead; keep staring,
Stare until your eyes rot,
I'm not ashamed...
I'm your anathema; likewise you are mine,
You claim to stand for good; for things right and just,
If people could see how fake you are,
I'd be laughing at your fate,
Stare. Go ahead; I'm strange, after all,
I use an umbrella in the sun,
I wear shorts in the coldest nights,
I appear arrogant, obscure, and inhuman,
So stare. Go ahead; I'm strange, after all,
You would think I demand fame; notoriety,
But I have made no such claim,
Had anyone ever realized that,
they would understand my hate,
Stare at me. Go ahead; keep staring,
Stare until your eyes rot
Just another day,
Same things always happen...
I wanted to be different,
to be perfect; so untouchable,
But no,
No, I couldn't...
One step forward has a price for me,
Two steps back...
I see this happen; day after day,
Seems like life doesn't work any other way...
Even when you're near; I still feel alone,
Barely guided; though I long for no one now...
But the drive is gone; the dreams are gone,
Just another day...
He waits;
she's so far away...
To climb the mountain;
to find yourself...
Even as he is enshrouded in shadow;
and she in the cold...
So close, barely out of reach;
yet still untouchable...
That shadow, dark as it is;
will be their sanctuary...
I'm no stranger to the air;
Nor foreign to the seas.
The very soil beneath you;
I navigate with ease.
I am drawn;
I am written.
I am spoken of and speak;
Yet I myself am silent.
I've seen the rising sun;
And am proud of what I've done.
All I could want now;
is to do more than just know how.
What am I?
No name is named, reveal no faces, and mask all identity. A cloak of shadows, a veil of night. Hidden in this shield, all things become relative. No one becomes someone, the nonexistent becomes real.
Anonymity, living life by proxy, feeling you have lived yet knowing you never truly have even as you tell them of what you do, how you feel. It undoes, unhinges, resonates through you, further reinforcing while slowly a web is woven.
This web becomes a fortress, an armor. Stronger than steel, tougher than diamonds but there is nothing that escapes. A single tear, running down the face, perhaps wishing for a life that never was, frustr
Normally, I wouldnt bother writing any of this down. Normally. However, my circumstances now arent exactly normal, so why not, right? Maybe I could talk some sense into a few people.
My name, for future reference, is Gurei Hasu. For those who are curious, that translates into Grey Lotus in english. But what Im about to write on, is a very touchy subject for me. Longbow, heroes, and the like. So, lets make this at least somewhat painless.
Now, I was created only being able to do certain things extremely well, things ordinary people do not so much. I specialize in assassination, theft, and
Internet: Serious Business? by Shade-Star, literature
Literature
Internet: Serious Business?
All the time now I see people getting softer, more easily offended. Why? Its really starting to bug me. See, I dont exactly hide it when somebody pisses me off, or does something stupid. Why should I? Its words on the internet! They only hold as much offensiveness to them as you let them.
Now, see, thats my take on this. Somebody makes an ANGRY ON THE INTERNET post in all caps, I laugh. They got angry on the internet. Its funny to me, because think about it. Somebody, somewhere in the world, just made you mad. And as you scream and yell in obviously righteous rage, you can only make impotent threats. Thats it. No actu
You know what really grinds my gears?
Besides everything.
No? Okay, Ill tell you. These stupid people who abbreviate names that I meticulously and fanatically slave over in MMOs, those idiots grind my gears.
I take pride in the names I give my characters. I dont expect some joe-shomo to feign laziness and call them by the first word in their name, which is often a title.
Honestly. That sort of shit just annoys me. Do I call your xXx1Lord Darkity Dark1xXx xXx1? I mean, really. Besides the name sucking, its just damn stupid. Id call it Lord Darkity Dark, I expect you to do the same. Whatever happened to
Axe ain't sharp enough yet by Shade-Star, literature
Literature
Axe ain't sharp enough yet
Right, so, Authority is the topic this time. Specifically, when stupid people are put in charge.
But you idiots say anything, know that Im not referring to the current American President, mkay? That horse has been killed, brought back, killed again, found the secret to eternal life, and was then stabbed until it bled out. IT IS AN EX-HORSE! IT HAS CEASED TO BE!
Monty Python references aside, why do stupid people end up in charge, anyway? People who are absolutely, positively retarded yet somehow manage to hold sway over a possibly even more stupid community; its like an endless cycle of stupid.
It just drives me up the wall. Ho
So lately, I've been not posting anything. Right. This'll change that.
First off, what the hell is wrong with this picture? You have first world countries turning third world countries into desolate wastelands for the sake of profit.
Spoiler: everything. Really, that just sickens me to my very core. Exploitation to such a profound degree is just so repulsive I find the english language failing me when describing it. But what does it matter, anyway? What difference does one voice make, drowning in a sea of thousands - nay, millions? What difference does it make, anyway? Nobody will listen...
Nobody wants to listen when they buy a carpet tha
No name is named, reveal no faces, and mask all identity. A cloak of shadows, a veil of night. Hidden in this shield, all things become relative. No one becomes someone, the nonexistent becomes real.
Anonymity, living life by proxy, feeling you have lived yet knowing you never truly have even as you tell them of what you do, how you feel. It undoes, unhinges, resonates through you, further reinforcing while slowly a web is woven.
This web becomes a fortress, an armor. Stronger than steel, tougher than diamonds but there is nothing that escapes. A single tear, running down the face, perhaps wishing for a life that never was, frustr
I'm no stranger to the air;
Nor foreign to the seas.
The very soil beneath you;
I navigate with ease.
I am drawn;
I am written.
I am spoken of and speak;
Yet I myself am silent.
I've seen the rising sun;
And am proud of what I've done.
All I could want now;
is to do more than just know how.
What am I?
He waits;
she's so far away...
To climb the mountain;
to find yourself...
Even as he is enshrouded in shadow;
and she in the cold...
So close, barely out of reach;
yet still untouchable...
That shadow, dark as it is;
will be their sanctuary...
Just another day,
Same things always happen...
I wanted to be different,
to be perfect; so untouchable,
But no,
No, I couldn't...
One step forward has a price for me,
Two steps back...
I see this happen; day after day,
Seems like life doesn't work any other way...
Even when you're near; I still feel alone,
Barely guided; though I long for no one now...
But the drive is gone; the dreams are gone,
Just another day...
Stare. Go ahead; keep staring,
Stare until your eyes rot,
I'm not ashamed...
I'm your anathema; likewise you are mine,
You claim to stand for good; for things right and just,
If people could see how fake you are,
I'd be laughing at your fate,
Stare. Go ahead; I'm strange, after all,
I use an umbrella in the sun,
I wear shorts in the coldest nights,
I appear arrogant, obscure, and inhuman,
So stare. Go ahead; I'm strange, after all,
You would think I demand fame; notoriety,
But I have made no such claim,
Had anyone ever realized that,
they would understand my hate,
Stare at me. Go ahead; keep staring,
Stare until your eyes rot
Paradise Lost: Chapter 2 by Shade-Star, literature
Literature
Paradise Lost: Chapter 2
Chapter 2: A woman scorned
Agatha found it difficult to go back to sleep that night. Fortunately for her, the sun rose quickly and the time prior was devoid of encountered from the crying girl. Soon it was morning, with the old couple sitting down at their table eating breakfast. Fernando, Agatha started to explain suddenly after putting her fork down. She had already finished her small portion of eggs and bacon. I saw that girl again last night. It seemed so strange, but... The elderly woman sounded genuinely frightened as she began to explain what happened to her the night before. This fear was accented
Current Residence: Vectrova, obviously. Favourite genre of music: lol. Favourite style of art: Colored. Operating System: Windows XP. Wallpaper of choice: Usually black, or space-related. Skin of choice: Flesh colored, or none at all. Personal Quote: But is it better than YOUR AWESOME BIDOOF!?
Favourite Visual Artist
You CANNOT expect me to pick just one. >>;
Favourite Movies
It's not so much ONE favorite as it is a series...
Well, Chapter 2 is finished and I'll upload it shortly. Summarization is as follows:
The plot thickens, every character was introduced, and some more things pertaining to the story are fleshed out, though not by much. This chapter just allows the reader to know the cast and what they do, though has some nice foreshadowing.
Check out the chapter for an idea I've come up with for Paradise Lost!
Yeah, remember when I said I'd start writing some time in June?
I lied.
I'm more than willing to let more characters into this story than just what I create, by the by. If you want an insert, I'll put you in if it's before Chapter 2. Otherwise it'll be harder. Much harder.
Here's the deal:
Sign up sheet:
Name:
Desired Role:
Appearance:
Biography:
Personality:
Personal effects (Items and so forth, if applicable):
These are all mandatory if you decide to sign up and I'd like them as detailed as possible. I'd love about a paragraph in each or more, but at least try to for three sentences containing about 3-5 words each at a minimum.
So, I've got something to tell you all, peoples of teh intarwebz. I have plans to write an actual story.Yes, a story. Not a one shot, not my own ramblings. An actual, honest to goodness story. I do hope you people are sitting down. No, I won't pay for the hospital bill.
Bare in mind this story won't even be worked on until the beginning of June. You can blame college for that. But I will endeavor to make it starting June 1st, 2008. I'll use this journal to inform you all of progress and such. It'll even have a neat title so you can distinguish it from regular journal entries, too.
Anyway, that's all I have for you people. Be happy I'm even
A joke that... I don't very clearly remember the origin of. I do recall making the comment, or quipping that comment, during a discussion on netbattle, but beyond that I don't know... :
Furret is such a lame Pokemon. The only reason I don't curse its existance is because of Bibarel. That Pokemon can burn in hell for itself and every other retarded Pokemon ever created. XD
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