Saturday, March 31, 2012

A post from Arlington

So Alexander Arlington has allowed me to post some of his material in stead of Saxon's usual artwork. Below is a short untitled piece of prose by A.A.A. Hope you enjoy!


I've spent my night in this room. The concept isn't new, neither are the shows on tv. They blare in the background as a chapter of Darker Than BLACK displays upon the screen of my phone.

I'm alone in this dorm. Life isn't any exception. For a year I've been sitting here, waiting for something new. Yet, I never knew that I'd been fooling myself.

"Oh well," I mutter as the stale environment sinks deep into my consciousness. Chapter eight flashes off my screen as I put my phone to sleep with a sigh. So I stand and my phone slips into my pocket. The television is left on as I flee out the door of my room.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Rainy Day Inspiration

It’s raining, it’s pouring;
the sun must be snoring.
With daydreams galore,
the imagination soars.
Putting pen to paper;
Words flowing freely.
I couldn’t think of a better way
to spend this rainy day.

Basically this poem could describe many of the days in Oregon in the winter and spring time. It is a very rainy place, and I've been told that this season's been very mild (meaning light on rain fall). Sometimes I really love the rainy days, like when I am sitting inside and able to write. Other times I really hate the rain, it makes me feel groggy and tired at work. One thing that living in Oregon has taught me is to appreciate every day that the sun makes an appearance. I hope that everyone's week finishes off nicely, and that the weekend is amazing. 

Until Next Time,

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

The Totschlyger part 2

Hey guys! It's been a while since I have posted, but life has become a whirlwind, luckily I still find time to write on my favorite story as of now. 
This story you will find in the last parts of this post have to do with me describing a relationship with a woman. This is something personal to me. Although I wish I had this kind of relationship with her I do not, but nonetheless it is a reflection of my heart and I hope that you will sympathize and enjoy reading this as much as I have writing it. 
Grace be with you all, Alex. -

Something suddenly opened behind me, I turned seeing a man in a officer's uniform. I froze, not wanting give away my cover. He sidestepped to the left and gave me a Nazi salute, I hesitated but quickly mirrored his salute and we both said "Hail Hitler". He then motioned me to enter the doorway from which he left. I nodded, and entered as directed. My blood was pulsing, I almost couldn't believe that I had made this far into the secret communications relay ship undetected. Before me I saw what seemed to be hundreds of computers lining the walls of the ship from the front to the back with almost that many workers using them while the rest were running papers back and forth. This is what it was supposed to look like, but how was I supposed to find Hitler's assistant in here? I scanned the room, but there were no signs of any doors. Well it's not like you could see one in the first place. There could be a door on every open space on all the walls, this would be impossible...

I was standing on a metal walkway which was suspended above the whole working area. The man that had let me in had mysteriously disappeared and the entrance where I first came through looked as if it were just a wall...Now I was finally alone. Just the way I like it. I started walking along the walkway, trying to look as if I were a part of this whole operation. With no plan or idea of what to do next, I decided to speculate, and at least gather information on what this whole thing was about. There were so many voices that it was almost impossible to decipher what one was saying from another. I would just have to make my way down there and hope that no one notices that I don't fit in. This is suicide, what are you doing here anyway? I'm here to kill a man that my employers want dead. What did he do to you? Absolutely nothing that I know of, but if my employers have a good mind in hiring me for this assignment , then I'm sure that he's done something wrong. How can you be sure that anyone is right? Man can judge all he wants, but I have no desire to judge; only to kill.

Footsteps came towards me, stay calm they don't know who you are.
"Ruland Kuefer?"
The voice seemed directed towards me, I turned around. Before me stood a broad shouldered man, who stood at least a foot above my own height. He looked at me sideways, as if he knew that I wasn't supposed to be here. And why did he call me Ruland Kuefer? My name was Dustan...Unless he had mistaken me for someone else. In that case, it was a great thing! I was safe at least for the moment.
"General, I am sorry to disturb you sir, but we had all thought that you disappeared from the ship."

Who was this Ruland Kuefer that he was talking about? It doesn't matter; I have to get past him.
I muttered something under my breath about needing fresh air to the corporal. I walked passed him, but then he turned saying.
"One more thing general: why are you in a private's uniform?"
I spun round grabbed the back of his uniform and hair, and slammed his head over the rail. After pulling him back up to make sure he was dead I quickly shoved him off the side of the ship. The rain would take care of the cleaning for me.

I quickly made my way through the inner workings of the ship making sure to keep my head low and move fast. I finally reached my target's quarters. I looked around making sure no one had followed me. Good, time to get to work. I picked the lock and slipped into a well furnished room, with a red velvet couch, dining area, as well as queen size bed. It was all quite breathtaking, but where was he? He was supposed to be sleeping. My pulse rose, I turned to my right, and there he was a large dark figure standing over me. I jumped back, prepared for anything. He slowly walked out of the shadows revealing his scared face; he was holding a photograph of me and him standing together.
"Nice to finally see you again; Ruland." He said as he chuckled.
It was that instant, I just let my guard down for a second and he was on top of me, and before I knew what was going on my muscles relaxed and my world turned to black."

Katrina grabbed my hand pulling me back towards her body. For the longest time she didn’t say anything. I held her tightly never wanting to let go. 

“Dustan?” She whispered softly as her head lay on my shoulder. 


“I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

There was nothing out here but us, nothing to stop us, we could escape this reality. It was so easy, why didn’t we just leave this nightmare? She was the one who always wanted to leave, but I never knew why. Katrina would never tell me what was bothering her, only that we loved each other and that’s all that mattered. 

I ran my hands through her dark, silky, brown hair. Looking into her deep brown eyes I felt my heart melt away to nothing, I would never- I could never- love anyone but her. There is no physical way for me to show her how much I loved her, but only by the look in my eyes. I almost hated the fact that she could see the depth of my love for her. I wanted- no, I needed- to be strong for her, but how can I do this, letting my guard down every time I see her. 

Monday, March 26, 2012

Apologies to All

So as you may have noticed there has been a recent lull in content.  We are currently undergoing some difficulties that will (hopefully) be overcome soon.  We're working on getting back on schedule but don't be surprised if we are still a bit sporadic.  As we gather our wits, I ask that you gather your patience. You just might need it.

On another far less serious note! I have thankfully had a small breakthrough during this great and terrible writer's block of mine.  It's one small step for me and one giant leap for.... well for no one really. It's just a small step for me and hopefully an entertaining one for you all. The story behind this piece is pretty simple. I was angry at my mother, we just had a disagreement and this is well... my rage fueled writing that followed. It turned out fairly well in my opinion and sums up most of what I feel was going on between her and I.  We have since begun to mend, but it's a process. While this poem takes a fairly dim view on our relationship, I really do love my mother. She's a great supporter and I couldn't ask for a better mom.

So here it is!

Good Enough

Praying I might catch a break,
and all I get is heartache.
Hoping one day might change it all
but only disappointment does come call.
Tears roll down my face
but no one sees the pain you cause me.

I'm trying to please you,
and me and him.
But no one is happy.
No one is at ease.

I'm alone and frightened.
I'm different, yet treated the same.

I work for your approval
but I only disappoint.
I pray for your love,
yet I'm never good enough.

I'm sorry I'm not the daughter
that you always wanted.
I'm sorry I'm not the child
you always dreamed of having.
I'm sorry I'm not more like
the one that came before me.
But I love you the same as he.

I'm just sorry that I'm
   not good enough
          for you.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Radiant Thursday

 Hey Readers, as promised from last week I have the continuation of summaries for the Wicked Lovely series. I covered the first three last week, if you happened to miss my post all you need to do is click here to read and catch up! The last two novels in this series were probably my favorites. So, enjoy.

© HarperCollins

The fourth book in the Wicked Lovely series follows a young girl named Ani.  She is half human, and half faery. Because of her faery heritage she is driven by hungers. All of these hungers work together to involve Ani in a struggle for power  between siblings.  Delvin winds up protecting Ani from the High Queen Sorcha, who is run by logic, and her chaotic twin Bananach, who is the embodiment of war. Delvin is the balancing force between Sorcha and Bananach. Ani isn’t the kind of girl to sit back and let other people take care of her battles. The two are drawn closer together despite all of the reasons to fear the other. Looming overhead is a bigger threat that could mean the end of Faerie as a whole. Saving the faery realm could mean losing each other forever. Pick up a copy of Radiant Shadows to find out how if Ani and Delvin's love can last.

© HarperCollins

Tensions are high between the Faery Courts in the fifth novel of the Wicked Lovely series.  The summer court’s King is missing. The dark court is weak, and is desperately fighting to survive. The Winter Court's Queen at risk of a break up. All of the Faery Kingdoms are preparing for the outbreak of a war. Adding to all of the chaos is a stranger walking in their midst wreaking havoc and signifying the death of fey. Aislinn is busy caring for the Summer Court, while trying to find its King, and pining for Seth. Keenan, the Summer King is torn between new, and old loves. Donia tries to prepare the Winter Court for war, while longing for a relationship with the Summer King. While Seth, sworn brother of the Dark King and heir of the High Queen is about to make a fatal mistake. In the conclusion to the Wicked Lovely series, there will be betrayal, love, and despair. In the final conflict some will gain all, while others will lose everything. Pick up a copy of Darkest Mercy to find out how the series comes to a close.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012



So if you guys are not aware, the Writer's Digest is currently taking entries for their Annual Writing Competition! Every year, they take entries from multiple categories and the best entries win multiple different prizes! There are multiple possible prizes, including a chance to work with real life editors and agents! :D THe possible categories are as follows:

  • Inspriational Writing
  • Memoirs/Personal Essays
  • Magazine Feature Article
  • Genre Short Story
  • Mainstream/Literary Short Story
  • Rhyming Poetry
  • Non-rhyming Poetry
  • Stage Play
  • Television/Movie Script
  • Children's/Young Adult Fiction
Now, one piece can be entered into multiple categories as long as each category. (For example, you can't use a short story for rhyming poem) However, you do have to pay a fee for each entry. For most entries, the fee is $25 for the first entry, $20 for each additional entry. for poems however, the fee is $15, and $10 for each additional entry. This a great way to see where you rank among your peers and possibly get your name out there if you believe you are ready for big time. I will be entering as well, so look out of rme as well! Here's the link, hope to see your entries! The Deadline is May 1st, but they have an extended late deadline for those willing to pay some extra cash.

Monday, March 5, 2012


©2010-2012 ~Ookami-SeaEmpress
Hay guys this is Aulene!!! I recently wrote this piece due to some events that have gotten to me a bit. This piece is about people who you think you know but you really don't. People who you have known for years and you think that you know better than anything. Something happens and you realize that they are not the same person that you thought they were. I have had this happen so many times, and I decided to actually put it into words this time. So ya, here ya go. Let me know what you think! please comment.


Take off your mask,
Show me who you are.
Stop pretending
Its's almost true
It's almost you.
So long you have lied
So long you have hurt
Hidden and betrayed me
I didn't know.
You have decieved me for so long

You're a stranger
Your mask is now who you are
Do you even know who you are?
The real you?
Take off your mask,
Before it's true.
Don't let it define you.
Hold your head up.
Face the world,
Remove your mask.
Define yourself,
Who you are,
Before it defines you.


-edited AAA

Sunday, March 4, 2012

2 of them

A drawing i'm painting in 2D art. I might post the finished product on facebook later :D
This is the one i forgot to post last week. Srry. I drew this for my friends Comic book. I initially thought it would look like shit and suck ass. It actually turned out pretty well.

Friday, March 2, 2012

A Shift in the Cards

©2009-2012 ~onesummerago

I hope you all enjoyed my poem yesterday. The story it told was pretty personal, in some ways.
If you didn't...well, Anora will be back to posting soon enough and you won't have to deal with my numerous posts. So, just chill, seriously.

Regardless, these Fridays are my regular posting days. As such, I'm going to continue Act One of "Her Presence versus Fate." The first line will probably allude you to the new problem facing Damien as the story advances several months into the future. This will be the first time I've written about these kind of subjects, so I hope the story turned out as well as I'd like.

"Her Presence versus Fate"
Act One:
Scene Two

        I’ve been here three nights in a row. “She’s pregnant,” I type while taking along swig of the lager the barkeep had freshly poured into my mug. This bar seems more and more like a sanctuary the longer I stay. Amber and I met five months ago, five days ago. Lust knows no bounds, but its causes probably come from resolution made upon lost dreams. Definitely, Amber is sweet, cool, smart, and possibly everything a guy like me should hope to find so randomly. Yet…something seems to be missing, and I can’t describe what it is.
        A response to my text causes my phone to vibrate while my second swig flows gloriously down my throat. I press a button to read the message. “WHAT???” Alisa had responded.
        “She’s pregnant. How much clearer could I be?” My thumb hits send and returns me to my thoughts. I never quite no why sleeping with a woman so early seems so acceptable. Obviously, I knew something like this would happen eventually. There never seems to be a silver lining to these sorts of things. My phone vibrates again, and again, and again. I glance down and see the old picture of Alisa and I smiling identifying the caller. Calmly, I pick up the phone and slide a bar down to answer the call. “Hey,” I say, not really feeling like hearing her berate me.
        “Hey….WHAT THE FUCK?!” I have to pull the phone from my ear, so that my ear doesn’t catch the brunt of her yelling. “How can she be pregnant?! Didn’t you guys use protection?!”
        “No dip, Sherlock,” I sip at my drink, “accidents happen.”
        “Don’t worry so much. She wants to abort anyways.” The bartender flashes me a soft look while he cleans a mug with white cloth. I nod at him with a smile, while lifting my mug a bit, as if to say: “I know, it sucks.”
        “How do you feel about that?” Her tone suddenly changes from anger to concern. I place my mug upon the counter and scratch my head, trying to conger some thought from my depressed brain cells.
        “I don’t know…” I say at length. “The entire situation has made me think about some things, and…I don’t know…I guess there are some changes that need to be made.”
        “Like what?” For some reason, I can’t decipher her tone. My thoughts split and it takes me longer than normal to reply.
        “I don’t know…It could be the alcohol talking, but I’ve just been thinking a lot about the conditions under which the two of us met…Maybe I don’t feel as deeply about her as I thought…” I shrug, as if she could see my motions
        “You’re drinking?” she asks with more worry.
        “Yeah. So?” More lager enters my mouth in defiance of her reaction.
        “I have to go.” She hangs up. Silence enters the other end.
        “Fine,” I state, half-slamming the phone back onto the counter. I drain the last bit of drink in my mug, my third mug that night. I guess I’m a little buzzed, but so what? Who cares? If she keeps the baby, my life is over. If she doesn’t, well…life still looks miserable. I reach into my pocket and pull out a five dollar bill.
        “Hey barkeep. Another lager please?” I place the money on the counter and watch as the middle-aged man comes over.
        “Son,” he says to me, “maybe you shouldn’t drink so much tonight. You obviously have a lot troubling you. Alcohol never solved anyone’s troubles. Take your money and go home while you can still walk.”
        “But…I just want to forget…her…” I mumble with downcast eyes.
        “I understand the pain. Look around you, I’m sure many of the men in here do, but time solves those types of wounds and alcohol shortens time. Where’s the logic in it all?”
        “I know—”
        “Damien…” I turn around, and Alisa is standing in front of me with worry in her light blue eyes. She looks pretty—beyond pretty—and is dressed in a way to emphasize such looks. Her light-brown hair is braided in one, long strand, passing by the right side of her worrisome expression and down her front.
        “Hey…” I answer, shocked that she actually remembered the bar we met at or that she would come at all. “What are you doing here?”
        “I was worried and had to make sure that you were okay.”
        “Of course I’m—” My speech stops abruptly as I see the tears about to form about her face. The sobering effect of her expression hits me hard. “Hey, barkeep…” I say to the man behind me. “Thanks.” I stand up, leaving the money behind, and place an arm around Alisa. “It’ll be fine,” I console her.
        “I just hate to see you so sad,” she confesses as two streams of tears make their tracks upon her face.
        “I know. I know.” I speak without knowing anything at all. “Sometimes life just isn’t all that great. I should know that by now.”
        “Damien…” I open the door and allow her to leave before me.

Fate, guide me to what's right.


Thursday, March 1, 2012

How love degrades the mind

©2008-2012 =AnndreaLeeann

The picture above (the coverart for In Love and Death by The Used) has been a huge basis for many of my pieces in the past. This next piece is truly no different. "A heart hangs upon a string, yet the only one dying is me." Yes! Let these words bring forth the chorus of a damaged heart that continually goes back for another beating. Insanity runs in between each space, each thought, but the each step forward brings more want.


“Five Steps to Insanity”


Dreams, they come alive before this lonely soul.
Where sanity has gone, only Death knows.
Nonetheless, her beauty rips reality at the seams.
But, regardless, this heart she still shan’t see.


Butterflies swarm and capture this mind.
All these tort’rous colors leave me blind.
Intentions, cast them to the wind!
Mentality’s not kind, hers won’t bend.


Leave me now disast’rous succubus!
Give no sign of presence to test us.
How you match my loveliest dream...
But nothing but heartache will you bring!


You torture me with those pretty eyes.
You hope that the hate in me soon dies.
I want to give in...though I mustn’t!
No...I can’t refrain from just one glance.


I beg of you, please! Take my hand.
Now that I’m here, make me in demand.
Let this be my last, desp’rate plea.
Be someone else, if only for me.

"I can laugh all I want; inside, I still am empty."


~Edited by Sharon