Reinvention - Amanda A. Arcieri

The night wind gently treads
O'er the meadow's darkened mist;
A silver sphere rises
In the northern sky amidst

A glinting cosmic wonder
Of starlight aura glow,
Glistening--e'er whimsically--
Upon a sheet of powder snow;

As each lies in wait
For that single moment, true,
In melancholic solitude:

The Rite of Beginnings Anew.

The Dragon and the Spire by Ken

A rather surreal mood piece. Dreams have always fascinated me, by virtue of the fact that anything can happen when your asleep. This story is an attempt to capture the proper feel.

The Pastel Manse Conclusion by Ken

The Amethyst - Amanda A. Arcieri

A gem so precious;
Hidden 'neath mound
Of powder snow-
Rarely found,

for, angels themselves
Are far too impure
To lay eye on her heart,
Though they kiss heaven's shore.

A stone, so noble
That even the wise
Bow at her throne
When'er her name sighed.

And yet, I, less worthy
Of the lowest vicinity,
Dance, unharmed
In her eternal divinity.

The Unpishtim Part 3 by Ken

Currently Untitled - by Kate Z.

This is the first chapter of a story I'm currently working on. Since it's the first chapter, no explanations necessary! Hopefully there's enough hints in this to clue you in to the setting and etc. I'm actually in the process of totally rewriting this - inspiration struck this morning, so I'm changing parts of the plot, particularly the events of this chapter, quite a bit. I figured I'd upload the old one before reworking it though, just so it wasn't a total waste of time.

The Pastel Manse Part 1 by Ken

This is a side story to my ongoing story "Of What Measure" and features many of the same characters. You could say that it's seasonal, given that it takes place on the Solstice. Enjoy.

The Utnapishtim Part 2 by Ken

The Utnapishtim by Ken

This is the first chapter of my stab at Scifi that petered out when RL got a hold of me a year ago. If you've read "Of What Measure" the main characters name should be familier, but hey, we all have names we like to recycle. I'd love to know what you guys think.

The Price of Freedom--Holly

Thought I'd shake things up a bit and stop posting short sci-fi stories. I wrote a couple of poems about 9/11 this year as a way to reflect, especially with the whole mosque thing. I wanted to know how I really felt about it, nine years later. The one I posted earlier was written to my brother, but this is the one where my anger really came out--I find that I still get mad when I think about it.

Little Clove - Amanda A. Arcieri

A flower, so pure-
So innocently sweet,
Awakens the senses;
Quickens the heart's beat.

A deep blue sea
Stirs with passion-
My soul, my being
Drown in waves, crashing,

That by your spirit
Rise yet higher,
And in their embrace,
Serve to inspire

Angelic treasures:
Latent, but ever present;
Quiet, yet ever watchful
For your smile, so pleasant.

Of What Measure Chapter 3

More backlog. I'm swamped with finals. Hope you guys enjoy it

Welcome!

Hey guys! I hope everyone will join me in welcoming my good friend Jana aka irishais to our blog! She writes really fantastic stuff and I think you're all going to enjoy it!

I'd also like to welcome my friend Rachel! Her poetry is awesome and I'm looking forward to seeing more of her work!

- Kate

And also my friends Bethny and Andrew from Wagner, along with (hopefully) some more kids from the Wagner Creative Writing Society! Hooray more authors! Welcome one and all! -Richard

An Overview of the Yaddith by Ken

Hey guys. This is a bit of backround to those weird little snippets I posted early on. It give a little insight into Nycal's people and why he acts like such a dick. Enjoy!

A Losing Game - by Kate Z.

I feel like a delinquent poster, sorry guys. This is a small excerpt from a dystopian type story I've been mulling over for quite some time now. I thought it would make a better comic book than anything, but I think a big part of that was my lack of confidence in descriptive writing. And getting experience and building confidence is the point of this blog, so I thought I'd give it a shot. This particular scene is actually a flashback involving two of the main characters, and I think it stands well enough on its own without me having to explain that much about the actual story. I will say that the characters are rather young - the narrator is a 17 year old girl (at this time) - so there's some immaturity in the tone, and it's on purpose. Also, I'm totally not settled on the place names at this point, and I'd love to hear suggestions because the ones I've used are more like placeholders than anything. 

Of What Measure Chapter 2 by Ken

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Kingsport wasn’t like other cities, especially at this time of night. No one was quite sure how to explain it. The difference wasn’t in the tenements, where artists worked on their latest masterpieces before dropping from exhaustion an hour before dawn. It wasn’t the ocean, lapping at the shore just a stones throw away. And it wasn’t the fog, ever present even on the brightest day, and, so old timers said, brought dreams vivid and powerful. It was all these things.