.xXx.
You won't catch me if I fall;
and you don't have to
I'm used to
doing it myself.
Just let me get lost
in your eyes,
After so long
Under the surface.
.xXx.
Name: Yeah, what am I, stupid? Call me Speri.
Age: Old enough to wish I'd never grow up and young enough to want to.
Fav. Music Bands/Singers: OneRepublic, Paramore, Evanescence, Nightwish, AFI, Metallica, SIXX A.M., P!nk, Within Temptation, HIM, Jakalope, Nine Inch Nails, Velvet Acid Christ, Three Days Grace, Daughtry, Seal, The Rasmus
Fav. Authors/Poets: Edgar Allan Poe, Anne Rice, Garth Nix, Stephen King, Charles De Lint, Gregory Maguire, Tim Burton
Current F.M.A.T. (Favorite Movie of All Time): The Nightmare Before Christmas
Movie Runner-ups: Labyrinth, Sin City, The Crow, Dogma, & August Rush
Song: All Fall Down - OneRepublic
Genres: Anything ranging from urban fantasy to horror to romance mixed up, stirred gently, and blended together at room temperature or slightly below.
Hmmm, let's see. My favorite genres consist of horror, fantasy, mystery, sci-fi, and romance. I have a somewhat morbid interest (according to my best friend) in murder and the supernatural, but I honestly don't see the harm. The style of my writing and point of view often change from story to story, depending on the characters and plot. It can also depend on what story I'm reading before I write because I tend to mimic the state of writing. I strongly discourage anyone from looking at only one of my works and thinking that's the kind of thing you'll see all the time. I'm hysterically moody so don't think I won't broaden my horizon a little. I'm also exceptionally opinionated, so if you are one of those people that doesn't like others pointing out flaws and different views in and on your beliefs, then I suggest you not mention that around me.
Story Summaries
Mischievia: Just a general short story about a female character called Mischievia. Though I call and describe her as a cat she's very different from a regular feline - more like the cats in the poems T. S. Eliot wrote I think. I'll leave the meaning of the story to your interpretation, as that's the way I wanted it to be when I wrote it.
Halo (Prelude to Mirror Dreamcatcher): A short story written for Language class as a Halloween piece. Wasn't really intended to be anything major but the more I think about it and work through it, it will probably be the opening to a much larger, novel length story I'm working on at the moment. Bronwyn and her sister Allistair will still be present though it will take place a fair bit into the future and Bron will take a backseat role to her younger sister. Halo was written from her point of view mainly to set the overall mood of the piece and give an idea of what to expect - a set up really, a kind of explanation for things that happen later on in Mirror Dreamcatcher. She may or may not return in a story of her own as the girl still has a few unexplained skeletons in her closet but for now I'm not sure.
Halo itself is meant to introduce everyone to Goblintown, a small out port community where the balance between reality and fantasy is horribly off-kilter and Bronwyn’s life is changed when one side overrides the other.
A Fairy Tale Presentation: Done as a class project about different social groups, this story twists and tweaks around the general conventions of a fairy tale to match up with the interactions between people in everyday life (or at least mock both good-naturedly). Eight students of Presentation High Castle of different social standings are forced - through various means and transgressions - to spend an afternoon of child labour together in usual medieval setting. They’re hateful little fable-brats, not about to drop their respective expectations just because of a slight change of element. The princess wants her adoration, the wizard his respect, the maid her role as villainous scheming female lead; the court lady just wants some dang PEACE. The witch defies authority, the servant goes largely overlooked. The jester really just doesn’t give a damn.
Real life has decided to crack through the dreamy fantasy. Chaos ensues as each character insures to tear down the Happily Ever After of the other. And yet the one great question remains throughout – will the knight ever get his dragon?!
Divine and Demonic
Death Wish Paradox: This is the story of Nightingale, an angel yet not an angel, a Tainted One shunned by most of Heaven and unwilling to be accepted by Hell. With no other place for her she was the Angel of Death, the messenger and the enforcer, though ironically she had an affection and attachement to mortals and Earth. Before her life was mundane, lifeless, emotionless as possible in her detachement from everyone except a few certain people. Now she's got more on the line than just her life. She's got the lives of every soul on Earth, in Heaven and Hell. Because when she caught the attention of the Court of An, she opened the door for an evil bigger than the Devil himself. And as Nightingale gets herself deeper and deeper into the whole mess, adding one headache-inducing accomplice and evil minion after another, complications start popping up left and right. The temptation of the darker part of her nature, the thought of feelings, of romance, and her increasing attachement to others. And through it all, Night's really starting to hate irony.
Never and NowHere: Supernatural - Horror/Drama. Novel length. By daylight, New Borough is an average city, a little kingdom by the sea nestled between towering mountains and rolling field land. People go about their daily lives simply enough - working, relaxing, talking, living. All oblivious. But when the sun goes down there's a reason most Dayfolk are compelled to return to their homes or huddle together in tight corners, lingering by the bar doorways and sliding along the walls of their apartment alleyways. There's a reason few, if any, breach the barrier of the mountains to travel far beyond the plains. That nothing ever seems to be done about the weird, barely noticed vagabonds that litter the streets like garbage. It's because nothing has to be done; because at sunset, while most of the Dayfolk may not realize it, something subconsciously informs them: it's happening. When the sun falls down, the night crawls in and brings with it the Otherworld; a warped, twisted mirror of the daytime Newburrow (as the locals call it) that shivers with magic and illusion, a dark shadow that most normal people cannot see. This is the home of the homeless, the haven of the weird. And the meeting place of everything that goes bump in the night...
Welcome to Spook Country.
Binx Bones is one of these residents. Fortune teller, street overlady, and Outcast, a human who slips easily between the daylight city and the Otherworld. Like most Outcasts she keeps an eye on the night-time streets and those that walk through them. She watches the monsters, manipulates their ideas, acting as the line of defence against them and the unsuspecting Dayfolk. But at the same time she's not very far from being one of them, and the mute fixture of the Otherworld relies heavily on one of its own for help as well. 'Big Bad' Jazz Wolfgang, current Otherworld gangster and Don, may not be the most trustworthy ally but he's the best she's got. And the pair's 'business' relationship just might be put to the test, it being Samhain. After all, Halloween is the Otherworld Christmas, and there's no chance the creatures of Newburrow are going to sit idly by.
Coming Soon ~
The Man Upstairs: Supernatural - Spiritual/Drama. Short story.
Shakespearian Sonnet: Romance - Drama/Tragedy. One-shot collection.
The Old Crossroad Blues: Thriller - Horror/Romance. Short story collection. Based off the old 'deal with the devil' folktales and inspired by the legends of Niccolò Paganini and Robert Johnson. Included in it will be: West Street and Vine, a classic crossroads Devil bargain set amidst a modern day city and featuring a lost young woman out looking for trouble; Crossroad Blues, the story of a violinist who collects souls for the Devil in exchange for extraordinary musical talent and the guitar player who gives him a run for his money; George Street Pub, a prose rewrite of 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia' featuring a fiddle player from Newfoundland facing off against the Devil in a downtown bar; and Old Scritch-Scratch, a short story from the point of view of the Devil himself.
In Sheep's Clothing: Horror - Suspense/Romance. Short story collection.
Basket of Goodies: General - Fable/Mystery. Two-part short story. Comprised the stories A Red Umbrella and Crimson Nails.
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