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Basically, I am an aspiring writer, working on my crazy-complicated fantasy story, which, if published, will probably end up being around seven volumes long...Basically different characters' points of view and all the lovely depressing situations. What can I say, the more tragic something is the more it appeals to me or sticks in my mind. I guess I'm just sick that way...I will be posting little segments that I have written that will eventually make it to my book, and any feedback would be greatly respected. Most of it is really quite rough, and if it seems unfinished, IS. I am incredibly anal about what I write, and so far none of it is to my standards, so it may take an extremely long time for me to have been warned!! Thank you for taking the time to travel my worlds with me!

p.s: "you ugly, ugly man, I love you" has been re-posted; how long it will take for the new one to show up, I don't know, but if you've already read that story and noticed some odd editing problems, come check back in, because the new one has been corrected using better editing. Thanks!

Hmm...something interesting to say. Umm...GREANBEAN CASSEROLE COMES FROM GOD! erm...ok, maybe not...quotes. Quotes are good...

"We are here to laugh at the odds and live so well that death will tremble to take us"

- Charles Bukowski

"Love is not love which alters where it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to is an ever-fixéd mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken"

-Shakespeare, Sonnet116

"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever get boring"

-Chuck Palahniuk, "Invisible Monsters"

"...I have administrative bones to pick with God...I'll say God seems to havea kind of laid back management style I'm not crazy about. I'm pretty much anti-death. God looks by all accounts to be pro-death. I'm not seeing how we can get together on this issue, he and I..."

-David Forrest Wallace, "The Infinate Jest"

"They say that 'guns don't kill people, people kill people.' Well I think the gun helps. If you just stood there and yelled 'BANG', I don't think you'd kill too many people."

-Eddie Lizzard, Dressed to Kill

"Thank Heaven! the crisis--the danger, is past, and the lingering illness, is over at last--, and the fever called "living" is over at last."

-Edgar Allan Poe

"". . . I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free. Mankind will surely not deny...what it concedes to the butterflies."
CharlesDickens,Bleak House

"A child!" said Edith, looking at her. "When was I a child? What childhood did you ever leave to me? I was a woman - artful, designing, mercenary, laying snares for men - before I knew myself, or you, or even understood the base and wretched aim of every new display I learnt. You gave birth to a woman. Look upon her. She is in her pride tonight."
Charles Dickens,Dombey and Son

best for last:

"Don't panic"

-Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

A beautiful story from one of the world's greatest authors, CharlesDickens.Based on his own sister


There were once a child, and he strolled about a good deal, and thought of a number of things. He
had a sister, who was a child too, and his constant companion. These two used to wonder all day
long. They wondered at the beauty of the flowers; they wondered at the height and blueness of the
sky; they wondered at the depth of the bright water; they wondered at the goodness and the power
of God who made the lovely world.
They used to say one another, sometimes, Supposing all the children upon earth were to die,
would the flowers, and the water, and the sky be sorry? They believed they would be sorry. For,
said they, the buds are the children of the flowers, and the little playful streams that gambol down the
hill-sides are the children of the water; and the smallest bright specks playing at hide and seek in the
sky all night, must surely be the children of the stars; and they would all be grieved to see their
playmates, the children of men, no more.
There was one clear shining star used to come out in the sky before the rest, near the church
spire, above the graves. It was larger and beautiful, they thought, than all the others, and every night
they watched for it, standing hand in hand at a window. Whoever saw it first cried out, "I see the
star!" And often they cried out both together, knowing so well when it would rise, and where. So
they grew to be such friends with it, that, before lying down in their beds, they always looked out
once again, to bid it good night; and when they were turning round to sleep, they used to say, "God
bless the star!"
But while she was still very young, oh very very young, the sister drooped, and came so
weak that she could no longer stand in the window at night; and then the child looked sadly out by
himself, and when he saw the star turned round and said to the patient pale face on the bed,"I see the
star!" and then a smile would come upon the face, and a little weak voice used to say, "God bless my
brother and the star!"
And so the time came all too soon! when the child looked out alone, and when there were no
face on the bed; and when there were a little grave among the graves, not there before; and when the
star made long rays down towards him, as he saw it through his tears.
Now, these rays were so bright, and they seemed to make such a shining way from earth to
Heaven, that when the child went to his solitary bed, he dreamed about the star; and dreamed that,
lying where he was, he saw a train of people taken up that sparkling road by the angels. And the
star, opening, showed him a great world of light, where many more such angels waited to receive
All these angels who were waiting, turned their beaming eyes upon the people who were
carried up into the star; and some came out from the long rows in which they stood; and fell upon
the people´s necks, and kissed them tenderly, and went away with them down avenues of light, and
were so happy in their company, that lying in his bed he wept for joy.
But there were many angels who did not go with them, and among them one he knew. The
patient face that once had lain upon the bed was glorified and radiant, but his heart found out his
sister among all the host.
His sister´s angel lingered near the entrance of the star, and said to the leader among those
who had brought the people thither:
"Is my brother come?"
And he said "No."
She was turning hopefully away, when the child stretched out his arms, and cried, "O, sister,
I am here! Take me!" and she turned her beaming eyes upon him, and it was night; and the star was
shining into the room, making long rays down towards him as he saw it through his tears.
From that hour forth, the child looked out upon the star as on home he was to go to, when
his time should come; and he thought that he did not belong to the earth alone, but to the star too,
because of his sister´s angel gone before.
There was a baby born to be a brother to the child; and while he was so little that he never
yet has spoken word, he stretched his tiny form out on his bed, and died.
Again the child dreamed of the open star, and of the company of angels, and the train of people,
and the rows of angels with their beaming eyes all turned upon the people´s faces.
Said his sister´s angel to the leader:
"Is my brother come?"
And he said "Not that one, but another."
As the child helded his brother´s angel in her arms, he cried:
"O, sister, I am here! Take me!" And she turned and smiled upon him, and the star was

He grew to a young man, and was busy at his books when an old servant came to him and said:
"Thy mother is no more. I bring her blessing on her darling son!"
Again at night he saw the star, and all that former company. Said his sister´s angel to the leader:
"Is my brother come?"
And he said, "Thy mother!"
A mighty cry of joy went forth through all the star, because the mother was re-united to her two
children. And he stretched out his arms and cried, "O, mother, sister and brother, I am here! Take
And they answered him: "Not yet," and the star was shining.

He grew to be a man, whose hair was turning grey, and he was sitting in his chair by the
fireside, heavy with grief, and with his face bedewed with tears, when the star opened once again.
Said his sister´s angel to the leader:
"Is my brother come?"
And he said, "Nay, but his maiden daughter."
And the man who had been the child saw his daughter, newly lost to him, a celestial creature among
those three, and he said, "My daughter´s head is on my sister´s bosom, and her arms around my
mother´s neck, and at her feet there is a baby of old time, and I can bear the parting from her, God
be praised!"
And the star was shining.
Thus the child came to an old man, and his once smooth face was wrinckled, and his steps were
slow and feeble, and his back was bent. And one night as he lay upon his bed, his children standing
round, he cried, as he had cried so long ago:
"I see the star!"
They whispered one another, "He is dying."
And he said, "I am. My age is falling from me like a garment, and I move towards the star as a
child. And O, my Father, now I thank thee that it has so often opened, to receive those dear ones
who await me!"

And the star was shining; and it shines upon his grave.

There And Back Again reviews
research paper - thesis: Tolkien's creation of the fantasy genre
Fiction: Essay - Rated: K - English - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3,056 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 6/8/2005