The shadows are stirring in Latens. Whispers fill the streets in the city of Converge that something ancient is returning to their world, known only as the Black Sun. But magick is all but forgotten by humans. The Council decides to awaken prisoners that they have kept secret for 2000 years, in the hope that they may be able to prevent the coming Dawn.

Now a series of disorganised one-shots involving the characters.

I know I shouldn't blame my problems on an imaginary character, but you really can't help who you fall in love with. Curse you, you diapered, little, man!

Reminds me of you?

Wrote this for a poetry writing competition where the categories were Sonnets, Villanelle, Sestinas and Stanzaic Verse. My professor stated that Haikus were not allowed. This annoyed me a little so I submitted this as a Stanzaic Verse and won first place

This is a place to stash my collection of songs. Read, leave a review, I'll probably return the favor. Hope you enjoy them.

Princess Rosetta has grown up being the obedient child or the perfect princess. Now she is to be married and must make a choice between two fine men.

This is a heartfelt written song for people with broken hearts

I know two girls, one is beautiful, one is not.

I always was a dreamer.

A curious dot on a boy's hand pushes him further to the truth of who he is.

"Society is a masked ball, where every one hides his real character, and reveals it by hiding" Ralph Waldo Emerson

eyelashes like chandelier lights / Pretentiously framed.

"You and I, we are the only ones left who could drink moonlight. I wish you wouldn't." Oneshot, not your usual love triangle. Tragedy. Warning for sexuality and character death.

I write who I truly am. I don't pretend when there's no one around to see. So if you're scared, you're scared of the true me. Welcome, there's a club apparently. They have jackets.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.-Robert Frost.

Hey, I'm not greedy. I'm just bad.

Life is complicated. This is the story of two girls and me. Two and a half years I was with them every day. Then they just started... drifting away.

Tick, tick, tick

Life seems so complex.

A random poem, yet something I won't easily forget. Please review. Not sure of genre. First poem on FP.

All wrapped in bandages of silk and lace

More drops of rain, a clash of will And now the sky is standing still

I'm not as sure I can help change the world anymore.

A girl named Ivy is approaching the age of 16 years. The people that adopted her has just passed away. She is led away to another school by the government and there, she learns of her true nature. Understand that I'm not good with summaries.

He’s HOT, RICH and super SEXY. Josh Mitchells is the epitome of perfection. Girls worship him and guys envy his popularity. The only problem: he’s my next door neighbor. CHAPTER 9 UP!

I look to the limitless skies And I see a dome placed over my head

We write to express ourselves. I've not written in a while, and when I came back and looked over my 100 odd haikus, I felt a sense of nostalgia. A bit of me is in every piece.

Your last breath, your first gulp.

I was told to turn the question "How is depression like the surf?" into a story. This is what I wrote.

About writing poetry with my red pen.

A yellow balloon carried the dream up to the skies. Truth.

... You will have to read and see... I can not put anything here for fear of giving away this poem

I wrote it only a couple hours ago, so fresh off the press.

Written: 11th of October 2010. 21 is such a fun game to play. :

A number of prompt challenges, taken from uncompleted sentences I see lying around, as well as random moments of inspiration. This contains both one/two-shots and poems.

Title doesn't make sense...However this is in a way a continuation of "Restless". Please Read and Review. I return reviews as fast as I can reach my mailbox.

All of you who turn up the volume way to high for it to be healthy read this please. Trust me this will tell you a couple things you will miss. R&R I return reviews!

My heart was taken And my will was broke With each and every word you spoke

Once a young princess is cast out of her palace, she disappears from history. Or does she? A journey of a girl trying to find her way through life without tripping over her own two feet. Will someone be able to catch her if she falls?

Shatter it into such tiny pieces That the crystals get lost In these bleeding cuts

Somthing for memorial day. Semper Fie

Only kind people let themselves be used.

I'm usually a logical person when it comes to love. That is, I steer clear of it. Unfortunately, Cupid had to hit me with his bright red arrow and make me fall in love with a person I never had a chance with. Yep, Cupid hates me.

I am so sick of starstruck vampire groupies writing countless tales based on 'fluffy' vampires conjured by the twilight series. This haiku is for the discerning.

A haiku summary of many fairy tales/fables/folk lore. Some done in complete utter seriousness, some done in complete utter silliness. Will be slowly adding more.

The way the world truly exists.

A boy meets a girl, a girl meets a boy and together they go on a journey of passing secrets.

Well, they didn't have a death category.

Memory Of Luna.

plz read....its a very small poem will hardly take a min...thanks

Read, Won't You?

Can you hear my cries, the streaks so evident?

A poem in memory of a friend of mine who helped me when I needed it most.

now it can be free.

Two strangers meet on a bridge on Christmas eve. Winner of the October WCC.

i breathe, remembering what i was yesterday.

Caution: This isn't for you.

Just a single drop can speak a thousand words... Review if you like!

Written in short, intriguing, and totally awesome (in a totally nonsensical sense) battle scenes. For those of you who have clinically-serious attention span issues. And enjoy reading about whack-jobs that simply refuse to wield/use staves, despite being (technically) classified as horrible spell-casters in general, with or without said stave(s). Rated T for aforementioned reasons.

I created a masterpiece, so intricately beautiful, and at the same time, horrifying. Written for my English class.

If you asked Rachel about trust, she'd say it's difficult, being outcasted at home and school. If you asked Jay, he'd give you that sexy Gothic smirk and say it isn't worth it. So why did he have to walk out of her bathroom and change everything? CH 12 UP

Swiftly, Kadin crushed the eyeball within his palm. Written for my English class.

"You are my best friend Kristy V’ Jeakio. That is why I must kill you. Rather, save you."

"I was in such a hysteric state I couldn’t think straight, my mind was muddled with dark and light thoughts, black and white thoughts, wrong and right thoughts. I could only see grey and so my judgment was blurred."