Cheeseburger
"What do you want?"
The bored, practiced question
Falls from the lips of a stranger
I'll never know.
What do I want?
A companion, I suppose.
To catch me, as I fall,
Hold me, when I mourn,
And let me go,
When I cry.
To laugh, I suppose.
To sing, to dance,
And to just be happy.
To wish, I suppose.
To be wistful,
And mysterious,
And vague.
What do I want?
"A cheeseburger, I suppose."
~Romona Cook (c)
Monday, September 13, 2010
Hello, Dearest Readers!
I didn't update much last week. My apologies. I've been pretty busy with school. (Oh, joyous learning! Not.) But, I promise I will update double this week, which is good news for those of you who actually read this blog. Bad news for those who hate me and my imagination.
So this week, I'm working on the complete first chapter of Rain, Book One: Imaginary. And I was thinking about posting little quotes from later chapters, to build the suspense of the story. Well, I've thought about it, so here is a quote from somewhere in the first Rain book:
' "What did she tell you? About the Knights?" The woman's wild black eyes danced at Christopher, mocking him with their knowledge.
He was suddenly uncomfortable in the old wooden chair, a strange emotion boiling under his skin, and he found that he couldn't move away from her dark stare. Whispering, he replied, "Tera said that they weren't important. That when you talked about them, it was just your insanity speaking. She said it was a story. Something you made up a long time ago."
Rosalyn's laughter was a weird sound. Like nails scratching their way down jingling bells. Her hands slammed forcefully on the table, causing her glass of wine to spill over. Rosalyn's eyes squeezed shut as she gasped for breath between her fits of chuckles, and Christopher was relieved that the black irises were no longer holding his gaze. He pushed away from the round table, fearful of the crazy woman before him.
But his fear turned into curiosity when Rosalyn suddenly stopped laughing and whispered back to him, "She lied." '
I hope that makes you want to read more! Stay posted, and keep on reading!
~Megumi Faith (c)
So this week, I'm working on the complete first chapter of Rain, Book One: Imaginary. And I was thinking about posting little quotes from later chapters, to build the suspense of the story. Well, I've thought about it, so here is a quote from somewhere in the first Rain book:
' "What did she tell you? About the Knights?" The woman's wild black eyes danced at Christopher, mocking him with their knowledge.
He was suddenly uncomfortable in the old wooden chair, a strange emotion boiling under his skin, and he found that he couldn't move away from her dark stare. Whispering, he replied, "Tera said that they weren't important. That when you talked about them, it was just your insanity speaking. She said it was a story. Something you made up a long time ago."
Rosalyn's laughter was a weird sound. Like nails scratching their way down jingling bells. Her hands slammed forcefully on the table, causing her glass of wine to spill over. Rosalyn's eyes squeezed shut as she gasped for breath between her fits of chuckles, and Christopher was relieved that the black irises were no longer holding his gaze. He pushed away from the round table, fearful of the crazy woman before him.
But his fear turned into curiosity when Rosalyn suddenly stopped laughing and whispered back to him, "She lied." '
I hope that makes you want to read more! Stay posted, and keep on reading!
~Megumi Faith (c)
Friday, September 3, 2010
Poem of the Week #2
The Crow
The crow rises into the air
The sky questions every move
His elegant move
His graceful groove
A world filled with imagination
Doesn't stop the crow from segregation
Careless as the crow
Keeps him free, free to go
Reality without restraint
Keeps him an artist without paint
His freedom gone
He's scared, bound, and barred
Life has lost its lust
To reliant on blind trust
With release the crow flies
But without trust he only dies
Danielle T. Collins (c)
The crow rises into the air
The sky questions every move
His elegant move
His graceful groove
A world filled with imagination
Doesn't stop the crow from segregation
Careless as the crow
Keeps him free, free to go
Reality without restraint
Keeps him an artist without paint
His freedom gone
He's scared, bound, and barred
Life has lost its lust
To reliant on blind trust
With release the crow flies
But without trust he only dies
Danielle T. Collins (c)
Thursday, September 2, 2010
RAIN, Book One: Imaginary, Excerpt from chapter one, Haunted
Christopher Sky sighed as he walked away from his house, leaving his mother bickering loudly on the porch.
“Honey, take the car for once!” Her chastising attitude haunted Christopher, and he never had a moment's peace. “Sweetheart, please, listen to reason! People will never respect you if you don't respect yourself!” Maryanne's shrill voice was insanely pathetic, “Just drive the car, Christopher!”
“Mary, leave the boy alone.” David's grumpy voice carried out from the house, “If he wants to walk, let him walk.”
“But, dear, he looks like a fool!”
Hazel eyes rolled solemnly as his parents' words faded into the sounds of birds chirping and waves crashing against Clever's shores. The white sidewalk was vacant as usual, and Christopher's quiet footsteps were alone on the roadside. His head, usually swarming with academic thoughts, seem strangely empty this morning. Flipping his hair from his eyes, Christopher decided that there was simply nothing to think about today. It was the beginning his senior year, and any other eighteen year-old student would be panicking on their last first day of high school.
With another sigh, Christopher decided that he just wasn't like the other students.
The thousands of other teens who, despite their set-in-stone futures, worried about their life after Clever Private School were just wining for the sake of wining. When their millionaire parents saw that their beloved children were uncertain about their lives, they'd buy them something to calm them down.
Christopher's parents would give anything for a child like that: Easily bought and predictable.
They loved him, he knew that much. But he was amazingly sure that they would love him more if he were like the other residents of Clever.
A navy blue convertible flew past him, speeding down the road. The gust of wind the car threw at him caused him to stumble to the side, and his heart skipped a beat when his shoulder slammed into something that had been standing right next to him.
The someone beside him nearly tripped when Christopher crashed into them, but as the convertible disappeared down the road, both were able to regain their balance.
Dreadfully embarrassed, Christopher's hazel eyes instantly searched the stranger for any injury. Gray tee-shirt wasn't blood-stained, like he'd feared. Their long, denim covered legs seemed fine, but one of their bare feet was underneath one of his boots. Quickly jumping away, Christopher held is hands up in apology.
“I am so sorry!”
His voice cracked when he saw the shocked expression on the woman's face. Did he step on her foot that hard? Her eyes—silver, as if she was blind—were wide, holding his gaze in a hypnotic way. Her mouth was slightly open, gasping under her slender nose. Childish was the best way to describe the girl, but there was something else. Another word, but Christopher couldn't think of it. Her long black hair was slightly out of place, the gush of wind leaving her white face flushed.
But, at the same time, not flushed. Christopher noticed that the woman looked like she had stepped out of an old episode of The Addams Family; she was completely colorless. Her cheek bones were slightly darker than the rest of her snow-white face; if not for her breathing, Christopher would think she was made of stone.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked, looking her over once again. Her bare foot seemed unbroken, thank God, and she didn't seem too startled by him nearly pushing her over.
Her gray eyes stayed locked on his hazel ones, but she didn't respond. She blinked once. Twice. And then turned, walking away in a rush.
(c) Megumi Faith
Author's Note
So, there you have it. Christopher Sky, everybody! And his insane parents, Maryanne and David. And, of course, a Shadow! Wondering why she seemed so shocked? Stay posted and find out!!!
~Megumi Faith
“Honey, take the car for once!” Her chastising attitude haunted Christopher, and he never had a moment's peace. “Sweetheart, please, listen to reason! People will never respect you if you don't respect yourself!” Maryanne's shrill voice was insanely pathetic, “Just drive the car, Christopher!”
“Mary, leave the boy alone.” David's grumpy voice carried out from the house, “If he wants to walk, let him walk.”
“But, dear, he looks like a fool!”
Hazel eyes rolled solemnly as his parents' words faded into the sounds of birds chirping and waves crashing against Clever's shores. The white sidewalk was vacant as usual, and Christopher's quiet footsteps were alone on the roadside. His head, usually swarming with academic thoughts, seem strangely empty this morning. Flipping his hair from his eyes, Christopher decided that there was simply nothing to think about today. It was the beginning his senior year, and any other eighteen year-old student would be panicking on their last first day of high school.
With another sigh, Christopher decided that he just wasn't like the other students.
The thousands of other teens who, despite their set-in-stone futures, worried about their life after Clever Private School were just wining for the sake of wining. When their millionaire parents saw that their beloved children were uncertain about their lives, they'd buy them something to calm them down.
Christopher's parents would give anything for a child like that: Easily bought and predictable.
They loved him, he knew that much. But he was amazingly sure that they would love him more if he were like the other residents of Clever.
A navy blue convertible flew past him, speeding down the road. The gust of wind the car threw at him caused him to stumble to the side, and his heart skipped a beat when his shoulder slammed into something that had been standing right next to him.
The someone beside him nearly tripped when Christopher crashed into them, but as the convertible disappeared down the road, both were able to regain their balance.
Dreadfully embarrassed, Christopher's hazel eyes instantly searched the stranger for any injury. Gray tee-shirt wasn't blood-stained, like he'd feared. Their long, denim covered legs seemed fine, but one of their bare feet was underneath one of his boots. Quickly jumping away, Christopher held is hands up in apology.
“I am so sorry!”
His voice cracked when he saw the shocked expression on the woman's face. Did he step on her foot that hard? Her eyes—silver, as if she was blind—were wide, holding his gaze in a hypnotic way. Her mouth was slightly open, gasping under her slender nose. Childish was the best way to describe the girl, but there was something else. Another word, but Christopher couldn't think of it. Her long black hair was slightly out of place, the gush of wind leaving her white face flushed.
But, at the same time, not flushed. Christopher noticed that the woman looked like she had stepped out of an old episode of The Addams Family; she was completely colorless. Her cheek bones were slightly darker than the rest of her snow-white face; if not for her breathing, Christopher would think she was made of stone.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked, looking her over once again. Her bare foot seemed unbroken, thank God, and she didn't seem too startled by him nearly pushing her over.
Her gray eyes stayed locked on his hazel ones, but she didn't respond. She blinked once. Twice. And then turned, walking away in a rush.
(c) Megumi Faith
Author's Note
So, there you have it. Christopher Sky, everybody! And his insane parents, Maryanne and David. And, of course, a Shadow! Wondering why she seemed so shocked? Stay posted and find out!!!
~Megumi Faith
Sunday, August 29, 2010
RAIN, Book One: Imaginary Summary
"For the actor in life
The mask is the key
No difference t'ween paint and reality"
~Laurisa Rabins
What would you do if the one person you loved most suddenly wanted you gone? Not dead, just...gone. They have to wish, with everything in them, for your nonexistence. When someone is forgotten it will rain for however long it takes for the 'Knights' to come and claim them. Once taken by the four Knights, the person forgotten becomes nothing. A Shadow. They are only the memory of a person who once was.
Terria 'Tera' Aule was left for dead by her parents when she was six years old. But when the Knights came to take her to their world, something went wrong. Instead of becoming a worthless silhouette to be left unchanging in a world of shadows, Tera aged and became as powerful as the Knights, catching the attention of used-to-be-Knight, Nicodemus.
Nicodemus, a powerful shadow with the ability to control minds if they allow him in, was banished from the Knights' castle after stating that he was going to kill off living souls. He believes that it is unfair for hated men and women to live happily amongst the living while he must sit in darkness awaiting his remembrance. And now, with the help of his 'puppet' army, he's fighting to get on the other side. The Real Side.
But he needs Tera on his side. Her incredible power is necessary for his victory, but she refuses, being only a scared child.
Nicodemus has been attacking the Knights and killing off people for eighteen years. By reaching out into their dreams, he's able to destroy them from the inside, out. The Knights are doing everything they can to stop him, but it's too risky. Even if for a second, just one single second, a Knight agrees or considers Nicodemus' plans, he will gain control.
Tera, now twenty-four, is done. She can't handle the stress, the temptation, of being a Shadow. So, while on the Real Side, she searches for her caster; the one living soul, any soul, whose light casts her shadow. If she can kill her caster, she'll be dead. Her search leads her to Clever, Florida, her home town, where she crosses paths with Floridian high school student, Christopher Sky.
Christopher is the most unimaginative guy in all of Clever. He never dreams. In fact, he very seldom sleeps. He's too busy thinking about his boring, rich-boy life. And when the strange silver-eyed Terria takes an intrest to him, his world is turned upside down.
And now, Christopher is on the run between worlds with a girl who doesn't exist, his family is falling appart, monsterous nightmares are stopping at nothing to kill him, and dreams he doesn't remember dreaming reappear everytime he closes his eyes. Not to mention that Christopher's insane neighbor Rosalyn seems to know a lot about him, his life, and Tera.
And, with the help of the Knights, Tera and Christopher are up against an army, and must chose between saving the living, and saving the forgotten.
(c) Megumi Faith
Author's Note
You know, everytime I write a summary for this story, it gets longer. Hmm.
Just in case you wanted the names of the four Knights:
Lyllith C. Fon, Dorathia Burnswell, Derrinm Ark, and Larson Art.
They are forgotten, too. Just more powerful than most Shadows because of their unique pasts. (They were all forgotten many, many, many, MANY years apart.) This book will be the first in a trilogy.
Rain, Book One: Imaginary
Rain, Book Two: Remembrance
Rain, Book Three: Fallen
Please comment!!!
~Megumi Faith
The mask is the key
No difference t'ween paint and reality"
~Laurisa Rabins
What would you do if the one person you loved most suddenly wanted you gone? Not dead, just...gone. They have to wish, with everything in them, for your nonexistence. When someone is forgotten it will rain for however long it takes for the 'Knights' to come and claim them. Once taken by the four Knights, the person forgotten becomes nothing. A Shadow. They are only the memory of a person who once was.
Terria 'Tera' Aule was left for dead by her parents when she was six years old. But when the Knights came to take her to their world, something went wrong. Instead of becoming a worthless silhouette to be left unchanging in a world of shadows, Tera aged and became as powerful as the Knights, catching the attention of used-to-be-Knight, Nicodemus.
Nicodemus, a powerful shadow with the ability to control minds if they allow him in, was banished from the Knights' castle after stating that he was going to kill off living souls. He believes that it is unfair for hated men and women to live happily amongst the living while he must sit in darkness awaiting his remembrance. And now, with the help of his 'puppet' army, he's fighting to get on the other side. The Real Side.
But he needs Tera on his side. Her incredible power is necessary for his victory, but she refuses, being only a scared child.
Nicodemus has been attacking the Knights and killing off people for eighteen years. By reaching out into their dreams, he's able to destroy them from the inside, out. The Knights are doing everything they can to stop him, but it's too risky. Even if for a second, just one single second, a Knight agrees or considers Nicodemus' plans, he will gain control.
Tera, now twenty-four, is done. She can't handle the stress, the temptation, of being a Shadow. So, while on the Real Side, she searches for her caster; the one living soul, any soul, whose light casts her shadow. If she can kill her caster, she'll be dead. Her search leads her to Clever, Florida, her home town, where she crosses paths with Floridian high school student, Christopher Sky.
Christopher is the most unimaginative guy in all of Clever. He never dreams. In fact, he very seldom sleeps. He's too busy thinking about his boring, rich-boy life. And when the strange silver-eyed Terria takes an intrest to him, his world is turned upside down.
And now, Christopher is on the run between worlds with a girl who doesn't exist, his family is falling appart, monsterous nightmares are stopping at nothing to kill him, and dreams he doesn't remember dreaming reappear everytime he closes his eyes. Not to mention that Christopher's insane neighbor Rosalyn seems to know a lot about him, his life, and Tera.
And, with the help of the Knights, Tera and Christopher are up against an army, and must chose between saving the living, and saving the forgotten.
(c) Megumi Faith
Author's Note
You know, everytime I write a summary for this story, it gets longer. Hmm.
Just in case you wanted the names of the four Knights:
Lyllith C. Fon, Dorathia Burnswell, Derrinm Ark, and Larson Art.
They are forgotten, too. Just more powerful than most Shadows because of their unique pasts. (They were all forgotten many, many, many, MANY years apart.) This book will be the first in a trilogy.
Rain, Book One: Imaginary
Rain, Book Two: Remembrance
Rain, Book Three: Fallen
Please comment!!!
~Megumi Faith
Explanation
Well, readers, I felt like when I posted my first few posts, I didn't explain enough. So, here goes...
Short Stories will be posted randomly, so don't hold your breath for them.
Chapter excerpts, such as the complete preface of RAIN, will be posted daily. But not always from the same novel, because I have a lot to post here.
The Poem of the Week will very seldomly be a poem of mine, seeing as I do not write much poetry. I like submissions from my friends; I only post non-published poetry. Rookie poems rock.
And, lastly, I felt like I should post some book summaries so you can know what to look for. So, I'll be posting many summaries in the next hour. Stay tuned!
~Megumi Faith
Short Stories will be posted randomly, so don't hold your breath for them.
Chapter excerpts, such as the complete preface of RAIN, will be posted daily. But not always from the same novel, because I have a lot to post here.
The Poem of the Week will very seldomly be a poem of mine, seeing as I do not write much poetry. I like submissions from my friends; I only post non-published poetry. Rookie poems rock.
And, lastly, I felt like I should post some book summaries so you can know what to look for. So, I'll be posting many summaries in the next hour. Stay tuned!
~Megumi Faith
Saturday, August 28, 2010
A Very Short Story
An odd sensation, she thought as she looked over at the window and the darkness behind it, what an odd sensation.
Her blankets moved with her as she turned her form to get a better look at the night sky beyond the glass. What was it about that plain, plain color that suddenly made her want to swim in it? She’d looked out her window a thousand times, night after night after night; why is it only now so intriguing? Her hands removed the covers and she got out of bed, standing as to get a better look at the sky that was, like her, bruised.
Little specks of gold, white, and silver randomly tried to shine the darkness away. The tiny stars, to no avail, tried to be more splendid than blackness around them. She wished that the stars would vanish so that the darkness could spread on farther and farther.
An odd sensation.
She loved to gaze at the stars.
She loved to gaze at the little white lights that wished to be as magnificent as the never-ending night.
But now she wanted the little stars to shy away from the black sky.
Her hand absentmindedly touched the cold glass that lay between her and the beauty that was outside. She wanted to get closer. She needed to get closer.
Turning away from the window—a feeling of emptiness engulfing her—she slowly opened her bedroom door and creeped down the hallway, heading for the front door. It was locked of course, so she slowly turned the deadbolt to the side and then click. Turning the gold-colored handle, she opened the door and felt the chill of the night fly under her skin.
Her bare feet, without hesitation, stepped onto the porch and down the three steps, not stopping until they came in contact with cold, grassy silence.
The bruises and burns on her limbs seemed to blend in with the blackness around her so much that it was like they were no longer there. The pain she felt, the sting of people hurting her was all gone. Only the coolness of the night hung onto her skin now.
Nothing else.
No emotions, it seemed.
Could darkness be an emotion? Could the warmth that came from the freezing night air be an emotion? Could the comfort of not being able to see what is in front of you, above you, behind you, around you, while knowing what surrounds you be an emotion? Could being able to raise your eyes and see the never-ending promise of night—a promise to stay the same for an eternity beyond forever—be an emotion?
The grass was damp under her feet as she continued to walk forward, toward the woods behind her house. Black trees and shadows that stood motionless in front of a sea of darkness seemed like the most beautiful thing in the world to her now.
But she stopped short of stepping into the thickness of the woods.
Her eyes crept towards the black grass beneath her. The plants used to be a lovely shade of green but now they stood there, wilting with lack of sunlight, and completely black. The mighty trees that once burned a golden brown surrounded by a cloud of greens and yellows were all completely black. An animal, perhaps a small rodent that may have had a shimmering tan coat of soft fur, now fashioned a black cloak that trailed behind him forever. The trees, the flowers, the grass, the life, were now all connected in utter and total darkness. Everything was the same shade, though the canvas on which it was painted was completely unique.
Another odd feeling poked her heart sharply; the shiver it created ran up her spine.
Guilt?
No, that’s not it.
Something more like triumph. Yes, that must be it.
She smiled and raised her hand, as if to catch some of the darkness in her palm and hold it like a fragile butterfly. She kept it there, feeling goosebumps raise on her arm, for a long time. Or maybe it was only a second. She wanted to catch some of the black that surrounded her. She wanted to look at it, touch it, to see just what it really was. She wanted to know what about it was suddenly so special.
No, not really.
She just wanted to be closer to it. She didn’t care at all what was causing the feeling. She cared about the feeling. In fact, it was almost less that that; she cared about feeling something.
All she’s felt all her life was pain, longing, and fear. But she never felt loss, for she never had anything to lose.
But now, as she noticed the smallest glimpse of orange on the horizon behind her, loss overwhelmed her.
It can’t be ending, she thought as she looked at the now pink line behind the hills and then back at her comforting darkness, it just can’t be ending.
(c) Megumi Faith
Author's Note
I wrote this at 2am one night while staring out my bedroom window, wondering who else might be looking and the night sky and why they might be doing so. And thus, this short story came to be. A little dark, I'll admit, but sometimes I feel just that: Dark. But there are also times when I feel the exact opposite, and it definitely outshines every other emotion. Including darkness.
~Megumi Faith
Her blankets moved with her as she turned her form to get a better look at the night sky beyond the glass. What was it about that plain, plain color that suddenly made her want to swim in it? She’d looked out her window a thousand times, night after night after night; why is it only now so intriguing? Her hands removed the covers and she got out of bed, standing as to get a better look at the sky that was, like her, bruised.
Little specks of gold, white, and silver randomly tried to shine the darkness away. The tiny stars, to no avail, tried to be more splendid than blackness around them. She wished that the stars would vanish so that the darkness could spread on farther and farther.
An odd sensation.
She loved to gaze at the stars.
She loved to gaze at the little white lights that wished to be as magnificent as the never-ending night.
But now she wanted the little stars to shy away from the black sky.
Her hand absentmindedly touched the cold glass that lay between her and the beauty that was outside. She wanted to get closer. She needed to get closer.
Turning away from the window—a feeling of emptiness engulfing her—she slowly opened her bedroom door and creeped down the hallway, heading for the front door. It was locked of course, so she slowly turned the deadbolt to the side and then click. Turning the gold-colored handle, she opened the door and felt the chill of the night fly under her skin.
Her bare feet, without hesitation, stepped onto the porch and down the three steps, not stopping until they came in contact with cold, grassy silence.
The bruises and burns on her limbs seemed to blend in with the blackness around her so much that it was like they were no longer there. The pain she felt, the sting of people hurting her was all gone. Only the coolness of the night hung onto her skin now.
Nothing else.
No emotions, it seemed.
Could darkness be an emotion? Could the warmth that came from the freezing night air be an emotion? Could the comfort of not being able to see what is in front of you, above you, behind you, around you, while knowing what surrounds you be an emotion? Could being able to raise your eyes and see the never-ending promise of night—a promise to stay the same for an eternity beyond forever—be an emotion?
The grass was damp under her feet as she continued to walk forward, toward the woods behind her house. Black trees and shadows that stood motionless in front of a sea of darkness seemed like the most beautiful thing in the world to her now.
But she stopped short of stepping into the thickness of the woods.
Her eyes crept towards the black grass beneath her. The plants used to be a lovely shade of green but now they stood there, wilting with lack of sunlight, and completely black. The mighty trees that once burned a golden brown surrounded by a cloud of greens and yellows were all completely black. An animal, perhaps a small rodent that may have had a shimmering tan coat of soft fur, now fashioned a black cloak that trailed behind him forever. The trees, the flowers, the grass, the life, were now all connected in utter and total darkness. Everything was the same shade, though the canvas on which it was painted was completely unique.
Another odd feeling poked her heart sharply; the shiver it created ran up her spine.
Guilt?
No, that’s not it.
Something more like triumph. Yes, that must be it.
She smiled and raised her hand, as if to catch some of the darkness in her palm and hold it like a fragile butterfly. She kept it there, feeling goosebumps raise on her arm, for a long time. Or maybe it was only a second. She wanted to catch some of the black that surrounded her. She wanted to look at it, touch it, to see just what it really was. She wanted to know what about it was suddenly so special.
No, not really.
She just wanted to be closer to it. She didn’t care at all what was causing the feeling. She cared about the feeling. In fact, it was almost less that that; she cared about feeling something.
All she’s felt all her life was pain, longing, and fear. But she never felt loss, for she never had anything to lose.
But now, as she noticed the smallest glimpse of orange on the horizon behind her, loss overwhelmed her.
It can’t be ending, she thought as she looked at the now pink line behind the hills and then back at her comforting darkness, it just can’t be ending.
(c) Megumi Faith
Author's Note
I wrote this at 2am one night while staring out my bedroom window, wondering who else might be looking and the night sky and why they might be doing so. And thus, this short story came to be. A little dark, I'll admit, but sometimes I feel just that: Dark. But there are also times when I feel the exact opposite, and it definitely outshines every other emotion. Including darkness.
~Megumi Faith
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