The Broken Heart
The Broken Heart Why did you leave me alone? What did I do to deserve this loneliness? I waited nearly two years for you. We seemed happy together. Where did it fall apart? I was going to marry you. You were the only one I cared about in this stupid...
Snippet of a Snapped Slave
Today, i had a proper catharsis and managed to dig up a measure of prose in its remaining form: brief, smattered with theatrics, and completely out of context with the rest of the scene that apparently got trimmed, earmarked with a discarded note demanding
The Tale of Teàrlach Part 1
#1 of the tale of teàrlach it's been a long time since i've written prose, but i caught the writing bug after remembering my friend annamarie and rereading a story she wrote for me a long time ago. so here's part one.
Bringing Up All The Swine/Stripper Mouse/Surface
prose/poetry. lyrics in italic belong to nine inch nails: the downward spiral, written and produced by trent reznor, 1994, interscope/nothing records. i'm afraid to go outside.
Vulpine Predicament
I'm not a huge fan of meterless, rhymeless poetry (or "dense" prose). but sometimes you can develop a bit of a rhythm and just end up having fun with language.
Situs Inversus
I seem to be incapable of non-purple prose. sigh. this is why i mostly stick to visual art. i can at least pretend i have some idea what i'm doing.
Snob
Then jump onto her, severing one of her legs in the proses.
Read Harry Potter, the Aenid of our times: Srsly (4 real!)
This also applies to style - if you think hemmingway is it, write neat uncluttered prose all the time and never experiment with alternatives, that's all you'll be able to write. you need to branch out.
CatDance #28
It raises dance to the full equal of prose, lyric and music!" he answered, then turned to viarmo, "but do you really think you can convince the others of the idea?" the headmaster smiled. "oh, i think so.
Moonlight and Witchfire
My grammar checker had a fit, so that usually means i have prose :p not so must a story as an encounter between the witch pandora and one of the other residents of her glade. not really sure more "plot" is really needed.
Spelunking with Athrilla
The prose was so enveloping!" i was tickled, actually, by the mimic's devotion to my work. so, we set upon having such an excellent little discussion on the nature of the city and the vast riches that remain hidden deep within.
The Fifth Day
There were few benefits being dead. It was something Reynard learned on his fifth day being dead, and he hated each part of it. The fox stepped through the oak doors of the museum, before observing the statue of a wolf he wasn't familiar with. Part of...