Peredhil

sneaks in to catch up on his reading, knowing he really doesn't have time but unable to resist. "Oh good job!" he whispers furtively

Oh! Well done. I liked this. Like Sal' said, effective use of repetition, 'specially since you pulled us in one side and then out the other. Since the Tuesday I'm having feels like a Monday which didn't end, I'm particularly pleased I made the time to read this. -P

depends on which way you're looking at it... From the point of view of photons, black is the absence of color, and white the mixture. From the point of view of paint, black is the combination of color (since it absorbs all wavelengths and reflects none) and white is the absence (since it reflects the wavelengths coming in). Isn't it neat when everyone is equally right but saying something different? I like the poem Arwen, it made me think. Hugs -P

Peredhil groans as the alarm goes off. Why had he stayed up until 3:30 playing Yu-Gi-Oh? Oh, house guests of course. Not Polite to rush them to bed on their last day of stay by being unwilling to play. And it was such a FUN game after all his avoidence all this time. Time. Oh! Nyyark. Stumbling out of bed, he made it to his door, where Crow stood waiting, cocking one eye, then the other at him. Yes? ... Oh, he did? ... Wonderful! Peredhil made a mental note to say thank you to Damon when next he saw him, and yet another to give Nyyark his presents whenever Nyyark woke up. The crowboy had still been awake when Peredhil had finally given way to Lethe's gentle charms. Guido, Nuncio. If Nyyark wakes before me, keep him occupied with something interesting until I wake back up. It's his 18th birthday after all. Utterly missing the sudden gleam in their eyes and quivering whiskers, Peredhil stumbled over to his bed and burrowed with a happy sigh back under his quilts... The giant guinea pigs looked at each other and their smiles threatened to spread to the point they'd dislodge their fedoras. Well... Youse heard da Boss...

nice...

Wuv.... Twue wuv... Is what bwings us togetha today...

Sometimes the strongest things are those unseen. It's dangerous to deny the power of that in which we believe without seeing, only perceiving its effects. Air. gravity. love. The power of the unseen.

One speaking with overflowing heart, the other with empty. One needing someone stable to which to cling, the other chafing at the restriction of being loved. In such a few lines, you've presented the pain of a lopsided relationship, where one feels and the other doesn't.

When I read this, I reflect that in my world view, my first thought is stopping with the initiator of the problem instead of deleting the victim. I guess in a life without a tangible hope, self-destruction might seem the only way out.

textures of silk and velvet the life that lives before dawn the memory of that dance lingers on and on and on...

oomph. I think I'll keep my thoughts to myself, and just say this one speaks of loss very very well.

This reminds me of when, as a child, I believed a parent's kiss on an owie could magically make everything better. It's sad to grow up, stilling needing magic, and lose that wonder. This is well written.

Heh, when I'm nervious, I babble. Sometimes it's good. Sometimes I listen in horror as I hear what is tumbling out of my mouth...

I like these haikus, They capture Myth very well. Varied shades of death...

Hmmm. I read this, and I'm reminded that just because people are young, their feelings may not be. I'm mindful of the lesson to parents set forth in Romeo and Juliet. There's a thin line between being protective and being confining.

I'd make 'fast' into 'quickly' in the first stanza, but that's me begin a grammarian. I like the image this gives me. When I read it, I see someone using love as a light to explore themself, and as a lighthouse of sorts. Striving for that light is so worthwhile, that even when as they fall, it's okay, because they carry that light with them. This is the kinda thing I might write if I had a Muse who was also a real person - but I'd never met her.

what an interesting study in contrast. Reminds me of reading Romans in the bible in a way - the "struggle between what I do, and what I think I should do" part.

Happy Birthday to our favorite Dragon. 15 is a great number - it's 3 times 5. neato neato.

I'm glad you warned me it was garbage. Cause I rather like it for its simplicity and the image of the temporal nature of things - blowing in on the wind, and blowing away just as easily.

Oh that's lovely! Welcome back after a long absence in a BIG way. Hugs

Reading this grips a person like a fist, and doesn't let go until the tension filled end. Regarding NoC's point, I'll quote my Mother, "after you've set out to write, discard the first paragraph. It's usually just clearing the pipes for the piece."

The following is a summary of Elwen's story thus far. If you get lost in this overview, all the details of this great reading may be found here in the Assembly Room. I tried to give this a Norse Edda chanting feeling. I hope you enjoy this Elwen. Peredhil Hear story of Lirya Moonflower, a starlit Elven bard, In Roselyn’s temple physical healing is found. Enchanted Harp she has won, a deed quite hard. Consider Lady Elwen, a nine-tail Kitsune thief Ancient fox spirit bound to Lirya’s prenatal being. Now these twinned spirits feel a common grief. She’s pining away, unreturned love; she’s torn apart. The lovely gray-bright eyes now dark have gone Life’s will dashed by demon-elf flight at offering of heart. Summoned Lirya’s body twin Aural telepathically feels her peril He’s torn seeing her weep hopeless tears of loss without sound. In haste he and his familiar Justeen begin seeking Damon Inferel. The maiden’s love is finally found- although he’s still on edge. For each time his memory or dream replays her word of love. He flees his feelings and hers, knowing he’s unworthy of her pledge. As Damon, Aural and Justeen make hasty return to Elwen’s side, Will they make it before Elwen and Lirya fade forever away Can half-demon overcome his fear of love and swallow his pride?

Happy birthday, beloved Elder/Ancient. the man that started me into public writing - whether you'll be praised or cursed for that remains to be seen. Mentor of more excellent writers than I care to count. Your Friend Always, Peredhil

What a talented piece on a difficult subject! I'm amazed at the responsibility you claim for Dawn and Sas though. Unless you were driving the car that killed Sas, you aren't responsible for her death. The fact that you dare to love someone doesn't cosmically kill them. There is a karmic fallacy there - that your love kills. While there is no current bottom to the pain that grips you, you still aren't God, to determine life or death by the mere fact of your striving to have a meaningful life. Sorry to be harsh, but that sort of thinking is hopeless and defeating. Having followed your posts, and listened to you in IRC, I think you have a great deal of potential to give to the world. Not that the world will appreciate you, but there it is. -Peredhil's two cents.

Very vivid image. I think that only someone who's been in an abusive relationship releases how hard it is to let go. It's so easy to say, "leave!" Hugs You have talent, you have the courage to post, and you have something to say. I look forward in complete confidence to watching you grow. -Ancient Ole Peredhil