Random Thoughts in a semi-poetic form
It's another winter, if you can call it that here. Balmy seventy-degree weather, cool breezes. So then why do I feel so cold inside? I could die today. Would you care? Would anyone? Sure, my funeral would have throngs in attendance. I...
The Warning
It is unedited, and i'm leaving it that way. i could improve or polish it up, but i realized that would defeat the point. this is supposed to be a message written in haste.
Remember (A Short Poem)
Just a short poem i wrote yesterday, i wanted to upload the raw, unedited cut as anything else would lose emotion. remember when we apologised more than we kissed? when your arms were my final cradle, my deathbed?
Cross between two worlds chapter 2 WIP
This is unedited and the material is subject to change. the font is not normal for writing stories and the reason being that my computer is in the shop at the moment.
The Performance
This is the rough, unedited result of that inspiration. the only thing he could concentrate on was the thumping of his heart beat, the horrible, fluttering, sinking feeling in his stomach.
Waking Nightmare
This is very rough, raw and unedited. let me know what you think. --- story (c) amethyst mare (arian mabe) **waking nightmare** _written by amethyst mare (arian mabe)_ _ _ did you miss me, dearest?
One last chance
One of the very first stories i wrote near a decade ago. unedited **one last chance** i'm the last. me and this last nest of over two hundred eggs. it all began two years ago.
Two Freinds [The Lost Chapter]
Since it didn't make the final cut i wanted it to see the light of day... unedited for you all to see.** **so without further a due i bring you, two friends [the lost chapter]** \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\
Foraging For New Beginnings
It is unedited, so very much a rough draft. i don't tend to edit my writing prompts. "let's forage new beginnings", 1000 words at least.
Bursting Bubbles
I just had to get it out, somehow, even if this is rough and unedited. **bursting bubbles** ** ** life begins as a blank playing board with no squares, no dice and certainly characters to speak of. bar yourself, course. you take centre stage.
Scent Exorsist
Ps: writing as my mind sees fit, unedited. i wonder how it will trun out.
Making Tracks (full version)
And here's the unedited, rough draft version of the story i had written. at about 1,200 it was definitely too long for the contest, so i had to pare it down a bit. editing is hard! i still kind like this one better...