There's this thing one of my peers is organizing -- free speech rant thing. And I kind of wanted a second opinion, before I send my soul off to someone who is very much IN MY LIFE, 5 OUT OF 7 DAYS A WEEK. On the actual publication, there will be psuedonyms, but I still don't want to sound like a stupid teenager, or it's not worth sending, IMO. I wrote two musings. Opinions would be great.

Title: Chokecherry
Author: </a></b></a>kissmepurple 
Genre: Angst/Drama
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Summary: My best friend died on the T-junction between Saskatoon and Persimmon. The boy I might have loved was driving the car.
A/N: I drew a lot of inspiration for the funeral scene from a song called, "Tangerine" by Led Zeppelin, so here's a link if you want to set the mood.
Thanks to everyone who has been reading so far, and been keeping up with this. I hope you all have been having a happy holiday, and I hope you have a fantastic New Year.

 

( Chapter 3 (2,154 words) )

Winter is your favorite time of year. You say it’s because everything’s clean. I say the only reason it’s clean is because everything is dead.

I hate winter, with its clear cut horizon, and biting air. Summer is alive, and dirty. The trees breathe, and the sunsets sing; which are a nirvana compared to the blunt dagger of winter days.

No one ever told you that I didn’t believe it when they told me that you were gone. That I stood outside your flat all night, waiting for you to come out. You never did. You left, without a goodbye. I was left with shivering, cold frostbite.

How was the coast? I hope you told the sun ‘hello’ for me. I hope you thought about the chances of having to crawl back here, a failure. I hope you thought about that when you left without as much as a simple, ‘good-bye’.

Don’t worry, I have pain to spare: memories of kissing in the snow, and tapping maple trees, and drinking champagne at sunrise. Everything reminds me of you in this never-ending hedge maze of a nightmare I can’t escape.   

I can’t believe you’re back. Or that your features seem to have become more jarring over time. Your black hair is short now, but no less contrasting to your pale skin. It’s not just the slim angles of your face, which are so jagged that it looks as if all your bones have been broken. It’s also that discordant dull lime color of your eyes.  

Do you remember that time we stayed up all night reading E.E. Cummings, and drinking red wine? I can. I can see the flames flickering light of your face, as you laughed drunkenly at my slurred reading of poetry.

Everything you do frightens me. You’re spontaneous and strong, and every so often, there’s a hard, ingenious glint in your eye. I know that muscles live beneath your pallor, and you could kill me, be it by breaking my heart, or breaking my neck.

Still, it’s your touch I crave.

You once compared people to snowflakes. This is probably the only thing I agree with you on. Each of us is unique, our identities found only in the holes other people have carved out of us.

 

(Inspired by the beautiful “Winter’s Passing” video, as well as the gorgeous Sigor Rós song, from which the title is taken. “Samskeyti” is an Icelandic word, which can mean, “boundary”, “interface”, “joint” ,“junction”, or “seam”,)

Title: Chokecherry
Author: kissmepurple 
Genre: Angst/Drama
Rating: PG-13
Summary: My best friend died on the T-junction between Saskatoon and Persimmon. The boy I might have loved was driving the car.
A/N: I just wanted to thank everyone for all the positive and constructive feedback so far. It's one of the main reasons that I chose to continue this one.

 

( Chapter 2 (1,116 words) )

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Title: Chokecherry
Author: kissmepurple 
Genre: Angst/Drama
Rating: PG-13
Summary: My best friend died on the T-junction between Saskatoon and Persimmon. The boy I might have loved was driving the car.</lj>

 

 

( Chapter 1 (950 word) )
Chapter 2 (1,116 words)

 

 

Title: Zoran
Author: kissmepurple 
Genre: Fantasy
Rating: PG
Summary: The rebels calling themselves, Chandra, are leaving a trail of innocent blood as they travel nearer to the east. The King Anatolius Katatarre of Zoran wants to place the blame with the Kingdom of Dysis. The royal families meet for a negotiation. Even with a war at stake, and certain members of Zoran's noble bloodline find them selves putting their hearts in the hand of the enemy. What will happen when the lines of good and bad start to blur?

Chapter 1 (word count - 990)
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