Sunday..

I think that wandering around my room singing along to music is becoming a habit.. especially now that i don't have any coursework to occupy me until October! today has been the cure, Suzanne Vega, Regina Spektor and the Maccabees, it has been fun :P I think my neighbours must think I'm mad...

But anywho,


This is something i found from an old notepad, I think its quite pretty, if a bit sad, but reflects my mood a few years ago...

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Home isn't far,
I can see the houses.
Pastel shades fading and flickering in the breeze.

Not stopping today,
needed the detour to remind me it was there,
ever present, in an eventuality.

Purple foliage,
aged trees, well worn,
a mess of life conspiring to be beautiful.

Some poems written on a bus..

 These are pretty basic, but i quite like them, only edited slightly, as sometimes i feel that the mood of a poem can be ruined by over-editing..  

Excalibur

I see, I see

These awful shadows

company

An End, the dark

comes too fast,

free at last

Further further

Stuttered gasp

shaking her

The cast

holding in

Her sin, her last

Achilles

A lessened blow by hardened fist

around me, feelings, meaningless,

No effect from vicious pries

Yet heel that stings in sharp moonlight

Drowned almost, by mothers care,

Made stubborn, tough, always aware,

My instincts honed, with piercing blade

A child brought up to die, or fight

Sailed to war for fool kings pride,

Loyal men risking suicide

The face that launched a thousand ships,

brought death and woe, abyss.

Giftwrapped

I liked my chest,

it was a present.

Handed down through my family,

a thousand thousand years

(or so it seemed)

It never closed.

Yet hidden in shade,

and in the smallest corner,

that's where our hope arose

(glimmering in night)

"summer"

In inverted commas, because its not really? is it? or are we supposed to expect this level of beautiful weather? I got woken up first thing this morning by the lovely inability to breathe properly, and today hasn't really been productive since then. I'm not sure exactly where I want to be right now, or what I want to do, and really hate braincrushing days (they're annoying) so I thought i'd have a rant :D

 over now, don't worry

But anyway, as my course has now officially finished, and i've gotten into the Uni I wanted to go to, so i'm off to York to study English next year, which is mildly terrifying, despite being very exciting at the same time. I'm going to try and re-energise my blog a little bit, which means i have to sift through some of my old work and decide which bits I want to post, and also to attempt to create some new stuff and do some editing.

promise..

Well, as a medium for this, I like the idea, it gives me something to do, and I sorely need it right now. Finishing should be exciting, but i'm gonna miss everyone i've made friends with over the past year, and all my old friends as well! There's a certain degree of apprehension and hesitation that I can't quite put my finger on, like there's something missing. Now I have an idea what i'm going to be doing for the next three years (plus some, if i do a PGCE or a masters), I just need to find something to do over the summer to keep me occupied. After constant stress over the last 8 months or so, the lack of anything particularly urgent in my life is a bit weird.. no deadlines until october, no reading list yet, so i've got to actually make myself work on projects, short stories and poetry along with trying to brush up on my classics! Any suggestions for books to read will be muchly appreciated, although i've got a hell of a big reading list and pile of literature to get through myself!

I'm sure i'll figure it out, as soon as my brain stops being a bastard..

Much Love,

Henry xx

Aftermath (Short Story/Prose)

Okay, so I haven't posted anything in absolutely ages, and to be honest i've been a little rubbish! but this is a piece of work that was part of my English portfolio, having just handed in, i thought i'd post it on the t'interwebs :)

Much love, i'll try and get some more stuff up soon!
Lon
xx

Aftermath

I stumbled, almost fell, as I stepped forward into the frightening scene. My heart trembled as I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. Bodies, spread across seats, eyes shut tightly, tangled limbs everywhere. Remnants of last nights chaos scattered. Broken glass spread across the floor, instruments of disaster evident in the remains. Piercing rays shot through, blinding me. Life-giving sunlight, turned to torturous flame.

Josh, face contorted in some strange mad grin, lay in the centre of stained mosaic. Grasping glass in strange, victorious silence, its contents long since spilt. Movement as a sleek black shadow slunk toward me, brushing my leg with a rumble. The tiny panther shrugged, shirking over to the sleeping hero. Sparkling green eyes glared at me as the beast circled the fallen hero, a long blink of recognition as it made its rounds. A low growl, and the night climbed into my comrade's arms, settling down, as part of him.

Vague memories of another time, his flaming hair shaking as the deafening noise surrounds us. Bright lights and shaking bodies writhing in the moonlight. A boy, blonde and sleek, shouting warning. Two shrieking harpies, scratching and biting around him. Fright, as we are almost engulfed in the madness, separated from my friends again, as we are rudely shoved in different directions. Suddenly, another shout, all around us cleared with a brute strike. Guardian, Enforcer, Protector, there before they are ripped apart. One thrown away whilst the other wails. The boy, long gone whilst they struggled, leaving only destruction. Strange chemical stench remains, echo of their chaotic introduction.

Another brief shock wave, as a crash from above sent me spiralling. A mad rush to find the cause led to frantic scurrying upon dust covered stairs. Movement, shadow stalks beside me. Energised, ready for whatever may come, must have seen it all by now, tell myself . Faint noises from an upstairs room, I creep towards my fate. Door ajar, the curious shade strolls forward, pushing its way into the room. I follow, unknowing, into this strange new world.

A little respite, attempting to push through the crowds with small effect. There's never enough to go around, and when we've made it to the tap, its hard to keep our treasure safe from the horde. My efforts rewarded, I struggle back through the mess, to find my comrades with relief. Floodlights, as Guardian shouts threats, cajoling the crowd. We hide our small victories, running for shelter, evading the onrush of the masses. The shelter isn't far, and evading sirens and screaming, we run inside, is this our haven?

A sitting figure reclines against a window, smoke rising from a cigarette. Her puff of white hair and stained make-up reflect in the sun, ethereal in the shining light. Broken wired wings, sparkling dress, and bodies to either side of her, she plays nervously with the shadow. The window seat, a throne to her survivors majesty. She reclined lazily as she saw me, stretched, grinned and beckoned,

“Morning, darling, I have the most perfectly frightful head”

Bugger..

Lack of internet is rather getting on my nerves now, its really aggravating.. Although theres still certain aspects i *don't* miss :P i'm amazed how bored i am of facebook *gasp* but will still probably end up back there as soon as i'm back online :D

Right then, today has been rather awesome so far, although my printer has died a horrible death, which is quite sad *sob* but still.. tempted to go outside, read some Pratchett, and have a doze soon, so thought i'd attempt to add an excerpt from something i started a while back :D

From "Just for the hell of it"

  Kasanine was, like, bored. Like, totally, Bored, with a capital 'B'. She'd run through her team building exercises for the cycle, fleshed out some of her weaker drones, and gone through the punishment rota for the next three weeks work already. But really, she was rather disappointed, almost all of her minions had performed excellently, and she'd only gotten to incinerate two of them! Humph! One measly grunt, and a fallen angel with a tendency to drift. She'd have to work them harder tomorrow, can't have standards slipping, after all! 

 The Succubus thrust her exquisitely jeweled heels onto her diamond encrusted desk, kicking paperwork onto the floor as she did so, something about a reshuffle, that wouldn't affect her department anyway, she'd have a finance minion deal with it. Examining delicately manicured nails, she flicked a button on her desk, opening a screen near her. An apparition filled the screen, a demon with flames covering his body, skin covered in intricate tatoos, shining blonde hair, a rather sharp little goatee beard and very little in the way of clothing. "Brother!" Kasanine sulked "I find myself with nothing to do.. All my minions are performing disgustingly well, its just not Faaiir"

The demon on the screen grinned "Problems, sister? Its unlike you to be so eager to find more work"

"Kayan, dearest, i miss our playchamber, these mortals bore me.." Kasanine pressed another button, and a scream echoed from her offices "Oops, slipped! Why does the mistress make us play this silly game anyway, i almost miss the fire and brimstone days, at least then i could get a good drink"

"I'll have a look, see if i can find you a game to play, sister" Kayan reclined, the flames around him forming into a chaise longue "In the meantime, come see us soon, Ignatius missed you, and mother dearest is beside herself without you around"

"I shall, I shall," Kasanine leant to tap the button again "I can leave the office with the supervisors for a while"

Morning :)

Okay, Sunday mornings apparently don't work in my brain, just accidently printed off seventeen pages of research instead of one >_<

*facepalm*

But anywho, its not so warm today, so hopefully will be able to get something creative done, and suchlike and so forth.. I shall try my best to get something up today, then possibly go and jump around pretending to be a kangaroo for a bit..

much luff,

Lonface McThorpus

xxxxx