[Pain]

Get your shovel out then and start digging:)

[Darkness]

:lol: "Here's one I wrote waaaaayyyyy back when. It's not 'dark' but I think you'll like it anyway." ;-)

"Reality, Resanity, Recycled"
'By Darkness'

"Reality and insanity, where is the balance of trust?
In reality, you understand insanity,
And through insanity, you learn to appreciate reality.
So where is the danger of surviving in both?
Reality you need, insanity is a pleasure.
Reality is survival and insanity makes it bearable.
So both can aid to life.
Where would this world be,
Without imagination, fantasies and dreams of rainbows.
Where would we be if everyone said,
"That's crazy!", instead of, "That's possible!"
To the ideas of time?
Where would we be if there was no imagination,
To release a smile?
Nor fantasies to build dreams on?
So, hello mind, let's talk awhile.
Let's see what dreams we can pull from the cobwebs,
And build into a reality."

[Pain]

Well, it's done my head that's for sure:lol:

Doesn't mean i didn't like it though

[Nemesis]

Keep up the good work.

[Darkness]

"Pain and Nemesis, I got a question for you two. I know your both into horror and stuff like that. We all are, or we wouldn't be here. But are you also into stuff like Weird Abduction Tales, Dark Fairy Tales and Odd Dream Stories?"

[Pain]

Personally, i like anything that is a couple of steps removed from the mainstream.

[Darkness]

:lol: "Everything I write is 'a couple of steps removed from the mainstream'." :lol:

[Pain]

That's good then:lol:

[Darkness]

"Okay. here's one of my favorites."

"Ode To A Rolling Stone"
'By Darkness'

I've been to the graveyard, dancing with 'The Dead'.
I've sat with 'The Revival' by the 'Green River' bed.
I've gazed, with the elves, at the 'Moody Blue' moon.
I've even tripped with 'Pearl' on a 'Summer' afternoon.

I've sang with a 'Lovechild', in the shadow of 'The Kiss'.
I've writhed to watch 'Jim' sing of the 'Kingsnake' hiss.
I've camped at the crossroads with 'Alice' and the band.
I've shared a walk with 'John' across this great green land

I've found a 'Missing Person' while 'Walking in L.A.'
I've watched the tides roll by, 'On a Dock by the Bay'.
I've had a puff with 'Marley' to a rastafarian beat
I've partyed with the 'Beach Boys' in the 'California Heat'.

I've hid out with 'Sting' from the 'Shadows in the Rain'.
I've wandered lost with 'Jimi', in a 'Purple Haze' brain.
I've shared a toast with 'Pat', to 'The Shadows of the Night'.
I've rode the 'Train to Bankock', on the 'Rush' to morning light.


I've searched for my soul but no matter where I roam,
I will always be the proudest to be a 'Rolling Stone'.


I've dined on 'The Dreaming Bush' with 'Kate' at my side.
I've flown with a 'Wolf' on a 'Magic Carpet Ride'.
I've 'Escaped' on a 'Journey' to find the magic code.
I've strolled along with 'Elton' down a 'Yellow Brick Road'.

I've hungout with 'Lars' to watch 'The Sandman' play.
I've cried a tear with 'Billy' on a 'White Wedding' day.
I've shared a glass of 'Cracklin' Rosie' with 'Neil', by the sea.
I've prayed with 'The Beatles' for the world to 'Let It Be'.

I've laughed as the 'Moonshadows' tickled 'Steven's' hair.
I've skipped with 'Art and Paul' through a 'Scarborough Fair'.
I've stood with 'Stevie' by the fence where 'Rumours' freely fly.
I've stared into a 'Deep purple' firefilled sky.

I've scaled the 'Depts of Mordrid' and fought beside 'Sir Page'.
I've sipped on magic tea with 'Uriah' and the 'Mage'.
I've bought a drink for 'Puckette' and his friend 'The Mighty Quinn'.
I've heard it said the 'Pet Shop Boys' still think that 'It's a Sin'.


Looking through the sunlit glens, down the winding trails,
Or in the dark, wandering, through the rain-filled gales,
I've searched for my soul, but no matter where I roam,
I will always be the proudest to be a 'Rolling Stone'.

[Pain]

A great ode to classic music past. However, as my name is Jude i'll always be a Beatles man:evil:

[Darkness]

"A Tale Of Two Kings"
'By Darkness'

"High upon a jagged cliff, a castle stands alone. An ancient realm, where two Kings rule this legacy of stone. So long ago a quarrel raged, where Kinsmen fought within, so here I’ll start my nightly tale of two ennobled men.

Once, a Lady's beauty caused their manly hearts to purr. Because of pride they came to blows. Though brothers they still were they found themselves divided, and unable to decide, just how to claim her hand and choose to which she would be bride. Many nights they sat in thought, their consequences weighing. One performed live sacrifice. The other bowed for praying. The dark haired one, whose name was Giles, had wedlock on his mind, and Nigel, with fine locks of gold, had honor, of a kind.


The dark one told his brother, "For this prize I'll surely fight!! And all the powers in the world will NEVER stop my might!!"

Said Nigel, "Your not worthy of this fair, devoted child!! She would wilt to feel your touch!! Your breath would drive her wild!!"

"Then you accept my challenge and we duel at break of day!!"

Nodding, Nigel took the glove, then slowly walked away.

Laughing, then, Giles spurred his horse, and rode back to their home. While Nigel strolled along the beach, and watched the waves white foam. The sun soon slipped behind the sea, and vanished from their sight. A waxed moon rose to follow it, and cast its mocking light. The winds blew icy cold around their lonely castle keep. There, Nigel sat by fireside, too much disturbed to sleep. Tomorrow he must war against this man who twins his face. Again he prayed, and asked the Gods to grant him strength, and grace. He laid upon his bed of furs, and closed his eyes to rest, while room away his brother asked the Gods to 'do their best'. Their polished armor awaited, by the kingpost of the stairs. On morning they awoke to dress with gifted pride, and care. With swords and shields in hand, they walked together down the hall, and rode out to the field, 'to stand in honor or to fall'.

They stood in silence, eye to eye. She sat among the trees.

"The contest must begin!!" Giles cried, "And damn be him who flees!!!!"

Metal clashed with metal, muscles ached with strain. Below the shield, on Nigel's arm, there grew a bloody stain. Time pushed into hours. Nigel still defended well. But by midnight all his strength was drained, and so the fair one fell. Giles would have struck the final blow, but for his boastful pride, he yearned to flaunt his victory, with Leila by his side.

Yet when he turned, to take her hand, she said with much disdain, "I so abhor your violent side for nothing does it gain."

Said Giles, "Why wait 'til now to voice your thoughts about this task?"

"I would have told you sooner had you bothered but to ask. But now the seed is planted, Sire, so reap your bitter fruit. Some day this may become a song, for some young minstrel’s flute."

With that she turned, and whisked away, and left Giles looking pale. So the two, their lesson learned, limped off to drink some ale. Of course there is a moral, friend, so if ever this game you play, be sure the value of your prize is worth the Piper’s Pay."

[Darkness]

"The Vortex"
'By Darkness'

We are the Vortex, the gifted,
The child they didn't want.
We are the question, we are the answer,
We are the 'stoned'.
We are the garden, the flower,
The weed they could not crush.
We are the ages, we are the future,
We are the 'stoned'.
We are the center, the daughter,
The christ that would not die.
We are the mammal, we are the angel,
We are the 'stoned'.
We are the worshiped, the sainted,
The rivers of paradise.
We are the twisted, we are the aimless,
We are the 'stoned'.
We are the sunset, the moon rise,
The light they cannot see.
We are the nightmare, we are the daydream,
We are the 'stoned'.
We are the witness, the victum,
The crime they won't admit.
We are the picture, we are the camera,
We are the 'stoned'.
We are the singer, the actor,
The play they never cast.
We are the thunder, we are the silence,
We are the 'stoned'.
We are the hunter, the arrow,
The shadow that hides the thief.
We are the reaper and we are the planter,
For we are the 'stoned'."

[Pain]

Any joy finding a magazine/book to try and get some of your writing published in?

[Darkness]

:roll: "Awwww, I'm no good at that kind of stuff. I never know what to say to those guys. And I'm always afraid I'm gonna run into a shark, and get everything ripped off." :oops:

:-( "I could use an agent, but they cost money, and I'm just another wandering random starving artist. We're everywhere." :-|

[Pain]

I'm sure there are decent people out there

[Darkness]

;-) By the way, I started a new short story just for you, Pain." ;-)

[Pain]

Bloody hell! Should i be scared:scare:

[Darkness]

:evil: :evil: :evil: :evil:

[Pain]

I'll run and hide now:lol:

[Darkness]

"While your waiting, (running?) here's another short one for you....."

"The Herbal Goddess"
'By Darkness'

Gentle 'Lady Of Eden', you hypnotize the masses that dare to venture into your aquiesant jungles. Beneath the magic of the full moon, as your many slender fingers breath in the cool night's air, you shine with herbal charm. The sparkle of the twilight stars dance across your dress of dusted crystals. The incoming morning lays down a soft blanket, of moist dew, causing your rich green gown to glisten. The first fiery rays of Sol reach out to roll back the fog. Then, one by one, your beautiful red hair captures the warmth of his energy. Releasing a sweet aphrodisiac aroma, as you bask in the tropical sunrise of Paradise. Many stand, untrustingly, at your gates. Let us send forth a 'Siren's Song' to soothe the beast that binds them from your eternal, cleansing, light. Oh, Deity of Love and Nature, let us drink of the healing fluids that pulse and flow through your veins. Let us know the passive spell of your mystical existance. There we'll understand the balance of your serenity. Where dreams bring forth visions of union, and unicorns learn to fly."