Just another post here in invisiland XD

So in an effort to get used to doing this, I'm posting some older poems and short stories to start the habit. After that, I'm going to try to do a 1000 word flash fiction/short story a day if possible. This is all in preparation for NaNoWriMo in November. I might post character bios for the story I choose for NaNoWriMo in place of the 1000 some days but it will always be in the vein of getting SOMETHING posted.

Onto the post of the day now.

This was just a simple practice I did for writing once a day. I fell of that wagon rather fast.  It has no title. The file was saved under the date of composition.

5/16/12

Here's the long and short of it. I'm on the run.

I'd love to say it's because I didn't do anything wrong. I'd give anything to be able to say that. Considering the circumstances though, I'm going with honesty.

I am a criminal. The trial was so short, I barely remember any of it. The most memorable part of it was my 'defending' attorney. Court appointed. He had the most hideous badge on his shoulder. It was the color of baby puke and shaped like a star burst. So it really looked like a baby landed a good one on his suit.

I've gotten way off track. I didn't stick around for my sentencing, but I'm sure it was death. It's  fashionable now, I think. As soon as guilty was basically assured, I managed to wiggle out to use the restroom. And following a minor breakdown on the floor of the handicapped stall, I broke the treated glass window to the 'serenity garden' and slipped out through the main entrance. It helps being rather nondescript at times. 

As to the level of my remorse for my crime, it's not very high. Yes, I'm so sorry I did something bad. And I feel so awful that I'm at the mercy of the justice system. But for exact crime committed? I'm proud. I did it. I said it. I am proud I killed a knight. I don't care if humans rule the world right now. He was brutal, mean, and a hominid elitist. The creatures he abused weren't going to get revenge for themselves and a centaur can only see so much.

Pacifist teachings of my ancestors be damned. Beasts of land and water alike need to stand up for each other. 

 This is horridly old. Myspace days old to be exact. I never really keep a journal, mainly I just write nonsense little stories in it. So this is one of those from my old MySpace account.

With the Darkness

The peaceful land fell to slumber as the moon rose in her sky. Slowly the ever changing one drifted over the lands below. Bearing silent witness to what humans wrought below. Even to what the humans did not wish to be. She was no judge, just a witness of the ancient elemental darkness to awake that night.

Glowing eyes opened to the night, drinking in the umber night. It took the darkness, shifting, warping it to its own ends. Slowly it began to take shape, hideous in its beauty. With a wave of its fingers, more shadows came to its form, giving substance to a body of darkness.

A woman stepped from the shadows, looking further into the cave. Deeper within a mass of shadows writhed around a spinning center. Turning back to the silent world past the cave, her cruel eyes swept the land. Behind her a blood curdling shriek split the air. The shadows compounded on themselves with a whisper of air and formed a floating ball of solid darkness in the dim cave.

Slowly it began to grow, widening and stretching into a portal. First to slip past the hole was a gnarled talon, twisted with something other than age. More and more emerged, shaping out a hideous ancient form. The creature gave another shriek as its wings freed themselves from the hole in the air. With a shudder, it collapsed onto the floor, shrill cries shattering the silent night. The woman watched the world outside. It would gain its strength soon enough.

It had lain dormant for centuries. Silent sleeping hunger, craving more than the dreams could supply. Waiting for the day to come for release and for sating its hunger. Another few minutes would be no matter to her or it. The worlds were made for them to destroy. A few minutes would be no matter at all.

So yeah. Hope you enjoyed. Hope you didn't scrape your own brains out with an ice cream scoop from boredom.

Night!