Men no longer walk among the clouds
The clouds descend
They gather lovingly at our feet
Puffy white essence swirls around us
Tiny vapors entreat our imaginations
And we call it fog


Little page here devoted to what I write when 1) I am forced to by teachers or 2) I get bored/frustrated with my other stories 3) I get hit outta the great blue yonder by magnificent idea that can't be left unwritten.


THE CHRONICLE OF MERLIN

This fits into category #1 (see above) - but still, I like it very much. It is written first person, diary style. The tone is whismical and superior, as one would expect Merlin to be. I pretty much threw out the rule of "show, not tell" mainly because it's a diary and people don't think about that when they write. The numbers denote entries, since Merlin didn't deign to put dates up. I took great liberties with the Arthurian legends, so don't slam me for mixing things up.

Part One
Part Two


These stories are copywrited to me! That means they belong to me! ME ME MINE MINE!!!


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