Upcoming Projects for 2014!

Kay so I'm moving at the beginning of 2014, and my plan is to begin writing after settling in.
I've got 5 projects in the works, as those of you who follow the blog know.
My main focus will be on "Wild Cards", "Seeds of Prophecy", "Curses", and "City of Mirrors".
"Heart of Stone" might end up becoming a novella, since the writing style i'm planning on using for it is a bit "fluffy". lol

Anywasy, see. ya'll then! ^_^

Sex Questions. Leave a number

*Found this on another blog so i thought i'd  throw it up here. cause i'm a bit of a perv. lol But i'm interested in how my characters would respond to the questions too. ^_^

Sex Questions. Leave a number

1. Have you ever had intercourse?
2. Oral sex?
3. Licked an ass?
4. Had your ass licked?
5. Stuck your tongue in their ass?
6. Swallowed cum?
7. Practiced bondage or BDSM?
8. Had anal sex?
9. Had an orgasm from anal sex?
10. Ever squirted or made someone squirt?
11. Had sex with someone of the same sex?
12. Did a threesome?
13. Did a foursome?
14. Been in an orgy?
15. Been in a gangbang?
16. Had sex in public?
17. Snowballed?
18. Had your toes licked or sucked?
19. Licked or sucked someone’s toes?
20. Had sex with more than one person (one on one only) in a day?
21. Had sex with more than one person (one on one only) in a week?
22. Had cyber sex or phone sex?
23. Reached on orgasm?
24. Watched porn?
25. Bought a dirty magazine?
26. Posted nude pictures of you on the net?
27. Let someone video tape you having sex?
28. Had sex without protection?
29. Had someone give you a cum facial or given someone a cum facial?
30. Have you participated in any type of golden showers?
31. Have you let anyone or have you shit on anyone?
32. Had sex with a friend’s significant other?
33. Ever did one of your significant other’s friends or relative?
34. Have you ever cheated on your significant other?
35. Made someone pass out from sex?
36. Tasted your own cum?
37. Masturbated?
38. Let someone watch you?
39. Ever showed you naked on cam?
40. Had sex while on your period or while someone was on their period?
41. Been eaten or eaten someone?
42. Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour?
43. Had sex in a vehicle?
44. Been caught having sex?
45. Paid for sex?
46. Used toys during sex?
47. Used food?
48. Like pain from a little to extreme during sex?
49. Ever been dominated in bed?
50. Ever had a wet dream?
51. Like to have your ass slapped during sex?
52. Like having your nipples licked, sucked, or bitten?
53. Had sex with someone who you didn’t know their name?

The Wild card intro....

-Wild Card-

My mother was Beautiful.

Not the kind of beauty that a girl innocently displays, or the beauty she then cultivates as a woman only to mourn its passing as it inevitably fades.

No my mother was Beautiful with a capital B.

Her’s was the kind of beauty that would draw the eye, and bring a smile to even the most jaded of faces. Beauty that radiated from her, and not just figuratively, but literally since she possessed a magical glow. Again, quite literally.

But as a young girl I knew little of magic and what it meant. All I knew is that she was beautiful, and that someday I too would be beautiful.

How did I know this? You may ask.

Because she would tell me on those few occasions I would sit at her vanity, covered with its brushes and exotic perfumes, and watch her get ready for one event or another.

For a moment before my father came to escort her, she would gently embrace me and tell me that one day it too would be my turn to beautiful.

And oh, how I would long for that day. Lying awake at night in my room thinking of what the future would bring. For I had seen in my mother even at such a young age what beauty could bring.

Beauty which brought light to the darkness.

Beauty that had soothed the frightening beast that was my father.

 

Beauty which had lead strange men to invade our home one night, and smother her in adoration even as they cut her open before my eyes.

*Here ends the intro or preface, i guess....*
For this book i Intend to start each Chapter with a preface simmilar to this written in the voice of a historical or fictional historical figure, think Cleopatra, Alice(of "Alice in Wonderland"), etc. That'll break things up but won't follow the pattern of my other gate's crossing series which preface Chapter with flashbacks. My "Heart" series opens with a flash back prologue, and my Omoria series has no flashbacks at all.

NaNoWriMo 2013 starts today!!

Wishing everyone participating luck. I don't plan on finishing this year, but i'm gonna attempt to start working on my entry tentativly titled "WildCards".
smooches!

Heidi Jutras - J'pourrai Pas (original) live

I love Heidi, and follow her on youtube.
She released this original song earlier this week and it's amazing. lyrics posted below.








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Paroles / Musique: Marc-André Sauvageau & Heidi Jutras
(***ENGLISH***Down below you'll find a google translation but it's not 100% accurate haha! The song basically talks about not being able to forget someone you loved.***)

Image: Thomas Branconier (http://www.thomasbranconier.com)

J'pourrai pas

Épuisée je suis
Mon corps vidé de lui
Je voudrais m'endormir
Mais mon cœur fait beaucoup trop de bruit

Humiliée je suis
De mon amour pour lui
Je voudrais parvenir
À m'enfuir, mais partout il me suit

Comme si je n'avais pas assez souffert
Il faudrait que je sois marquée au fer
Son nom sur ma peau, que jamais je n'oublie
Que même avec le temps, je l'aimerai pour la vie

J'pourrai pas survivre, j'ai trop mal
Je fais juste y penser, ce n'est pas normal
Je n'arrive plus à respirer
J'pourrai pas l'oublier
Non j'pourrai pas

REFRAIN
Passer mes nuits sans bruit
Passer mes nuits sans lui
M'endormir sans me demander pourquoi
Passer mes nuits à craindre
Que ses mots puissent m'atteindre
Rester de glace envers lui je pourrai pas

C'est toujours en moi
Toujours le même combat
Qui me hante la nuit
Dans mes rêves, dans tout ce que je ne dis pas

Est-ce à cause de moi
J'aimerais comprendre pourquoi
Je suis seule aujourd'hui
À revivre, notre amour loin de toi

Comme si je n'avais pas tourné la page
Comme si j'avais peur de son visage
De ne pas savoir comment je pourrais réagir
Si un jour, dans ma vie, je le voyais revenir

J'pourrai pas survivre, j'ai trop mal
Je fais juste y penser, ce n'est pas normal
Je n'arrive plus à respirer
J'pourrai pas l'oublier
Non j'pourrai pas

REFRAIN

ah, ah, ah...
J'pourrai pas

Je n'arrive plus à respirer
J'pourrai pas l'oublier
Non j'pourrai pas

Passer mes nuits sans bruit
Passer mes nuits sans lui
M'endormir sans me demander pourquoi


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Google translation:
I Cannot

I'm exhausted
My body emptied of him
I would like to fall asleep
But my heart makes too much noise

I am humiliated
Of my love for him
I would like to be able
To run away, but he follows me everywhere

As if I had not suffered enough
I would have to be marked with iron
His name on my skin, so that I would never forget
That even with the time, I would love him to life

I can not survive, I hurt too bad
I just think about it, this is not normal
I can no longer breathe
I could not forget him
No I cannot

CHORUS
Spend my nights without noise
Spend my nights without him
Sleep without wondering why
Spend my nights in fear
That his words could hit me
Keep ice to him I can not

It's still in me
Always the same fight
That haunts me at night
In my dreams, in everything I do not say

Is it because of me
I want to understand why
I'm alone now
To relive our love away from you

As if I had not turned the page
As if I was afraid of his face
Of not knowing how I would react
If one day in my life, I saw him come back

I can not survive, I hurt too bad
I just think about it, this is not normal
I can no longer breathe
I could not forget him
No I cannot

CHORUS

ah, ah, ah ...
I can not

I can no longer breathe
I could not forget him
No I cannot

Spend my nights without noise
Spend my nights without him
Sleep without wondering why

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My Translation of the google translate.

I Can Not

I'm exhausted
My body emptied of him
I would like to fall asleep
But my heart makes too much noise

I am humiliated
Of my love for him
I would like to escape
But he follows me everywhere

If I haven't suffered enough
I would have to be branded
His name upon my skin, I'll never forget
That even with the time, I will love him to excess

I can not survive, I hurt too bad
I just think about it, this ain't right
I can no longer breathe
I can not forget him, please
No I can't

CHORUS
Spend my nights without noise
Spend my nights without him
Sleep without wondering why 
Why do I Spend my nights afraid
That his words could hit me
Keeping cold to him, I can not

It's still in me
Always the same fight That haunts me at night
In my dreams
in everything I do not say

Is it because of me
I want to know why
I'm alone now
To relive our love without you

As if I had not turned the page
As if I was afraid of his face
Of not knowing how I would react
If one day in my life, I saw him come back

I can not survive, I hurt too bad
I just think about it, this ain't right
I can no longer breathe
I can not forget him, please
No I can't

CHORUS

ah, ah, ah ...
I can not

I can no longer breathe
I could not forget him
No I cannot

Spend my nights without noise
Spend my nights without him
Sleep without wondering why

Working on NaNoWriMo and other stuff... ^_^

So i'm still working on the plot to my NaNoWriMo entry. yey me.
i've got pretty much the entire back story, and i've fitted it into Universe 1.
I've also gone ahead and figured out the over arching drama plot in the story so now i just need a few more points of contention to add.

In other news, i started writing Curses, but i stopped cause i got tired in RL so i've only got a few paragraphs down. sad face.

Next up I've been rattling around some werewolf things in my brain that i was initially gonna use for the NaNoWriMo book, but have decided that i'm gonna make it's own series too. Maybe i'll do a spin off character setup.

The NaNoWriMo book comes after book one of the Gate's Crossing series, but before Book 2 of the Gate's Crossing series.

Maybe i post the Werewolf hierarchy soon. smooches!

Short "story" i wrote for a friend while hopped up on caffine. lol

"We have come to capture you, small eared woman, for you are renown throughout the quadrant for your expertise in umox" said the small large eared alien with the pointy teeth.
"You'll never take me alive, little man!" Ilana defiantly yelled, batting away the hand that reached for her bosom which heaved in fear. Backing away from the alien she soon found herself pressed into a corner with no escape in sight.
"Haha! I have you trapped. You will never escape my clutches." the alien said menacingly.
"That's what you think!" Ilana replied, her hand flashing out in a lightning fast strike which ended with the man's overly large and sensitive ears in her grasp.
"Oh, no! Not the ear! My one weakness." pleaded the alien his face clouding over with a look unrecognizable to Ilana's human knowledge. "Ah! now squeeze the cartilage!!"
"What?" Ilana said in confusion.
"Roll the cartilage between your fingers! YEEEAAHHH!! Like that, nice and easy."
"Ummm...."
"Now, harder. Put your back into it. Pull the lobe!!"
"This is making me uncomfortable..."
"No! No! Come on. Just stick your finger in the hole and swirl it around a bit."
"Yeah, no. This is weird."
"Just the tip? I promise you won't even notice."
"I think i'd notice the tip of my finger in some aliens horny little ear."
"Awww, you drive a hard bargain puny eared one. Respect that. I will leave you in peace...this time!"
~The End~

Curses...

So, i've been thinking about my Curses book. I see it as a standalone, but i've got a niggling feeling that it might run over into a monster of the week kinda thing. sigh.

Also, i think i'm doing a more clear cut antagonist this time. Either the Fey, or sorcerers or an order of something or the other.

In other news, the MC is Oppus the first being in existence, so i had to do a bit as far as omnipitence and stuff is concerned. I leaning towards "him" having been downsized far enough back that the information left over from his all knowing days isn't really applicable anymore.

Also Fates aren't exactly in his perview, since their job is to create the threads of existence and keep a record. As far as the future is concerned, free will wins out so things arn't as clear cut as this will happen at this time.

Power wise, i'm leaning towards the ability to do highly complicated works and works that require large amounts of power, but an inability to do things considered basic or even intermediate. he has tot do complicated things to get the same results, which means more prep and larger chance of things going wrong or being interupted.

Curses in this require a part of the casters soul, which they are often only willing to give up for the menace that results, thus when/if the curse plays out or is broken they want their soul piece back with obsessive focus.

Haven't figure out the logistics of blessings or prophecies yet, but i feel like prophicies are simply the results of blessings and curses, i.e. people finding out.

Thinking maybe when the blessing or curses are played out and the parts of oppus are returned to him(not sure how that works) they contain memories of things that happened in the early years of the universe that have exceptional meaning, as far as from the readers perspective, about what it means to be a human being or have compasion or make hard decisions or beauty or faith or love.

I'm still thinking oppus doesn't like in a city and that he may live with the fates. He'll also probably teleport to places where blessing or cursing activity is taking place or be directed there by the fates or use a "device/talisman?" to figure out where to go.

Oppus's motivation for this so far is reclaiming peices of himself and in a way cleaning up a mess he feels responsible for or not allowing parts of himself to be used by otheres.

Oppus also as an all powerful being most likely had to be betrayed in someway to end up deminished, unless he made the choice to live as a "mortal" and then found he couldn't return as easily as he thought he'd be able to.

Thats what i've got so far. getting exciting write. the meds make the thinking so much easier, so yey. haven't tried writing prose yet, but might start soon, if not we'll se where NaNoWriMo finds me.

Smooches!

Pretty sure..

I'm pretty much decided that i'm going to be doing "Wildcard"(working title) for NaNoWriMo 2013.
I haven't decided on the main characters name yet, but i've got a lot of ideas as far as backround story goes. We'll see how far i get. Smooches

Choices..sigh..

So i've narrowed it down to two options for NaNoWriMo.

I'm either gonna do:
"Curses" which is about Oppus, who's basicly the first being, and how he struggles to reclaim pieces of himself via curses and blessings.

or

"Wildcard" (working tittle) which is about a woman who's thrust into a world of deity politics while trying to come to grip with newfound abilities she never asked for.

That's what i've got so far. I'm leaning towards "Wildcard", but if i had to start wwriting tomorrow i'd never get done since i feel like the story will be pretty complicated researchand plot-wise.
I've been wanting to start curses for a while now, though. Killing off Thor is a secret obsession of mine.
Anywasy, both of these tittle are set in the Gate's Crossing Universe so that helps with world building, yey. I'm just a bit worried about timeline issues.

Smooches!

Gearing up for NaNoWriMo 2013...

Yep i'm back on meds after around a 3 year hiatus. So even though I haven't actually finished any of the projects i started over the last few years I'm intent on participating in this years NaNoWriMo.

This'll be my second year. Last years Heart of Stone was waylaid by problems, the biddest of which was unexpected scenes i was unprepared for research wise.

So this year I'm going to plan better by making up plot notes and outlines as extensivly as possible, which is allowable under the rules as long as i don't use previously written prose.

I'm floating around ideas for my premise at the moment. I'd like to start my "Curses" story, but i'm interested in doing a bit of diety focused interactions, as well as working with a female MC.

I'll try to keep updates coming. Smooches!

July came and went..sigh..

So things are finally settled financially, but now it's into the moving places mode. That will hopefully be settled by the end of the year.

In writing news, i've printed out most of what i've got for my stories to help me stay on track and organized.

I've also been doing some "drag" photoshoots, cause i'm awesome.
Here's a pic:

Haven't been singing to much, but when i find a song that i can sing decently i''ll make a video if it comes out good.

Smooches!

SO it's the middle of June and i'm doing stuff, probably...

I won't be able to make any solid life plans for about a month, so there's that.

In writing related news, i'm still not feeling up writing anything regularly, but i've been considering diffrent types of reasonable conflict to add into my stories by reading a veriety of books.
Hopefully i'll figure out something.
..
Also I sing off key really load sometimes, just because i can. there's video, but you'll probably never see it. lol
Smooches

what happened to may? >_>

So...I'm still depressed, although i'm happy to say I have thought a bit more about by stories.

Time away has given me a bit more perspective and it been easier to see connections that i wasn't ready to incorporate before. ^_^

In other news i'm playing WOW again.
Current character levels are:
Paladin: 86
Druid: 86
Priest: 85
Death Knight: 73
Warrior: 57
Mage: 50
Shaman: 40
Monk: 36
Warlock: 35
Rogue: 26
Hunter: 17

Right now i'm working on leveling my cooking on my shaman, and doing a bit of farming(at the farm in halfhill) for cooking ingredients for my mom.

Smooches, and well see how things settle out in the coming 2 months. ^_^

Vegan & Glutten-Free Dinner Party Menu

So I'm still on Vacation, but I thought I'd stop in with this post.
As some of you may know I cook, and I won't say I'm very creative when it comes to cooking, but I will say I go on taste and look and not so much on rules.
Anywasy, the other day I got the idea of what I'd serve if I had to make a full course dinner entirely glutten free and vegan friendly and this is what i came up with.*

*Let me know if i forgot any courses. ^_^

Appetizer: Seasoned cornmeal "breaded" tofu balls w/ mild cocktail sauce.
Since the dish is pretty straight forward regarding the ingredients, presentation would be the individual "balls" placed on the plate and the lines of cocktail sauce slashed across them with a "Ketchup bottle thingy".

Soup: Baby corn and snow pea soup.
Clear vegetable based broth.

Salad: Sliced raw red onion and avocado, mixed with previously grilled and subsequently chilled
asparagus. Drizzled with Cold Ginger sauce.**
**Onion should be no larger than 1/4 in in width, no piece of vegetable should exceed 2 inches in length.

Main Course: Cream Tofu & Cheese Alfredo Linguine topped with diced tomato/white onion/cucumber salad*** served aside Grilled portabello mushroom steak stuffed with "butter" sauteed "broccoli infused tofu" smothered in a "cream cheese" and cauliflower gravy. ****
***Linguine should be tossed in sauce before plating. Diced tomato/white onion/cucumber salad should be made by infusing garlic oil with salt & pepper and then, after cooling oil, tossing Diced tomato/white onion/cucumber in cooled oil/seasoning mixture. Only a tablespoon should be placed upon the center of the pasta.
****press cooked broccoli buds (just the buds) and seasonings into firm tofu. I'm assuming here that you'd need to use cheese cloth to do this. Then press tofu/broccoli into a portabello mushroom cap to size, then saute tofu patty in butter on one side. Replace tofu with cooked side within mushroom cap and then grill the too parts together. Gravy made by cooking "cream cheese" with cauliflower chunks and seasoning with black pepper and/or capers. Corn or potato flour can be used to thicken.

Dessert: Mochi Apple/Walnut Cake with honey.
take slices of raw apple and cook in butter, cinnamon, and brown sugar then cover in chopped walnuts, press these into mochi "batter" before microwaving. When mochi is finished cut into slices and drizzle with honey.

----- All recipes include seasoning at your discretion, as well as additional seasoning to what's mentioned.-----

Well what do you think?
Fancy? Unappetizing? Possible if someone else is paying?

Let me know.
KK, Smooches.

2 Weeks into my Vacation.

Things are quite stressful for me at the moment. I've had to deal with somethings regarding my finances that i wasn't expecting, and the possibility of a move is looming larger as the days pass.

My concern is that the pressure isn't mixing well with the small bubble of reality i've carved out for myself and it's causing a lack of insperation in everything from my writing to my cooking.

I hope that things will get better as i adjust my attention towards fixing what i feel to be trying in my life at the moment.

Also my Birthday is the 14th of May. I'm a Taurus, also known as Ruts-R-Us. lol
Maybe I'll do a post on that soon.

I'd like to give a shout out to the Taureans who've been a part of my life. Happy Birthday all, without you I wouldn't be who I am today. We each play a role in others lives much like a butterfly in Africa. ^_^

Smooches!

Some ametuurish art for "Seeds of Prophesy"

Here's a picture of Reginald. It's not super great, but yeah. ^_^

Here's the original.

Here's the edited version.

W/S: ....ERROR 404

No Writing Supernaturals this week either. I'm just to out of it to be inspired. sadface,,,
I'm taking  vacation from blogging for a while to get my head together.
Smooches!

Ask TheLostSigns #.....ERROR 404

soo yeah no Ask The LostSigns Fridays this week...sadface. I wrote it but I didn't get around to typing it up and posting it.
ehhh....

Free Fiction Tuesdays: Heart Of Stone (Part 3)

Still go writers block on "Seeds of War" so this week I'm bringing you another installment of "Heart Of Stone". For those of you who don't know this is the book I started for 2012 NaNoWriMo and a very special thank you goes out to AnAutumnRose for bringing the event to my attention. Thanks, Love! Anywasy here's some more "Heart of Stone"!

Euryale did not know what response she had expected from the two women, but the screaming match that had then ensued had most definitely not been it. After what seemed like ages, the two women had come to the conclusion that it was not each other they should be mad at and had summoned the whole of the sisterhood together in the great Oracle chamber deep within the temple and revealed the travesty that had occurred. Unrest had moved through the gathered women like a wave coming to the shore and the screaming it seemed was set to resound through the country side much as it had resounded through the chamber in which Euryale had asked her seemingly simple question in the presence of the High Priestess and the Oracle. Before it got out of control, however, the High Priestess called for silence and with her support the Oracle described a solution. All within the sisterhood would take a vow of celibacy forgoing pleasure in order to focus on their higher calling. By the time the decree had settled into all the sisters minds, relief was almost palatable in the air. Sadly, it was not to last for not even a fortnight passed before Apollo appeared within the temple courtyard in a flash of light and a wave of heat. All gathered could see that Apollo was furious. When the High Priestess appeared with the Oracle in tow, to politely inquire as to what help they could provide to him in easing his anger, they were loudly informed that “They” were the cause of his anger. That he had come to the women of the sisterhood as he had for time incalculable and been turned away with none of his usual comforts. He had approached many of the sisters, in many, different guises, and not one had lain with him as was his right. To this the High Priestess informed him that the Sisterhood of the Oracle of Pythia was not in fact required to provide those types of services to any being, be they God or man or anything in between. That the temple, and all who dwelled within, were the sole purview of the Fates themselves and were not to be used as anyone’s personal harem. That they were sorry he was upset, but that they were only thankful that his deception had finally been revealed to them.

Euryale felt her face pinch up at the memory of what had followed even as the mass of lizards that made up her hair, sensing her distress, began to make soothing noises. Sighing softly to herself she crooned back to them softly before once more reliving those moments within her mind’s eye.

At hearing the word revealed, all of the anger that Apollo had been displaying and the courtyard grew eerily silent.

“And how is it that I a god have come to be revealed unto thee, Priestess?” Apollo had quietly asked as his gaze roved the amassed crowd a strange gleam having replaced the anger in his eyes.

No sooner had the High Priestess and the Oracle called Euryale forward and told of the part she had played in thwarting Apollo’s deception, then had Apollo turned his banked fury upon Euryale herself.

Unable to kill her, as the High Priestess had said all who resided in the temple were under the protection of the Fates themselves, and he would have surely done so if he could have. Instead, Apollo had chosen to Curse her. His terrible screeching frightening to those who heard it.

“ YOU! YOU HAVE TAKEN SOMETHING FROM ME WHICH I VALUED ABOVE ALL OTHERS AND IN DOING SO YOU NOT ONLY SHALL YOU BE PUNISHED, BUT YOU SHALL KNOW MY LOSS AS WELL!” He bellowed. Taking a deep breath and throwing out his arms in her direction, Euryale found herself alone facing an angry gods wrath quaking in fear and abandoned on the steps leading in to the temple proper and all within the Sisterhood watch in horror as Apollo decreed her fate.

“ I WHO AM A GOD ABOVE MEN SO SHALL YOU BE PLACED ABOVE WOMEN, CHANGED AT A BASIC LEVEL TO REFLECT THE LIGHT IN WHICH I PERCIEVE YOU IN THIS MOMENT. YOU VILE SNAKE OF A WOMAN. “

The change had started immediately. She had fallen as her legs began to move of their own accord. It had been painful, but not as painful as watching them fuse together into the form they now held. Her scalp had begun to burn, and reaching up to feel what was wrong she had found masses of scaly flesh pushing themselves from her skull. She had screamed then, screamed until Apollo had called her to silence, before continuing to curse her.

“AS I CAN NO LONGER HIDE MY TRUE NATURE FROM THOSE I ONCE SAUGHT OUT SO TOO SHALL YOU BE UNABLE TO HIDE YOUR NEW NATURE FROM THOSE WHOM YOU WOULD SEEK OUT. FOR ALL THOSE WHO LOOK UPON YOUR VISAGE SHALL BE TRANSPARENT BEFORE YOUR GAZE AS WAS I.”

At those words Euryale had turned in confusion to look upon the High Priestess, who had come to crouch beside her on the warm stones, and that look of confusion had turned to one of horror as the High Priestess herself began to turn into glass. It had started with her eyes and quickly spread to every part of her body. Fearing for the gathered sisters she had quickly covered her face as best she could, placing her face into her no longer temple white stola. As her new body shook and heaved with sobs of sorrow, she vaguely realized that Apollo was still cursing her.

“LASTLY, KNOW THAT I WILL NEVER LOOK UPON YOU WITH BENEVOLENCE AGAIN NOR WILL ANY ASPECT OF MY STATION. SIGHT YOU MAY HAVE, BUT THE FATE OF YOURSELF AND ANYONE WHOM YOU SHOULD EVER LOVE WILL BE HIDDEN FROM YOU.” Apollo snarled at her.

“AND SHOULD YOU FIND YOURSELF, EVER, BENEATH THE SUN. YOU. SHALL. BURN!”

And burn she had as she had struggled to push herself and as much of her new form back into the temple proper and out of direct sunlight, patches of her skin blistering scraping off onto the paving. Apollo’s malicious laughter had followed her into the artificial light cast by torches and fires within the temple, even as he had vanished and the oracle had rushed to her aid, being careful to keep her face turned aside so that she would not fall under the power of Euryale’s new visage, she quickly grabbed a light tapestry and placed it over Euryale’s face.

“We will help you, Sister, as best we can for we have brought this curse upon you.” The Oracle had whispered to her before a few of the larger sisters had carried her into a darkened room in the caverns below the temple. There she had discovered herself anew as the sisters, protected by the ever present darkness, had treated the wounds the sun had left on her flesh. Even as she regained her strength hidden beneath the temple, she could still see Him. Apollo. In his rage he had knowingly, or perhaps unknowingly, cursed her to be placed above women, even as he was a god above men, and the power of her sight had grown to a level often times reserved for the Fates themselves.

In the few months she spent under the temple healing she watched Him. Him, with his pettiness and his temper. She saw the happiness and sorrow he felt as he traveled answering the prayers of those in need that he could, and she hated him for destroying who she had been and then moving on without remorse.

Eventually though in her solitude she thought to put her visions to the task of finding a companion or companions who would not be transformed by her curse. Her visions had shown her Stheno, with her strength, and Medusa, with her tears, and although she hadn’t known their names at the time she had covered herself as best she could and gathered what food could be spared and saying goodbye to the sisters and the oracle had disappeared into the night. She had followed her vision for a few weeks, hiding in caves or even burying herself in the ground as best she could and still be able to breath during the day in order to avoid the painful light of the sun, before she had found Stheno in a cave by the sea.

Glancing again at her sister, striking with the dark scaled bodies of her snakes blending seamlessly with her similarly dark hair, their red faces like roses moving against the dark curtain of it, their blue bellies flashing as they turned this way and that. Always watchful, always on her guard, that was Stheno.

She had in fact attacked Euryale when they had first met in that sea side cave. After Euryale had explained her situation and also her visions, Stheno had grudgingly joined her in her quest for companionship. Eventually they had even begun calling each other sisters, and Euryale had felt that they had develop as strong a bond as any during the travels that had subsequently led them to Medusa.

Turning her head once more a short look showed, Euryale that Medusa was still crying, so with another sigh, she turned her attention back to Stheno.

They had found Medusa and together they had traveled many months to come here to this out of the way place far from the sea, but Medusa still had these episodes. Each time an episode occurred Euryale wondered if Medusa would ever truly be free of her past, and embrace her new life with them, or if she would fall into madness. But she could not see what would be for now she loved Medusa as much as she loved Stheno.

“Do you think it will be asss bad thisss time as it has been the othersss, Ssstheno?”

Leaning slightly towards Stheno, Euryale felt no need to expand upon her question as Stheno would know what she was truly asking, as she had known every time Euryale had asked, every time this had happened after the first time.

It took a moment for the response to come and when it did Euryale could barely hear the words, Stheno’s low gravelly voice barely more than a growl as she answered, moving gently to wrap her arms around Euryale, before speaking into her hair.

“They are only tearsss. It could always be worssse.”

There you have it in all it's unedited goodness. I've done part of the next part, but it's long and complicated and i stopped in the middle. >_< Hopefully I'll have something to post next week. 

Kay buh bye!

Terrorism

~sigh~ Let me be the first to tell you that I do not live in Boston, I don't know anyone in boston well enough to have their phone number or that of their friends/ family who would be able to run over on check on them. What does this mean to me, It means that the bombing that happened there is terrible, BUT that it has nothing to do with me. 

i don't know these people and while there are things i'd appreciate knowing like "Who did it?", "How many people died?", and "was there a reason?" that information takes like five minutes of watching the news if it's information that's available to the public. 

what it does Not take is hours of watching the same "devastatingly emotional" clips playing over and over again. That's fear mongering and emotional porn, and i personally find it disgusting. 

Please don't share that with me. Thank you.

W/S: Pinnochio

This week I's like to talk about Transmogrification, which is a really cool way of saying shapeshifting. The thing about transmogrification is that it most often refers to the act of changing something else's shape and not your own shape.

Now it's one thing to turn a prince into a frog, or a princess into a swan, but it's something else entirely to change a puppet into a boy.

I find the idea of changing something animate into something inanimate or vice versa to be rather facinating and disturbing.

Using the above example:

While the blue fairy is not directly held responsible for Pinocchio's creation she does later take responsibility for his becoming a "real boy".  My question would be, "WTF? Are you some kinda sadist?"
Some of you may be surprised by that response, but I'd ask that you take a closer look at the practicalities of what happened. Pinocchio was an animated block of wood. He'd never grow old, he'd never need to eat, breath, use the bathroom, or feel pain. In fact prior to his "change" he would never have experienced any of those things, nor have any way to reference what they even meant in a any real way (except possibly while he was donkey, one of the worst experiences of his existence up till that point).

I see stories of people who are deaf who get cocular implants. People who've never experienced sound in a way hearing people do who are shown on television "hearing" their families voices for the first time. IT sounds like it'd be an amazing experience, and i'm sure it is, but what people don't seem to get is that just because you can sudden;y hear doesn't mean you now how to listen. Those thing being said to the newly hearing deaf person don't make sense, their just sounds, like hearing a dog barking perhaps, or birds calls. You have to learn how to equate sound with language to find meaning in what you hear. How are they to know that something they hear isn't something else. Like snoring isn't a car alarm? There isn't a way until after they've experienced them both, and i'm sure it's a very difficult process.
While i won't equate Pinocchio's story with that of the deaf community I will ask if as a human being reading this, Would you advocate aging or the feeling of pain on a person who didn't experience them?
There are people out ther who don't feel pain and life is very difficult for them, perhaps would even be easier on them if they did, but it's not something to be done lightly and i'm sure even they would recognize the difficulties they'd experience waking up one day and suddenly having to deal with it.

Wondering on the Human Process have been going for years and of pain and mortality two things have been proven to be possible.
Pondering you mortality can drive you insane, and Pain can drive you insane. Literaly. I'm not joking pain can break peoples minds, as can fear of eventual death.

I wouldn't wish these things on a puppet, let alone a puppet who becomes a child. Shame on that fairy, and shame on Gipetto in the first place for not raising a better puppet.
 

Ask TheLostSigns #8

This week's "Ask TheLostSigns" is brought to you by famous video game character with problems!!! Gotta catch em all? We can help! Girlfriend get kidnapped a LOT? We've got a support group!

Dear TheLostSigns,
I'm scarred. I haven't even hit puberty yet, and i've been thrust into participating in these legalized animal fights. I just don't know how to deal with it you know. Some days it seems like i can't take to steps without being attacked by someone or something, and it's like the animals are smart you know? Like they've got feeling and lives and could have families, but instead they're angry or brainwashed or feral or something and people JUST don't seem to care. Like it's normal, you know? I don't understand why things are the way they are, and i want this to change but i don't know how to make it happen. Can you help me?
Sincerely,
Always So Horrified

Dear ASH,
Thank you for writing in and sharing your story with us here at TheLostSigns. I'd like to start by saying i sympathize with the hardships your facing. You are not alone lots of people a born into or arrive upon trying situations. Please remember that your not alone.
It sounds to me like a lot of the cruelty to the beings that your so affected by is the result of the way things work in the place that you live. The easiest option i could suggest is moving somewhere where things arn't the way they are where you live. I'm sure there are others out there who feel the way you do and communtities that would welcome like minded individuals such as yourself.
BUT...that won't fix the overlying problem, which is that these things are legal and the social norm where you are now. Running away won't change that. IF you want to change the system you've got to work within it. Write your congressmen, talk to your city counsel leaders, use the internet to connect with other like minded individuals, and maybe even hold protests or rallies. Educate the masses on your ideals and try to understand their perspective as well as share your own. Open a dialog of mutual respect and hope for the best.
Good Luck!

Yo TheLostSigns,
Me and My brother, we've  got this problem. You see this girl we both know (She's my girlfriend now but he used to like her before he got one of his own.) gets kidnapped a lot, and we always have to go save her. It's gotten to the point where she's getting kidnapped allll the time. I'm afraid that soem of the things we 've been doing to save her are having negative affects on us. I'm not saying we're doing a lot of drugs or anything, but....okay yeah we're doing a lot of drugs and i think it's fucking up our bodies. I've been seeing ghosts and bullets flying at me out of nowhere, and i think the sun is trying to kill me. 
And don't even get me started on the outfits. Why am I so convinced dressing like a frog helps when i'm swimming? They're just clothes right?
Anyways...What do you think we should do?
Yours Truly,
Basically Running Outta Sense

Hey there BROS,
I...think you should leave your girlfriend. From what you say she's gotten you involved in some deep shit. If she's getting kidanpped all the time why are you the ones who have to rescue her, especially given the dangers inherent if it require drug use and costumes?
Where is this girls parents? Why haven't they called the police or other government agency? There are people who should be handling this, and i'm sorry but i don't see why that has to be you.
I'd also like to let you know that you aren't alone. There are lots of guys out there who have girlfriends this "happens" to and I recommend starting a support group and reaching out to each other. These so called rescue missions sound like they keep you isolated and in a drug induced haze away from friends and family who might try to help you or point out the dangers, or persuade you from persuing this path.
You're as much of a person as she is and no matter what anyone else says TheLostSigns truly believes you can't help anyone if you can't help yourself.
Good Luck


Thank you for stopping by for this week's installment. Only two more weeks to go and then "Ask TheLostSigns" will be going on an indefinite hiatus. Don't worry I've already got something planned to take it's place. Laterz!

Free Fiction Tuesdays: Heart Of Stone (Part 2)

I didn't get around to writing this weeks installment of "Seeds of War" so I'm gonna post a continuation of my "Heart Of Stone" prologue. It's rather short If you'd like to read the part that precedes this one, click the tags for free fiction or heart of stone. Thanks, and i hope you enjoy it.

“Sssissster?” said Euryale,  extending her hand  towards Medusa only to pause and then draw it back to follow its twin as she wrapped her arms around herself. Holding herself gently she rocked herself to and fro in frustration. These sisters of hers, so different from herself, left him nothing but confused.

“ Well, we have not always been sisters…”

Memories followed that train of thought, Euryale, again recalling the trials of her own life. Being born to a small tribe of nomads traveling far to the East, the childhood spent helping her tribesmen and learning to become a woman. Perhaps even one day, as she had been told often enough, head wife of the tribe leader. 

“A woman that I’ll never be, now.”

Now that thought touched a place deep within Euryale’s soul, a place that hated a world that had made her suffer so. That ached with the grief for a life that she could never have and could never go back to. Still, looking down upon what she had become, she hated herself more. This body was not so different from the one she had been born into. In some ways it was even the same as the one she had always known, but where she had once had legs, with which to dance and celebrate with her people, she now could not dance as she once had and had no legs… and most importantly no people.

“Well, that’s not entirely true.” She thought, “I have Stheno and Medusa. Sisters in our struggles, if not in blood. Why should I care that my legs are now bound into a column of molted brown, pink, and chalk white colored flesh and covered in translucent scales? That my hair, so similar to that of my once loving mother now shares its place upon my head with snake like lizards? That I can no longer go out into the sun because it sears my flesh with His wrath? At least I am alive and not alone, and it is not my fault, it is His.”

For though she had been the one to reveal that she had been born with what her people called The Sight, and that the revelation had led to her being sent to the oracles at Pythia to perhaps one day join they’re sacred sister hood. It had not been her fault that Apollo, god of the sun, had been consorting with the all of the priestesses in residence at the sacred temple under different guises. Finding it strange that none of the sisterhood had mentioned it to her that their patron god often came to call upon them in one form or another, she had naively approached the High Priestess and Oracle of the temple and asked simply if she would also be required to provide services of a carnal nature for the god when it appeared to her that so many of the other sisters, including the High Priestess and the Oracle where already providing them.

She made a soft chuffing sound before she could stop herself earning her a sharp look from Stheno, which she avoided by meticulously smoothing down her dark brown stola, and patting her soft brown hair, before once more wrapping her arms around herself.

 

“That did not work out the way I thought it would.” She thought to herself.

~*~

This is only about a third of Euryale's part, but i thought i'd end it here this week so you're not overwhelmed. This story was my first attempt at writing in one sitting scenes. Let me know what you think! ^_^