New Story Launched

I have finally published the first chapter of my new story 'No Time.  No Possibilities' Here is a link:
http://notime-nopossibility.blogspot.co.uk

Thanks to Jean-Marie and Zhipidy for giving my the courage to publish this at all.

New Story.

I know I am saying this no-one but I have been thinking of writing again. I'm not sure if I want to though, if it will not be acknowledged.

If anyone who read my Love Bites, The Sunset Valley Chronicles and my Rebel Legacy I will no longer will be updating them, the ones on Blogger I have deleted. I will not be saying why, for I had a problem a while back and I said I'll won't write again because of it but I do not want to go back to that. It is a personal thing and I feel it should not be addressed so publicly for such a upsetting and (I am repeating myself) personal thing that happened. I missed writing stories since it had almost become another part of me and I thought of writing this maybe just for my sake but if anyone will happen to look at it and have the time to read it. It will be much appreciated.

Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked, The New story will be called "No Time. No Possibility" A Sims story much like my old ones, but this has pretty much a mixed genre, sometimes it will horror, sometimes comedy (If I have a funny bone) and others romance. When and If I set it up I will link it with another one of my posts.

Should the story have no success on it's own, I may turn bits of it into short stories since looking back on this blog it has been mainly poems

~Bambi~

Little One

With a Butterfly kiss, and a ladybug hug,
Sleep tight, little one
like a bug in a rug

Pretend- Original.

I had fun but in the end it's just pretend.

I called you 'friend' but it's all pretend.

I laughed, the laugh was all fake, just pretend.

Was there a time when I didn't pretend

Lord knows if so, it's time to face reality.

Reality comes with brutality.

Time to put away childish things

Let's see what the darkness brings

I'm alone, so cold.

But it's just how life goes.

No Pain, no gain.

It was all in vain.

I had fun but in the end it's just pretend.

I called you 'friend' but it's all pretend.

I laughed, the laugh was all fake, just pretend.

Was there a time when I didn't pretend?

What are my fantasies?

That live in a world of ecstasy.

People can hear my voice

I had the choice.

Life is a bitch.

It's that painful switch.

That kills my dreams

And fills with agonizing screams.  

I had fun but in the end it's just pretend.

I called you 'friend' but it's all pretend.

I laughed, the laugh was all fake, just pretend.

Was there a time when I didn't pretend?

No more tears, I am done.

I've killed my own fun

It's nothing but fake

I'll only ache

If I just pretend.

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I've been working on this for a while. I hoped you enjoyed
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Freak Monologue

Each of us was found and taken by Mr. Greed. In most cases we were removed from a life of fear and pain. But while we began feeling wanted and part of a family, our lives in the show soon became as full of fear and pain as in our previous lives.
The physical pain of abuse and torture at the hands of Mr. Greed and the mental torment of being stared at by the public everyday of our lives.
We live in fear each day. Of what will come. Of where we are. Of you watching, judging, laughing.
Who is the freak? Us with our deformities and differences? Or you? Who enjoy looking at us?

Hush now, Child. BY Linda Harnett

Hush now child,
No need to say goodbye,
No winter song,
No gentle lullaby,

Be still now child,
You have no pain, no fear,
The time has come to pass,
This is your year,

Be calmed dear child,
For I stand by your side,
Don't turn away now child,
We cannot hide,

Hold on now child,
Remember me with love,
And shine your light on me,
From up above,

And hush, now child,
Just spread your wings and fly,
No winter song,
No gentle lullaby.

Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks; 
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
   And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
   As any she belied with false compare.

I Remember

This is a poem, I, now, know off by heart.

I remember, I remember
The house where I was born
The little window where the sun came creeping in at morn
He never came a wink to soon
Nor brought to long a day
Now I often wished the night had borne my breath away.

I remember, I remember.
The fir trees, dark and high.
I used to think their slender tops were close against the sky.
Tis was childish ignorence,
now is little joy
To know that I am further off from Heaven
Then when I was a boy.

I remember, I remember.


Depressing, no?

Welcome

Welcome, I'll be posting Short stories and poems here. Some created by me, others are my favorites. Enjoy.

XOXO,
Leah