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[happy_doughnut]

As some of you may know, writing is something I enjoy doing, but it is also something I don't often share with others. This is probably because I either don't feel confident in my work, or because they are things so richly coated with my innermost feelings, that I prefer to tuck them away rather than have them exposed. However, I suppose there's no harm in displaying some things that I write every now and then. Mind you, they may not be stellar pieces; they may not even be close to it, but I can guarantee that whatever I write represents me and my sincere feelings at the current time.

Instead of making different threads, I will use this one to post whatever comes, thus the title. Surely an actual "diary" it won't be! That would be disastrous! But you get the idea.

And well, as you soon will see, I will be writing more stories/fan fics than anything else, because a poet I surely am not!

For now, here's something I wrote last night :

i for You

It was not written in the stars,
Nor was it whispered to me in a Spring breeze.
It did not come traveling from a land afar,
Nor did an Angel tell it to me in my sleep.

It was not sought in god’s scriptures,
Nor sipped in the form of a magical potion.
It did not take first sight as a picture,
Nor some unexplained sense of divine devotion.

It is not even in the words in this poem i write,
Nor is it hidden in the lyrics of my song.
All i know is what i feel in my heart is right,
For You are the one my soul has so longed,

It is something that will be forever true:
That this love i have vested to You shall never fade,
For my life is complete now that i’ve found You,
Because it was You for which I was made.

- Demi

*******

This is something I wrote last night when I was feeling rather, well, sad. Although I can be someone that easily relates to others, I still find it hard to relate myself to others. Albeit I can discuss others' problems with utter most sincerety and openess, I find it terribly difficult to express my own. This is the perfect example: Last night, when I said too much of what I shouldn't have and too little of what I should have, I could not let this other person know what I really and truly felt, and thus I then proceeded to writing this - a collective thought that expresses what I wanted to say.

[Billyum7]

that was good... my sister is a poet so i hear themm all the time.lol

[Pu the Owl]

I find this "moving" and really sincere. It is the form you chose maybe, or the fact you put in it some genuine spirituality, the way you felt in the moment you were writing, without making it sound redundant or philosophical, but simply "you" and your true feelings, at least from what I know. To me it doesnt sound so sad though, but rather hopeful, even if a bit resigned and filled with humility.

Hope to read more from you

[Billyum7]

Originally Posted by Panuru

I find this "moving" and really sincere. It is the form you chose maybe, or the fact you put in it some genuine spirituality, the way you felt in the moment you were writing, without making it sound redundant or philosophical, but simply "you" and your true feelings, at least from what I know. To me it doesnt sound so sad though, but rather hopeful, even if a bit resigned and filled with humility.

Hope to read more from you

couldnt have said better myself..

[tempted]

Well i love it h_d ...i can totally relate to it..it's amazing how i can see myself in it right now..i really like this part :

Originally Posted by happy_doughnut

...
All i know is what i feel in my heart is right,
For You are the one my soul has so longed,
...

Anyway great work ..

[happy_doughnut]

Thanks for your comments, guys. I really appreciate the possitive feedback I received.

This one is one I've posted before, but surely, this poem is my favorite. Written last year a few days before my birthday, I was feeling rather sad, depressed, anxious, confused and full of remorseful despair. Trying to find away to rid myself of these burdening feelings, I opted for writing something; anything. I tried and tried, but nothing came out: everything seemed too forced and formulated; far some the naturalness of my feelings. And well, lastly, this piece came to, and I must say this piece is the one I am most proud of to this very day.

Granted, it may not be very pleasant, but at least sincere and "powerful" (in imagery, mind you) it surely is:

Immortal


All these walls are closing in,
The floor that supports me is too thin.
Living on wits, my will so dire,
Needing water, my soul's on fire.

From the womb into the grave,
Evermore I remain their slave.
I long for the day I break free,
I long for the day I can be me.

I can't keep up, I’m falling behind,
The feeling constantly destroys my mind.
The future now is all past tense,
My mind is racing, nothing makes sense.

I pray for that ending dawn,
But still I manage to carry on.
No more do you see but a slimy, despicable thing,
but you don’t know what I can bring.

Purified water… Come to me and quench my flame,
the one that is burning and looking to drive me insane.
Calming waters of youth: I hear them with their sudden splashes,
my life before me quickly flashes.

Only seeing hatred, everyone has ceased to be kind,
I find no one to understand my frame of mind.
They push and push; I’m on the edge,
Heavenly visages jumping from the ledge.

Why? Why can no one seem to understand?
I don't need them to hold my hand.
All I ask is that they stop their hateful lies,
Before my life slowly passes before my eyes.

Objectiveness is all they see,
But why can’t they see the good in me?
Nothing would be greater than painless, endless death;
I am longing for my dying breath.

My thoughts are all always confusing,
But yet, everyone seems to find it amusing.
Paranoia besets me as I fall from grace,
I have been disowned, and now I must conceal my face.

The world around me slowly turns,
Much slower than this fire inside me burns.
Not much about me will they miss,
when they see me being plunged into the void less abyss.

Accepting all they see front of as reality,
no one can speak for but what they see.
My soul has been crushed, I won't revive,
I remain in a hopeless dream, but stay alive.

Just then, I run and jump through the deadly plasma portal,
To find out the worst: I am immortal.
This world has caused me so much pain,
Which I shall return in doubles during my evil reign…

- Demi

[Pu the Owl]

Hope you're not feeling like that anymore Mena, even if what you write is good and I "like" reading it. The last poem reveals a great sense of restlessness, inadequacy and anxiety. So many questions without an answer we ask to ourselves... sometimes is better to keep on living pretending we have a meaning...

[Carlito]

Nice girls shouldn't be sad, they should go out and enjoy life, enjoy breeze, enjoy fun, enjoy time wasted doing silly things, since they have youth and youth is precious. Youth is everything you can desire. Like Lorenzo il Magnifico said in his famous poem (and now I realize Panuru's sig says something similar to this... where does it come from, btw?), we should be happy now, because we don't know about tomorrow's difficulties. So be happy Mena, write as much as you want, but don't write sad stuff. Not because you can't or you are bad at it, but because you must be happy and think about sadness later, in a maybe more serene way.

But you poems are great, really, you can write very well in poetic form.

[Faile]

Carlito is spot on there. Probably the best advice I've ever seen on any forum ever.

[Pu the Owl]

Originally Posted by Carlito

(and now I realize Panuru's sig says something similar to this... where does it come from, btw?)

It is taken from Akira Kurosawa's movie Ikiru. A very sad and tragic movie about a man that discovers the meaning of living only after he finds out he's going to die...

[Billyum7]

i liked the 1st more but the 2nd was awesome tooo

[happy_doughnut]

Ah! Thanks for all the nice comments, you guys. I really, really appreciate them. It makes me happy to know that you enjoy what I've submitted thus far, miss Pu. ^__^

As far as what Carlito said, I agree with you... wholeheartedly. What you said it so true in so many ways. The only thing is that this truth is something that is a little difficult to realize, and furthermore, even harder to turn it into a vivid reality. But, I do thank you for that advice. I asure you I shan't forget it. =)

Moving on, as I said in my first post, poetry is difficult for me. It just simply is hard for me to sit down and get inspired... to write beautiful and meaningful lines full of musical feeling. I can't really do this, and this is why I stay away from poetry .

The next, I must forewarn you, is a piece of fiction I wrote a couple months ago, and is extremely long. I mean.... really long. I'm not sure how many of you will actually want to read this, but I'll post it anyway, just in case someone does. The story isn't completed: it's a type of horror/mystery/strangeness type of thing that still needs a proper ending, but I just... didn't go through with it. >__< Maybe, if it's worth it, I will. For now this is my next entry. Tee hee. :p


[Disclaimer: Paragraphs in italics are character thoughts, not actual dialogue]:

Blood of the Faustus

Prologue **

A winged figure passes over the city of Wildcard. Only the flash of neon lights in the distance cast aside the shadows of the ever-restless night. The ebony wings of a raven are carried by the wind, as it touches down upon the roof of Kashtar’s Inn and drags its talons scraping along. Thick mists roll through cobblestone streets, muffling the pounding of hooves and the rolling of carriages that resound from beyond. Scarlet eyes gaze back at the stars for only a moment as if lost in deep contemplation.

The raven peers into the lighted windows. Its gaze lingers longingly upon an emerald-haired young dancer as she sways in rhythm to unheard music. Not a single sway or pivot of her hips goes unnoticed. And all the while, its heart is weighed down by an inexplicable sorrow. Not even the whistling gales can keep the creature’s curiosity at bay. Beady eyes watch her without relent, as if to undress the gymnast’s flawless form.

It had played this role in secret for years. And now all that time spent in isolation was about to payoff. But this would be different from all its other tasks. This time, it would be personal. Its breast swelled with pride. All the clues it had left behind for her had been leading up to this. All she had to do was grasp the answers, and her destiny would be one step closer to completion. Every trinket she uncovered brought on another flash of a life long forgotten. It would help her piece together her memories bit-by-bit if necessary. The raven grinned up at the full moon as black clouds swirled past the glowing surface. And then, its gaze inevitably fell back to her.

My love…soon, very soon, all shall change. For you, for me, and for the entire world of Gaia. Even I cannot foretell what the future holds. But I can cling to hope, however fragile. If everything indeed happens for a reason, am I wrong to conclude all mortals are but victims of fate? If so, then I shall be the one to sever these bonds. I know it's painful, but this shall be for the best, in the long run. Under my guidance, you cannot hope to grow. I must leave you to walk your own path.
Farewell, my love. One day, our destinies will once again intertwine. I can only pray that it shall be soon.

Even death is powerless before true love.

* * *

Valerie exited the stage and cast a towel over her shoulder as beads of perspiration glistened on her skin. The large crowds of sweaty men had gathered to clap and cheer, entranced by her peerless features. The leotard clung to her skin as moisture seeped through the rose designs and the thin layer of snowy-white material that cloaked her curvaceous form. She undid the cap to a bottle of water and drank deep, before splashing it over herself without thought. Though it cooled her down instantaneously, it also drenched the fabric. Only those splotches of lacy roses hid her delicates, as the rest of the saturated fabric left her exposed to a perceptive eye. Milky skin shone through and gleamed under the lights above.

And even worse was when the leotard crawled into her unmentionables from hours of weaving about. She flushed and picked the fabric free. The emptied plastic bottle clanged into the wastebasket. But the crowd never turned away from her even for a moment. Each step she took was like a feather in the wind; so graceful it could cut through the ocean without so much as a ripple. But to Valerie, it was just another lonely night. Another meaningless excursion that failed to elevate her towards her greatest dream.

Oh, she couldn’t deny she enjoyed the work. The blissful stares that made her feel needed were mixed with the cries of adoration from her endless streams of fans. But in the end, like all she’d ever done since she’d come to the inn, it left her hollow. A part of her remained missing and refused to reveal itself. Relics from a former existence continued to appear unexpectedly all over the inn. When she touched them, tantalizing scraps of those long suppressed memories resurfaced. But they held far more questions than answers. All those relics did was taunt her, especially the cross at her breast.

She breathed a sigh of relief, eager to free herself of the white leotard that clung to her skin. Stepping from the stage, she headed towards the common room. A private table was set for her each night. The crowd followed her every movement without relenting. There were plenty of seedy joints in Wildcard. She knew that she was the only one who kept them coming back, even if her dancing was rather tame compared to what the rest of the city had to offer. But then, she wouldn’t even consider taking up work in either one of the casinos or the gentlemen clubs.

Valerie cast her fans a weary smile, despite the disconcerting feeling that washed over her. Like parasites, they clung to her every word and movement, always demanding more. She’d given it her all every time she’d walked onto that stage, but it had never been enough. Her muscles ached and her heart pounded against her ribcage, yet they continued to demand more, to push her past her limits.

...

[happy_doughnut]

...


I love the people of this city. But I never expected I’d be so well received. What is it that brings them such hope in these dark times? What sets me apart from any other woman? There are plenty of beautiful women in Wildcard. I hate to reject my fans, but I’ve always been a solitary person. If I couldn’t disassociate myself from the crowds every time I stepped onto that stage I’d never have lasted. But then, my body has a habit of moving on its on. It’s instinct. It’s what I was born to do.

For some reason, crowds have always made me uncomfortable. It’s like being trapped in a garden and surrounded by countless beasts. Vile creatures that would want to tear me apart, or worse. No, how could I even think of my fans like that? I should be ashamed, making such an awful comparison. So, why won’t it go away? I feel like I’m being swallowed up here, like my soul’s being oppressed…

Valerie edged away as the mob formed rings around her. A noxious cloud of sweat, and the rank odor of watered-down beer threatened to overwhelm her nostrils. She swayed as the common room swirled about her. Her head swam with dizziness. A vein throbbed at her temple as milky skin flushed pink. Hands curled at her sides as she stiffened and bit her lip. The taste of her lime-green lipstick soured the tip of her tongue.

Luckily, her fears of being swallowed by the growing crowd were soon put to rest. She breathed a sigh of relief as her close friend Fionna intervened by coming to stand in front of her. The young waitress took Valerie by the arm and dragged her to the table furthest from the rowdy pack of lecherous men. They reluctantly parted but their eyes never left her.

"Back off, all of you! I don't want any trouble here." Kashtar said, the old keeper of the inn standing defiantly before the crowd with nothing more than a battered cane in hand. His rust-colored robes were marked by dust and caked in dirt. A thick jet of white hair cascaded behind the hunched figure and vanished beneath a thick hood. He raised the cane and lifted himself to his full height as he pointed at every individual.

First came the cries of disappointment, echoing through the chambers of the rustic old inn. Their demands for more fell on deaf ears, for the innkeeper refused to be intimidated. Nor was he above whacking one of them with a quick snap of his cane when they got out of line. After several minutes of empty threats, the crowd gradually dispersed with groans beneath their rank breath as they retired to their own tables for the night.

“Thank you, Kashtar.” Valerie said.

“It was nothing. I have to watch out for my family. Get some rest, okay?”

Kashtar shook his head in disgust, plopping down at one of the hardwood tables and casting his rustic hood over his wrinkled face. At first he intended to only rest his eyes, which gazed down at the crinkled newspaper before him. But slowly he began to doze off, with only his beaten walking cane to keep him company. Even the low lights and chatter of the patrons couldn't keep him awake. Another hard day of teaching the Branford children had taken its toll.

Fionna helped Valerie to a chair, grabbing the towel from her shoulder and wiping the sweat from Valerie's brow. She watched while Valerie gasped for breath. And in a way, she couldn’t help but envy her. While Valerie spent the night dancing away, Fionna was working the rounds to bring food and drinks to all who’d gathered and chasing away countless wandering hands. Normally, she’d relish the attention, but not when so many eyes were upon Valerie and she was nothing more than a compensation prize.

Valerie’s chest heaved as her lungs threatened to collapse. She was winded from hours of relentless dancing with only small breaks in-between. Her head pounded while heat swirled through her breast. She fiddled with the cross that hung from her neck. Even when dancing or bathing, she refused to remove it. She even wore it to sleep. It was the one thing that bound her to her former life.

"I'm impressed, Valerie. I can only dream of matching your grace."

Valerie shook her head. "You're far more graceful than I am. I'm just spry, like a cat. It takes real class to be like you. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you really were a princess. You certainly act like one. That diner attire really suits you."

"Flatterer. But it won't get you any free meals, I'm afraid," Fionna grinned as she laid the towel back on Valerie's shoulders. "Just wait here, and I'll bring you a nice hot bowl of soup; and something to drink, too. You look rather beat, I'll admit."

"You needn't..." Valerie began.

But Fionna had already taken off towards the kitchen. Her long red hair bobbed behind her. Each section was tied in silken ribbons. The pink and white waitress attire only served to enhance her slender figure. Tiny bosoms and a thin waist swayed in answer to her proud strut. But the forced grin and the glitter of her green eyes never faded.

Valerie sighed, slouching back in her chair as she tried to relax. She felt naked under the countless eyes of the bar patrons, their stares seeming to bypass her outer physique – trying to penetrate within her. Her muscles tensed. She’d honed her body to perfection from the dances she gave each night. But her appearance belied her true strength. Though she hated to resort to violence, she’d bloodied quite a few noses when her friends were threatened.

The dull brown wooden walls of the inn were covered in nicks, just like the circular table beneath her. The tiny holes peeked at her, and often, she swore she could catch an eye gazing back through the tiny crevices. But she shook the unsettling feeling from her thoughts even as her skin crawled and beads of sweat dripped down her spine.

I should be used to this, by now. But even after years of staying here, little has changed. I still feel this inexplicable longing, like shreds of my soul have been torn apart. What is it that leaves me so unfulfilled? Is it love I seek? Or something else...?

I have no reason to complain. The Branford family was kind enough to take me in and give me a job and a roof over my head. The pay may not be great, but having a free room and meals for cheap can't be beaten.

My life needs more, though. I can't stay here forever. Sometimes, I wonder if I even have a purpose. Would anyone miss me if I were gone?

No, of course they would. Fionna. Jade, Kashtar, Odessa, Tina, Leigh, Feigh, Noel...heck, I bet even Cyrus would care, if only but a little. It won't do to brood. I have to make the most of what I'm given. I could be much worse off.

Valerie's thoughts were interrupted by a slight flutter. Her glance fell to a raven perched upon a far away windowsill. Rain had begun to beat against the inn. The ebony creature had come to rest under the roof overhead, shivering and puffing up in the relentless wind. Their eyes met. A cold chill rushed through the interior of the common room and caused her to shake involuntarily. But before Valerie could even begin to gather her senses, the regal figure had fluttered off into the mists of night.

Why is that raven so familiar? As soon as I laid eyes on him, it's like a dormant memory started to surface. But now, it's gone. The more I struggle to find it, the deeper it seems to want to recede. It’s just like when I touch the cross. I feel something hauntingly familiar., but then it’s gone.

Well… I guess it wasn't important. Still, I wish it’d stuck around – it’s rather lonely around here.

Fionna returned with a tray in hand, casting Valerie a cheerful, exaggerated smile while she took her seat across from the gymnast. "Hot soup and apple juice, coming right up." She said, setting the meal before Valerie.

"Thank you. That’s a very generous offer. Um…Fionna?"

"Yes?"

"Did you... see anything outside, by chance? Like a bird or something?"

Fionna shook her head. "Afraid not. I doubt anyone's foolish enough to be caught out in that storm. And it's only going to get worse, I'll bet."

"Oh. Thanks, anyway. I suppose it was nothing." Valerie lied.

I guess I shouldn't trouble myself further over things I can't control. It was just a bird...wasn't it? I must be going mad, obsessing over such trivial matters.

Fionna gripped Valerie's hand, as her fingers forced Valerie's lips to part into a smile. "Come on, cheer up! Don't think I'm going to let you carry on with this overbearing gloominess, just because of the weather outside. Have a drink of your apple juice. That always perks you up."

"You're right. Thanks, Fionna," Valerie sighed as she took a swig of the transient yellow liquid. The syrupy, crushed apples made her taste buds dance in anticipation for more. But then, apples were pretty much a staple of the continent of Gaia. They were the treasure of the common man.

Her gaze wandered over the low-lit and age-beaten walls and floors. The wood was filled with holes from years of disrepair, as if worms had burrowed through it, devouring everything in their path. The floorboards creaked every time a step was taken. And then there was the horrid echo that resounded like a ghostly wail when a sudden noise jarred the silence.

...

[happy_doughnut]

...


Sometimes, I wonder how Kashtar manages to keep this place afloat. He certainly doesn't pull in a lot of money, to hear Jade speak of it. I wish I could help him out more. But dancing and cleaning are about all I can do here.

Valerie shook her endless pondering away, meeting Fionna’s green eyes. She sighed as she leant upon her arm, "Sorry, my mind was wandering again."

"No need to apologize. I know you work hard. It's almost closing time, anyway. You should get some rest while you can. Tomorrow’s your off day, right? I can handle things here," Fionna winked.

Valerie nodded, sipping at her hot soup. Her thoughts were already beginning to stray again.

She tries so hard to hide it, but I know Fionna isn't really happy. Her smile is nothing but a façade to hide whatever pain she's locked away in her heart. I shouldn't pry, but still, she might need me. Fionna is like a little sister to me. I wouldn't want to let her down.

Valerie finished her meal, watching as the last of that night’s customers were led out of the café. Most had already retired to their rooms, leaving Kashtar's small crew of family members to clean up the mess. She forced herself to suppress a smile, seeing Noel dressed in the same attire as the other waitress' while he went to work.

He's probably more feminine than I am, when it comes down to it. I've never seen a man pass so well as a woman. It's a bit strange, but if that's what makes him happy, then I share his joy.

Only Cyrus never joins in on the upkeep. I guess he thinks he's above it. Oh well. It's not my place to reprimand him. I guess I should be thankful I'm not on clean up duty tonight.

Valerie rose from her table and stretched like a cat. The room was emptied save for its keepers. A grandfather clock ticked, while a phonograph provided scratchy music. The tinkle of raindrops continued to beat overhead. Moonlight spilled through the swaying curtains. A thin coat of dust marked the rotting wood as the occasional droplet of water leaked through the ceiling and bounced off the floor below.

Even after all that work, I still feel a bit frisky. Doubt I can rest right now, but I might as well try. It couldn't do any harm, at least. Besides, I’ll need my energy for tomorrow’s exercise routine. Just because I’m off doesn’t mean I can laze about.

"Good night, Fionna,” She yawned. “See you in the morning."
"Good night, Valerie. Rest well," Fionna curtsied, taking her broom and going about her business.

Valerie headed up the winding staircase. She was certain tomorrow would be just another day.

**TBC**

Thoughts? Comments? Eeks? :o

[minhhlai]

Originally Posted by happy_doughnut

As some of you may know, writing is something I enjoy doing, but it is also something I don't often share with others. This is probably because I either don't feel confident in my work, or because they are things so richly coated with my innermost feelings, that I prefer to tuck them away rather than have them exposed. However, I suppose there's no harm in displaying some things that I write every now and then. Mind you, they may not be stellar pieces; they may not even be close to it, but I can guarantee that whatever I write represents me and my sincere feelings at the current time.

Instead of making different threads, I will use this one to post whatever comes, thus the title. Surely an actual "diary" it won't be! That would be disastrous! But you get the idea.

And well, as you soon will see, I will be writing more stories/fan fics than anything else, because a poet I surely am not!

For now, here's something I wrote last night :

i for You

It was not written in the stars,
Nor was it whispered to me in a Spring breeze.
It did not come traveling from a land afar,
Nor did an Angel tell it to me in my sleep.

It was not sought in god’s scriptures,
Nor sipped in the form of a magical potion.
It did not take first sight as a picture,
Nor some unexplained sense of divine devotion.

It is not even in the words in this poem i write,
Nor is it hidden in the lyrics of my song.
All i know is what i feel in my heart is right,
For You are the one my soul has so longed,

It is something that will be forever true:
That this love i have vested to You shall never fade,
For my life is complete now that i’ve found You,
Because it was You for which I was made.

- Demi

*******

This is something I wrote last night when I was feeling rather, well, sad. Although I can be someone that easily relates to others, I still find it hard to relate myself to others. Albeit I can discuss others' problems with utter most sincerety and openess, I find it terribly difficult to express my own. This is the perfect example: Last night, when I said too much of what I shouldn't have and too little of what I should have, I could not let this other person know what I really and truly felt, and thus I then proceeded to writing this - a collective thought that expresses what I wanted to say.

first off i am not a attention driven person. with that said, i do not appreciate people taking credit for my work. i wrote that poem two years ago and now i've got some two bit hack saying that they wrote it. if you need proof of how long ago that work was written the first and earliest dated piece can be found on lovingyou.com under the search. so demi quit taking credit for work you never did!!! it impresses no one and makes you look even more pathetic!!!

[happy_doughnut]

Excuse me sir, but I don't understand what you mean. That poem was a revision of an excercise I did in 10th grade; just about tree years ago. In my English class, we were asked to follow rhythmic lines of a great many different poets. In the assignment, one was asked to create a vivid illusionary statement following the AB rhyme scheme.

Now, then... I'm not sure how you claim this to be your work, because I wrote this along time ago, in an attempt to follow a guideline. The one I wrote in pen I still have: this one is an updated version of something written a long time ago, followed step by step in an assignment.

Out of my sheer imagination, I give you that, it didn't come from, for it was the product of a poetic formula.

I don't really understand. Perhaps what you wrote is similar to what was supposed to be writen according to the assignment given.

If you'd like, I'll gladly take it back: it was a revised assignment, anyway. I wouldn't want you to think anyone is stealing your work because I know I'm surely not.

I would have appreciated if you had contacted me first: I would have explained instead of having you blatantly accusing me of something I didn't do.

[Faile]

First off; I've tidied the thread up a little. Why he felt the need to post three times is beyond me.

Secondly, I went to check if his story is correct but lovingyou.com was just so horribly saccharine I nearly had all my teeth stolen by the tooth fairy. You've left no proof of your supposed date (a url to an original posting perhaps) and I can only conclude you're here to kick up a fuss, and thats not really welcome. Now come back with some sort of proof to your allegations or beat it, minhhlai.

[merylsilverburg]

Mena-chan, that Blood of the Faustus is just too good. I love it, though I'm sorry my comment is a bit late, I don't check this forum much. Anyway, what I'm saying is, I'm looking forward to more and as soon as the story is done, I'm printing it out and saving it. Where'd you get your inspiration to write it? I love the setting you placed and the details are fantastic too (I literally imagined everything...from the city to the inn to the characters...though I feel Valerie could use a bit more description, but that's just me). I really love it doughnut, continue it whenever you can, okay?