Thursday, July 28, 2011

About time I put something...meaningful?

Well, it's been a while since I've ever actually put anything on this thing besides the occasional depressing poem that I didn't even write. Going to North Carolina tomorrow so I might as well do something with this.

Anyways, I've spent a lot of time writing for a story I've had cooking up over the year. It's a sci-fi/fantasy mix. That's all I'll say but I like it. I think it has potential.

Also writing a samurai western story in the same vein as Lone Wolf and Cub. Still in the "beyond-beta" stage but I think it also has potential. Typical story about revenge but I think it has different things. For starters the main character wields two revolvers, a katana, and wears a large red hat as he walks across the desert and such. Just starting so it's in the works.

An idea keeps running through my head about an island that rises from the depths of the ocean filled with people that have been living there for years. They all wear masks that allows their minds to connect like the internet connects computers. Another idea is an idea of a psychic detective that battles the otherworldly as they try to encroach upon the realms of our world. Might add it to the other idea of a man who can control space and time, manipulate the course of time to his advantage and can see all possibilities of the world, all the while trying to pave the way to salvation much like God Emperor Leto tries to set humanity on the Golden Path in Dune. Except my guy is fighting Cthulhu demons, not machines (spoiler).

Anyways, that's all I've been up to. Doubt anyone reads this but there you go. My cry for attention.

Night.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

To a Tomorrow That Never Comes

Kill one...we kill for today.
Kill two...we kill for tomorrow.
Kill three souls...the blood flows thick.
Hatred is heavy and blood is dark.

Though tears can be hidden, all hearts break.

Starlight seeps into the bone
Blood runs dry in frozen hearts
And night descends on tangled fields.

A homeless journey beyond dark fate.

Lament of wildflowers,
Moan of wind,
Blooming in shadow,
Hell's sweet blossoms.

Eyes fixed on phantoms,
We look to tomorrows that never come.

- Lone Wolf and Cub
Vol. 17: The Will of the Fang
The Eighty-Third: To a Tomorrow That Never Comes