Monday, February 12, 2024

Valerine Apple

They called her Valerine Apple with rosy, round cheeks,

Peppered and freckled, a near florid complexion

as she sang sweet songs in the passing weeks,

Swaying in a ring among all thee’s affection.


Sprouted from the hazel green locks

Yet morning Suns burnt her red, 

above sable ravens flying like hawks

a singular brown strand atop her crowned head.


Her sky was not of the azure heavens

Brimming instead with fresh leaves 

The scent of life from the oak’s gum resin

Her kin beside her so one could thieve.


The chirps of the birds pervaded her ears

yet the night offered comfort and shade

And she had no trepidations or fears

for she knew how the red fruit stayed.

 

Sunday, February 11, 2024

Siren Song

Hey guys, I wanted to share you an exciting sneak peak at the end of the first chapter of The Mage's Artifice. I hope you enjoy!

    She found her lips moving, not in words and stories, but in song. 

    The Siren Song of Valerine Valencia.

    It poured out of her like a wave in the storm, cursing every man and woman that traipsed aboard the ship. She could feel every heart pulsating beneath their soft flesh, and in her mind, she could take every remnant of their souls as she pleased. She could rip their minds in two and it would be merciful. She shuddered, and they shuddered with her, linked to her like a hand held a hand, like a fist tightly enclosing around them until they were no more. The men had fallen, paralyzed by the Song of the Siren for her first song was filled with ceaseless passion and anger, uncontrollable even to her. She could feel her body transforming, and she willed herself to do so, suddenly finding herself standing aboard the ship among the fallen men, neither alive nor dead, only shells of broken bodies. The young Bard stood amidst the others, silent, unwavering. Only then did she place her hands on his skin, icy in the tear stained night, and ripped back flesh, revealing the bones and the dark red blood she so eagerly consumed, heart and mind and soul gone from the very beautiful boy that once was alive.


Vallyn's Song - Scriptwriting Practice!

Int. Vallyn A man's weathered boot collides with blackened sand. Winds howl profusely, carrying specks of dust through the eerie atmosph...