Beauty By Starlight:

You and I have conversations in my head. Everyday I plead with you to see sense and reason. I see you there and only wish I could move into your head... mostly so I could scream and you would actually hear me. If no one else is strong enough to make you hear than maybe I can be the John Lennon of my generation and cut off Medusa's head. Do you hear me? Standing so far over here? Do you hear me? Can you hear the people that disagree? Do you even care that they think you are wrong? In a general sense, we firmly believe that you should ignore those that speak against you. That you should speak from the heart and go for your dreams… But those that speak like you are rarely speaking of dreams, rarely speaking of truth; you only speak of money and power. You say you want a Revolution. Well, we all want to change the world… The world will be alright. The world will survive you. But when you approach me like that famous duo and try to push your “beliefs” on me, I will use my po...

She had been waiting for morning, dreading it, aware that it could not be stopped. As she lay in bed she pondered the events of the past few weeks. The arrest, the trial, the conviction, the postponement… It was all too much and it had happened too quickly. One moment she clutched her darling child to her chest while begging for mercy and the next she was seized by the guards. The date had been the second of May in the year of our lord 1536. The Queen was cheerfully watching a game of real tennis while lightheartedly gossiping with her ladies in waiting. It was peaceful and tranquil, possibly too tranquil. She was soon handed a missive, one that told her of the privy council needing an audience with her. She was a very influential woman who was well aware of this fact. Thusly, she swiftly went to meet with the men in question. As she entered the room she came face to face with her old friend Thomas Cromwell. It was she who had helped him gain favor with the council. He was a t...

Hello everybody! I recently had an idea to see if I could write a story based on music I heard. Now, this song (500 miles by the Proclaimers) in particular was chosen for me by the White Viking. He seemed to think this was an impossible song. Let's see how I did...  He was so in love. He still was not sure as to exactly when it hit him, but god was he in love with her. They had gotten a little apartment on the East End of Manhattan. It was their one bedroom safe haven and every single time she walked in the door he was genuinely happy to see her. They had met in college. She was in marketing and he was in the arts. It took him a long time to get up the nerve to ask her out but when he finally did her sole response was “God that took you forever.” She than simply smiled and walked away. He watched her go in complete shock. From that day forward they were inseparable. Some would say he followed her around like a puppy but he simply knew what he wanted. And what he wanted was t...