A Sonnet to the Fantable by Spurfy-Sora, literature
Literature
A Sonnet to the Fantable
To friendship made maudlin by many miles:
Mere words are not enough, but words must do.
Nothing can replace your merry smiles,
Nor the surety that you stand still true.
We have been linked a short eternity,
And forged through steadfast friendship's endless forms
Fam'ly forgetful of paternity:
In normal manner defiéd all norms.
You are my anchor though I'm far from port;
You are my laughter's wellspring, well-misséd.
Through my sorrows and strains, you lend support
And turn bleak skies not bleak but sun-kisséd.
And though I mourn that we are kept apart
You are forever written on my heart.
It all happened very quickly. He had just spent a wonderful evening with his fiancé (particularly considering she had barely been speaking to him earlier that day)... and then they stopped back at her apartment, and she had found that note from that despicable Opera Ghost, and she had refused to see reason and he'd been trying to make her understand-and then he was here.
Although Raoul was not quite certain where "here" was. He was reasonably sure that it was not Christine's apartment anymore (though in that place, nothing was quite out of the question ), but aside from that there was no telling. It was a great hall composed of
Words, words, words.
Shakespeare knew. He knew the power of language. It's a power that is overwhelming, that can shape lives and leave you laughing or weeping over a simple turn of phrase. It's a power that has infinite possibilities.
I've been fascinated with that power since I first learned the alphabet. I have in my possession a story-about a unicorn, of course-that I wrote when I was in kindergarten. It isn't anything particularly unique, or noteworthy, but it's a reminder that even then I was exploring the incredible idea that words can do anything. Entire worlds and the people that filled them were at my fingertips, if I would
"This place is officially dead," Gina informed the empty restaurant. The night shift at the Doublemeat Palace was usually pretty slow, but tonight there was a strange lack of customers. Not that she minded at all. The less work she had to do, the more time she had to dwell on things like the blackness of her soul and rotting corpses. Being a blonde goth without the budget for hair dye was bad enough; stick her in a fast food uniform and she felt that she had to compensate somehow.
There was a sign of life from the kitchen. "Great," Percy said, emerging from the back. "That mean I can step out for a smoke?"
She had to fight back her hor
Dear Me,
First of all, you need to close your eyes and take a deep breath. Whatever it is, it's nothing you can't handle. I know that you're doubting yourself and uncertain and probably scared too, but I also know you. You're strong, even though you don't feel like it. You're brave, even when you're shaking in your boots. And above all, you have that drive to do what you need to, no matter how hard it is. So you just take a moment and remind yourself that you can do it.
No regrets, girl. That means putting yourself on the line, risking embarrassment, leaving behind that self-consciousness that holds you back. Think hard. Have you e
Your words are so passionate that sometimes I can almost believe that youre up there spilling your heart in front of me. Every so often youll glance my direction and I can pretend, even though you look right past me, that maybe somehow your speech is meant for me. As if something I could do would ever make you unveil that much of yourself, or feel that deeply. Its so voyeuristic, seeing you so apparently candid and drinking in every sound that you make.
At least I can watch you without looking away again in fear that youll notice me. Everyone else is looking at you too, so that makes it okay. Every nuance of your
A Sonnet to the Fantable by Spurfy-Sora, literature
Literature
A Sonnet to the Fantable
To friendship made maudlin by many miles:
Mere words are not enough, but words must do.
Nothing can replace your merry smiles,
Nor the surety that you stand still true.
We have been linked a short eternity,
And forged through steadfast friendship's endless forms
Fam'ly forgetful of paternity:
In normal manner defiéd all norms.
You are my anchor though I'm far from port;
You are my laughter's wellspring, well-misséd.
Through my sorrows and strains, you lend support
And turn bleak skies not bleak but sun-kisséd.
And though I mourn that we are kept apart
You are forever written on my heart.
It all happened very quickly. He had just spent a wonderful evening with his fiancé (particularly considering she had barely been speaking to him earlier that day)... and then they stopped back at her apartment, and she had found that note from that despicable Opera Ghost, and she had refused to see reason and he'd been trying to make her understand-and then he was here.
Although Raoul was not quite certain where "here" was. He was reasonably sure that it was not Christine's apartment anymore (though in that place, nothing was quite out of the question ), but aside from that there was no telling. It was a great hall composed of
Words, words, words.
Shakespeare knew. He knew the power of language. It's a power that is overwhelming, that can shape lives and leave you laughing or weeping over a simple turn of phrase. It's a power that has infinite possibilities.
I've been fascinated with that power since I first learned the alphabet. I have in my possession a story-about a unicorn, of course-that I wrote when I was in kindergarten. It isn't anything particularly unique, or noteworthy, but it's a reminder that even then I was exploring the incredible idea that words can do anything. Entire worlds and the people that filled them were at my fingertips, if I would
"This place is officially dead," Gina informed the empty restaurant. The night shift at the Doublemeat Palace was usually pretty slow, but tonight there was a strange lack of customers. Not that she minded at all. The less work she had to do, the more time she had to dwell on things like the blackness of her soul and rotting corpses. Being a blonde goth without the budget for hair dye was bad enough; stick her in a fast food uniform and she felt that she had to compensate somehow.
There was a sign of life from the kitchen. "Great," Percy said, emerging from the back. "That mean I can step out for a smoke?"
She had to fight back her hor
Dear Me,
First of all, you need to close your eyes and take a deep breath. Whatever it is, it's nothing you can't handle. I know that you're doubting yourself and uncertain and probably scared too, but I also know you. You're strong, even though you don't feel like it. You're brave, even when you're shaking in your boots. And above all, you have that drive to do what you need to, no matter how hard it is. So you just take a moment and remind yourself that you can do it.
No regrets, girl. That means putting yourself on the line, risking embarrassment, leaving behind that self-consciousness that holds you back. Think hard. Have you e
Your words are so passionate that sometimes I can almost believe that youre up there spilling your heart in front of me. Every so often youll glance my direction and I can pretend, even though you look right past me, that maybe somehow your speech is meant for me. As if something I could do would ever make you unveil that much of yourself, or feel that deeply. Its so voyeuristic, seeing you so apparently candid and drinking in every sound that you make.
At least I can watch you without looking away again in fear that youll notice me. Everyone else is looking at you too, so that makes it okay. Every nuance of your
Current Residence: Planet Earth Favourite genre of music: Classical, rock, everything... Favourite style of art: the awesome kind Skin of choice: ...that sounds really Slitheen. Favourite cartoon character: Beetlejuice, if i have to choose Personal Quote: Moose!
Certain people (*coughKelli*) have been bothering me about what I want this year, so I present to you my annual bday/Secret Santa list post. Is this seriously all I ever use my journal for these days? Whatever. Here are some ideas.
:bulletred: Books! Always books. Particularly this http://www.amazon.com/Stardust-Gift-Edition-Neil-Gaiman/dp/0062200399/ref=pd_sim_b_1 (yes, that exact edition because it is gorgeous) or Kaze Hikaru after volume 15.
:bulletorange: Movies! For example, the Avengers, Sliding Doors, Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist...idk what else XD
:bulletyellow: I adore mugs and blank journals. These are things I will al
Oh hey, I guess I should make a Secret Santa list or something. I'm gonna be honest--the one thing I really wanted this year, I got (a bowl trip to anywhere but Detroit, if you were curious). That means I'm having a really hard time coming up with ideas for you guys, but I'll give it my best shot.
:bulletred: The Incredibles. I want a copy of this movie. Also How to Train Your Dragon.
:bulletorange: Any fandom related calendars.
:bulletyellow: Buffy, Season 8 graphic novels. I have some of the random comics set near the end, but nothing toward the beginning or even middle
:bulletgreen: I can always use more blank journals and mugs
:b
... that murder is an aphrodisiac?
Deathtrap. A thriller in two acts. One set, five characters. A juicy murder in Act One, unexpected developments in Act Two. Sound construction, good dialogue, laughs in the right places. Highly commercial.
Words cannot describe how much I love this play. There is so much fantastic humor and violence and plot twisting that you'd never expect in a million years and breaking of the fourth wall and AHHHHHHHH! When I first signed on to do this, I was terrified of the responsibility involved and afraid that directing would be incredibly stressful and take all the fun out of being involved in a play. Not so