The Randomness of Life

This one is to my friend, the sister of my heart. Inspired by her and written about her.

Please, no flames on this one - it was written from my heart.

Sister-Friend

Dragon-Tamer
Fire-Walker
Peace-Bringer
Heart-Warmer
Secret-Keeper
Trust-Maker
Friendship-Healer
Sister-Friend

Another poem of mine - this week seems to be a creative one for me...
I am torn on this one - wheither to extend it past its current ending, or to let it be as it is, short, simple, and compact. Let me know what you think of it.
-The Wanderer

Lost

Drowned
Within a sea of imagination
Trapped
Within a cage of my own design
Veiled
Within my own creation
Lost
Within the labyrinth of my mind

(This is just a random story I wrote that was continued on for several chapters before being disbanded. I ran across it a little while back, and was caught agian by this segment. As I couldn't bring myself to throw it out, I'll toss it up here - tell me what you think of it. [no stealing, even if I'm not currently writing the story myself - it still is my work, and I will not take kindly to it being taken.])

Entering the dark and smoke-filled tavern, you pause by the side of the door, waiting for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting within. After a moment, you can see clearly enough to risk moving, and glance around the filthy room at your fellow patrons.

As your gaze moves to the far corner, a figure catches your eyes, making them pause in their journey. Sitting with her back to the wall, both exits well within her sight-range, is a young woman cloaked in grey, with hair of a startling white.

Feeling your gaze upon her, she looks up, her eyes meeting yours, causing a cold shiver to run down your spine; a sudden crackle from an ill-kept flickering fireplace dances across her face, and you see a pair of palely glinting eyes laugh dangerously at you. Suddenly nervous, you are glad when she turns back to her companion, formerly unnoticed, and you find unconsciously tightened muscles relaxing and can barely refrain from uttering a sigh of relief.

"I said - what'da'ya have?" said a irritated voice, breaking through your paralysis and knocking you back into conscious thought. Looking for the voices source, you see the barkeeper, leaning over the filthy bar and glaring irritatedly at you, as though he'd been trying to get your order from some time.

Blinking, and shaking your head slightly to clear it, you turn to respond to the irritated barkeeper at long last. "A beer, I'll have a beer” You say, meeting his annoyed gaze squarely. Snorting, he turns his back to you and goes to get your beer.

Slamming your drink down hard enough to make it spill over onto the already filthy counter, the 'keep glares at you; without a comment, you pull a gald coin out of your wallet to pay for your drink. Picking up your mug, you find an empty table and you sit down, your back to the wall.

Staring into the murky depths of your drink, you are startled by a sudden bark of harsh laughter, drawing your attention back to the corner table and its occupants.

Looking at the table over the rim of your tankard, you can see the woman's companion clearly for the first time. His unkempt appearance and dark complexion make him the pallor opposite of his fair companion, for he looks anything but reputable. Frowning, you find yourself thinking that he looks vaguely like the slaver you glimpsed on your way through the market early that morning.

The object of your thoughts stands suddenly, throwing back his hood, his eyes glinting in amusement. Grabbing his mug, the dark-haired man raises it in a mocking toast to his...companion. Downing the entire amount in one gulp, the man slams it down upon the table when he is finished, smirking at the woman who is looking up at him coldly. Looking down at her, he lets out another grating bark of laughter and, smirking, walks out of the bar.

After watching the crude man's exit, you allow your eyes travel back to his former companion, watching as she slowly sets down her still-filled tankard, her shoulders slumping slightly in a gesture that confuses you.

Standing, she pulls her hood up over her startlingly white hair, and, re-settling her grey cloak around her, she prepares to go out into the darkened night.

A slight movement catches your eyes as she shifts slightly and a gald coin appears upon the table she was sitting at. Feeling your eyes still upon her, she turns; a pair of glinting eyes clash harshly against yours before you force yourself to look away, unable to maintain contact with the raw yet unidentifiable emotion in her eyes for long.

A swift movement brings her to your table and past it; you barely have time to register a brief pressure upon your shoulder, as if a hand had rested there momentarily, before she is out of the tavern and into the night.

Feeling somewhat lost, as though a great kindness had been gifted upon you, and you are yet unsure of who it was granted by and why it was that it was given...

Turning, you look out the doorway and into the darkened night, your shoulder still feeling the slight pressure of a gentle hand resting briefly upon it...[/SIZE]

I was hanging out with some of my friends today at one of their houses, and discovered yet agian that it is a truly bad thing to give my friends caffine. After a bit of Mountain Dew (Pepsi in my case) in their systems, two of them (brothers in fact) started chasing each other around the room, trying to kill eachother or something. I think the younger brother insulted the elder or something - but it ended up with the younger of the two curled up in a ball on the floor - having been kicked in nuts.

Needless to say, the amusment progressed from there - they truly are an infinite supply of amusement.

off fer now
-The Wonderer