So many stories, so little expected critique.


SnapshotsPraise to the morning, Wherein a solitary golden orb Arises from the ashen ground. Like the phoenix it is reborn, Periodic upon the march of time. Climbing slowly into the blue Amongst shimmering ivory wisps.Snapshots
Along the striped skies The bluebird flies Towards the horizon, Racing to greet the sheen of the world Of glistening amber and luscious green, Of lucid blue and precious red, Of the woods and of the deserts, Of the skies and of the seas.
And the patriarchal wolf Prowls the woods To find new life In the new day.


An Untitled Novel - Prologue© 2005, Nathan Schaad Prologue Amongst the grandest flora of the grandest jungle of the land, beneath the mournful glow of the moons and the stars, through paths and beneath the watchful eye, the creature weaved through the darkest shadows. Though rarely to be seen in public light, at points segments of its body could be viewed as it slithered through the heavy foliage. Occasionally the light would reveal a bend upward in the serpentine body, and should someone glance higher then, a single pair of powerful arms could be viewed. Looking higher still, an ominous boa’s head rested atop the strange creature’s shouldeAn Untitled Novel - Prologue
Sky Spheres
And now you're the zombie's friend. =3
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welcome to DA.
I'll have my first piece up as soon as I figure out where it belongs
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