Thursday, March 15, 2012


In many of my stories, Kali is a hierarchy, a magician, and a both good and evil being.  In a new story, she is a magician, but she is quiet and living her life alone.  She lives in a shack out in the wilderness and works in her small neighboring art shed where she writes, reads, creates things out of the nature around her, practices sorcery, and sits just to be warm and out of the wind.

In this story, she wants nothing more than to live her life as it comes, but she doesn't expect the war about to arouse in her land, and the new friends and foes she will gain.  Not knowing how to handle all of this at once, she tries to escape to another land, but she is caught by both sides fighting this war and forced to choose a side.  Kali uses her strong will and personality, which she was just beginning to discover, and her magic in order to put an end to this war.  She is helped by love, hate, and friendship as well.

She meets her new life-long friend, Avon, during these wars, and they both try to make peace between the two sides, but as the story runs, Kali discovers not only friendship and loyalty, but also deceit and chaos.  With prior knowledge of books she read and her parents' wisdom from long ago, she begins to understand the psychology of the people around her.

by Raven

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Of Each Foggy Night

She is a beautiful starry night
Her lands shrouded with fog;
And her fog causes us sorrow and delight
For the next day to come.

And she washes away his troubles
For he appears when the sun comes out;
Thrilling, yet willing
He comes into her clean residence.

They dance at twilight
Cleaned by the fog of her feathers at night
Before the next dawn when they dance again.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

The Raven Observes

A young man asks a girl to dance the waltz.  Meanwhile in the background, the raven observes them and  holds a pen, showing its intelligence and curiousness as it watches the things that go on about the species of human beings.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

When Swythe Was Drunk

An old short story I did a while back, made into a poem.

Sometimes, I like to think I live in a small town in a small crack
Just big enough to fit me
And get by in life without making a big show of it.
Some people like to live in small cracks
Just big enough to fit themselves
While others live so large
They suffocate at to bottom of their crack
Because a million other people are piled on top of them.
Perhaps all this explaining I am doing is getting painful
            Since all I am doing is talking about human society
            So now I will finish explaining and start my story.
Deep in the bowls of the city of Los Vegas,
Which is the city that I live  
I was walking down the street and a man around my age (22 or so)
Came and randomly stomped on my foot.  
Now like the "good" person I am, I gladly ignored him
And went on walking to my car.  
Unfortunately, this wretched young man followed me
And tapped on my shoulder about five times
Before I finally turned around and slapped him.  
Yes, it doesn't seem quite right that this handsome guy deserved the slap
But he was getting on my nerves big time.
It ends up being, this guy was trying to ask for directions,
Which I had no clue in the slightest he was doing
 And he didn't quite know how to say it in words.  
I began to think he was drunk.  
If he was, I would probably take him back to his home until he recovered
Instead of taking him to the police department
And making my life a whole lot more complicated.  
Perhaps it would be even easier
To just leave him here for another person to deal with,
But this guy wouldn't stop following me.
I agreed to take him back to his house and said that if he didn't shut up
I would put him on the street where he belongs  
Okay, looking back I think that was a little harsh to say  
But he gladly shut up until I returned him to his house.  
After that, he asked if I had "the time"  
And I told him 9:20.
He then said it again.  I grew annoyed.  
Finally, I figured out that he was asking if I could stay
And help him with burning CDs on his computer.  
He told me that he was part of a band
 He told me that his name was Swythe Tenon
Which is a rather odd name I must say
And he said that he would pay me if I burned the CDs for him.  
I accepted.  I didn't see any violence
Or any mischief in his eyes
So I accepted, and I burned as many CDs as I could
While Swythe crashed on the couch.  
I don't know how long it was
But I seemed to have woken up in an odd place
With a great big crick in my neck
And a big pile of CDs lying all around me.  
I looked around and saw that this was Swythe's house
Oh, of course.  
And in the kitchen, Swythe was cooking
And after a long few minutes of realizing who I was
He came out with a plate of food for me.  
I began to feel like I had been the drunk one.  
I gladly ate the food
And told him about myself so that I would feel like and honored guest
Rather than just some idiot who burned CDs until 12:00 last night.  
I told Swythe how I liked to play the electric violin.  
Swythe told me about his band.  He asked
If he could hear me play sometime.  
I accepted his invitation.
Though I had never dreamed of being in a band before
I can somehow imagine myself on stage
Rocking away on my electric violin
Getting galvanized by the crowd around me.  
I had always wanted to live a simple life in a small crack
But I guess it's fine too that I'm in a band.  
In a way, I'm glad that Swythe out of all people
Stomped on my foot when he was drunk.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Myth of the Beginning of the Kabuniverse

How the kabuniverse was created...

          Within the Nothingness and Everythingness, there is a kabuniverse that expands forever and ever.  Within that kabuniverse lies the universes that also expand forever and ever.  Within the universes are the galaxies, and within the galaxies are the stars and solar systems.
          Before the kabuniverse came into being, there was Nothingness and Everythingness.  The Nothingness and Everythingness had no form, yet every form possibly imagined.  Throughout time, the kabuniverse formed within this Nothingness and Everythingness.  As more time passed, the universes formed, and then the galaxies and the solar systems.  After the kabuniverse was formed, the Nothingness and Everythingness decided to take shape as the Something, which would be everything within the kabuniverse.
          Some say the Gusyt, (which is Everything, Nothing, Something, and Time) took form as a god.  Some say it took form as something as simple as bacteria.  Some say it is a silver dragon called Zxero who has the entire kabuniverse within its body.  Some say it is the creator.  Either way, the Gusyt is perceived in many ways, and therefore, is unnamed, yet named everything in the entire kabuniverse.

A myth created for the sake of literature...

Monday, September 26, 2011

Praise to "Frindle's Rising!"

Here's to Kirin-Chan's latest story, Frindle's Rising!  So far, the story is great.  It is about the rise of power and the creation of a new world filled with danger.  So far,  Frindle has taken over with her power and ability to wield iron, even though she is one of the fey who is supposed to be sensitive to iron.  She kills the king and queen of the fey and becomes powerful.  Though she is long dead after about three centuries, her spirit still lingers.  Somehow, the hero-- or heroes of this story will defeat Frindle's power and let a free life prevail!  I can't wait for the next part.  Write on, my fellow comrade!

A poem of tribute to the story:

In the deepest crack of night
The fey take flight;
They drive the old dead day spirits away.

With their souls they will fight
Have no fright;
We shall drive her swiftly away!

But sir, she wields something powerful
And I am quite sorrowful
For she will kill us all!

But with our wit and heart
She won't tear us apart
Someday, we will find a way. 

Woot!  Looking forward to more.  I will update more on the stories my fellow comrades create on later posts.  For now, farewell!

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Poem to Star Rider

Star Rider

Oh please oh please

Take me higher!

To the sky land,

And the sea of stars shall meet!

To where the birds shall stay together,

Or cause mischief for one another.

May the story takes us around the world,

May it take us to a place unknown,

Or anything that comes to:

The author,

The mother of this story.