Paean Stories

Words are the dim shadows of the forgotten ones, the ones left behind - they are the smiles of the saddened, and the frowns of the kind.

A collection of short poems following the lifespans of relationships. This one is from Our Mother

she was tired so she had two options: to sleep or to write she chose to write - a poetry, prose and paean collection

Lost at sea and washed up on the shore of an island far off the coast of Pyrrhia, Halo was rescued and raised by a couple of kind FeatherWings. She knows the island of Paean, and it's magical mountain tops like the back of her talons and her parents are as lovely as any dragon could ask for, but she knows nothing of herself. When it is discovered that she, like a large fraction of Paean's FeatherWing population, is in fact, an animus dragon though does not originate from Paean initially she is determined to find out where she came from and who she is, though it may be a journey far more dangerous than she ever imagined.

Pastel Paean is a collection of poems penned with articulate perfection and individual perception, handwritten skillfully in order to entice the readers and reel them into the world of profound imagination in an admixture of realistic situations.

"drinking cough syrup when you didn't have a cough was ironic, because in reality, you were sicker than you thought." a book of poetry, phrases, paeans, and prose that seem to capture the essence of what life has shown me. [you b r o k e me, life. but now I am indestructible] [my words are all I have. please do not take them from me. ©]

The maiden whom the angels name that solemn name of Lenore; ah she shall part this tiresome life--flee from death no more. A twist off of Charles Dicken's "A Christmas Carol" fitted to Edgar Allan Poe and his wife, Virginia. Several quotes from Poe's works are used in this, and I take no credit for his brilliant work, I only use it to further the depth of my story.