Wintry Stories

Lyrics for a future EP, under my moniker The Wandering Faith.

a winter storm is coming in a winter weather advisory is in effect in 2 to 4 inches of snow is expected. Gargamel is excited for everything! Mother Nature is happy it's going to snow in her creation is coming. Papa Smurf is ranting about the snow and hates it.

No willingful child is send to Akonda. Every year, 3 children dissapear, being devoured by the cold wrath of the Icy land of Akonda. This year, Akemi, her name meaning "beauty of dawn" is send there, to learn she is the heir of the Blade Of Ice.

A collection of original poems. This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 444 Castro Street, Suite 900, Mountain View, California, 94041, USA.

These are dedicated to my grandmother. I think she knew...

"it is too cold / the vultures do not come." A collection of winter poetry for anyone who loves watching the world change with the seasons and for those who are terrified by it.

I bought boots for Christmas to tread the icy plains. I bought toys for Christmas with Santas in my trains. I lit my home for Christmas with a Cedar bright. I made cup cakes for Christmas for my love's delight. I bought Jane a dress for Christmas with ribbons pink. I bought for my grandma a cozy Christmas mink. I bought for Jill two amazing Christmas Sparrows. I bought for Jack a toy quiver full of arrows. I bought an Elk for Christmas with nose giving light. I bought for Christmas, candles for a solemn night. I made for Christmas a warm and sweet lemonade, and I sang on Christmas morn, a sweet Serenade.

A short story i whipped up because i felt awful today. First try and all, i just felt like making something hopefully anyone can look at and resonate with emotionally. It's really short, only 700 words, but it captures how i feel rn, so i thought i'd fr publish something... tell me how shit it is and ill stop dw. oh also tw because some descriptions are kinda akin to self harm, but metaphorically, so im sorry in advance

"Do not fashion me into a maiden that needs saving from a dragon. I am the dragon, and I will eat you whole." She is Illumination, daughter of the Winter and Night. She's made of the stars, of fire and light. She calls upon darkness, the cold and the lost. She wishes for ruin, for flame and for frost. {Gold Key in the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards}

The freshness of new snow is beautiful. In this succinct poem I have tried to capture the feelings that we have when it melts, the sudden transformation of the clean, white landscape to dull grey and the concerned feelings of children who look so forward to a sleigh ride.

Winter is as beautiful as it is cold. Dangerous and inconvenient, it's easy for us to overlook this marvel to behold. The season of death is yet a light in the dark, if seen with open eyes. [Old poem with many flaws. Preserved as is for personal future reference.] Full poem + Author's Notes.