Darnit!

2007-07-16T20:06:12Z

I just learned from viridian_virtue that Harry and the Potters are giving a concert here in Minneapolis tonight. I sooo wish I could go with her, but I have to work late tonight. Grrr!

Gosh, I haven't written much here lately. I have been so busy and tired.

Code of Chivalry

2007-04-03T18:14:17Z

Title: Code of Chivalry
Author: faeralinn
Rating: PG
Summary: Basically Myles gets drunk and relives the reason why he is so critical of the Code of Chivalry.

Sir Myles of Olau swirled his nearly empty glass of brandy as he pondered the day’s events. He has almost been drawn into another argument with the pages regarding the Code of Chivalry. “Our Code of Chivalry makes harsh demands,” he had said. Myles could see the disbelieving looks in the eyes of the pages, especially in the new boy, Alan of Trebond. Myles decided it wasn’t worth his effort to persuade them and returned to the lesson.

‘I can’t blame them. I used to be the same way.’ A quiet chuckle escaped him as he remembered his younger days. ‘I was just as headstrong and cocky as the rest of them. I could save the kingdom by myself with only my sword, lance and horse by my side.’ Myles took a swig of his drink as the memories came flooding back. He was sent alone with only his sword, lance and horse to defend a border village from marauding bandits.

Myles took another gulp of his brandy, but he could not numb the memories of that day. A tear escaped through Myles’ eye and slid down his unshaven cheek. He could not forget the yells of wounded villages as the bandits attacked. He could not forget the screams as the bandits found the women and children hidden in cellars.

Myles rallied the villagers and together they eventually repelled the marauding bandits. The villagers called him a hero and King Jasson rewarded his efforts with a handsome purse, but it wasn’t enough. Myles began to weep as he remembered the lives lost. He still mourned for the men, women and children slaughtered on that autumn morning.

Myles emptied his glass and poured another. Over the years, this was the only way he could make himself forget. “Chivalry,” he spat out the word in disgust. “What has chivalry given me?” he asked himself as the room began to fade. “Bad memories . . . and a drinking . . .”

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This is the first piece of fanfiction I've written in a long time, so I'd appreciate any constructive criticism or feedback that you can give me.
~Linn

Poem: Dust

2007-03-21T17:44:24Z

The world is tired and full of dust.
The air is dry; the ground is dry,
Oppressing and lifeless. Nothing can grow.
The night sky, clear and cloudless,
Shows no hope for a cool refreshing rain.
The soil is cracked, brittle, and old,
Deprived of the life-giving water.
A lone tree stands on the horizon.
Though rooted in the hard ground,
The barren tree reaches for the sky in prayer.

I wrote this poem a while back. I like it. It's one of my favorite poems, which is saying a lot because I generally don't do poetry. I still think it needs some work though.

It's Just an Object

Darnit!

Code of Chivalry

Poem: Dust