Ayame's profile
AGE:
19
LOC: Mc Ewen, TN
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: April 09
LOC: Mc Ewen, TN
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: April 09
My name is Ayame, and I’m 17 years old. My favorite types of writing are historical fiction (Marrion Zimmer Bradley, Mary Stewart, Liza Dalby), fantasy (Margaret Weis, Tracy Hickman, Elizabeth Haydon), and travel memoirs (Ian Baker, Andrew X. Pham).
I am currently eating my way through Marrion Z. Bradley and Diana Paxon’s book series about semi-historical British women. It has plenty of history, linguistics, and religion to keep my interest.
I like to write short stories and free verse poetry, covering many topics.
Next fall, I will be attending Middle Tennessee State University, to major in Anthropology. After that, I would like to pursue graduate studies in the field of Religious Anthropology, concentrating in tradition…
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You say you know so much, yet I am the teacher. Lessons at the piano (or on the floor). I live to instruct you in proper playing.
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“Why have you gone where I cannot follow? What are you seeking there? And when will you return to me?” I think things like this every moment of every day , but I still have no answers. There are no reasons for anything, and nothing can stop the pain. The doctors have told me to go home, and only the kind pity of the nurses have allowed me to stay here, sleeping on a cot near to him with flat hospital pillows to catch my tears.. Even his parents look at me with tired eyes, saying, “Sara, he's ...
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...is for but the weak but alas, i must find it among the pillows
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Ashley D&D Back-story Ciirith cri Absolamvarge (Daughter of the Wolf) or Ciirith Galanodel (Moonwhisper) The old ones came in the dead of winter, when there was no moon to light the blackness of the forest night. They found the young girl weeping at the foot of a great willow, as was the mark of her House, her babe wrapped in a threadbare shawl of violet. The child screamed and wailed for food and warmth, yet her mother could provide neither. The old ones watched her for a moment, conferring...
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She had her toenails painted purple-a hideous, sickly, Easter-bunny shade of purple. I was sitting there fixated on her toes, and wondering why a doctor would be wearing open toed shoes, when she spoke up. “Is there a boy involved? They always asked the stupidest questions. I looked up at my doctor, Dr. Lansing. She’d asked me to call her Melissa, but I had an aunt named Melissa, and I couldn’t bring myself to make that connection. My aunt Melissa was beautiful, though a shallow soccer mom. I...
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You have a few grammatical errors--things that shouldn't be capitalized are. If you had written this more in short prose, I could understand the capitals for emphasis. I would really try to whittle this down and make it into a long poem. You have some great imagery and phases, but their getting a bit lost in the long paragraphs.
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I've lurked around urbis for a while, waiting until I find something good to write a review for and I found it tonight. I love your way of intermingling the Spanish and English in your poetry. It makes it very personal. I also love the way you chopped up the lines (not making each line a whole though); it adds to the feeling of confusion the speaker is feeling. This is a very touching poem because it deals with so many real emotions. Too many times people try to hide the sad side of love. The...
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The only thing I have to say is that, towards the end, when you say: "No…she does not cry, She…just slowly died." It just suddenly adds in this character that you’re supposed to identify the entire poem with. It would be best if you carried her image through the entire poem, instead of just adding her in like an afterthought in the last stanza. You imagery is very good, and you keep up a rhythm in the poem that’s noticeable but doesn’t sound forced. I aslo like that you never reveal what exac...
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Well written, but I have to disagree with you about the idea of "without tragedy, there would be no heroes". It doesn’t take something bad to bring out the hero side of someone. For example, I could call my ex- boyfriend a hero for breaking up with me on the same day my other ex called me, allowing us to start talking again without me feeling like a cheater. That was no tragedy, no huge, earth-shattering event at the times, but i am still grateful to him.
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