The Beginning…
dun dun….dun…
Lightening flashes and thunder follows shortly – its loyal companion. Or prisoner?
Man shall never know, for these are things beyond his (why always male?) understanding.
As the lightening flashes again, dragging thunder behind it, a girl writes furiously by candle-light. She scribbles the thoughts as they come, tearing pages, breaking quills and eventually running out of ink.
The end result…
Nada.
Yes, that girl is me. I put myself in a lot of my works…if one can call them “works” at all. I preffer “pieces”. It sounds less like I think my writing is worth something, because, as all writers, artistes, creators…I am never satisfied with the outcome. Or, well, rarely satisfied.
I think I should explain what I am doing here before I go on.
I was invited to the wonderful RIL by the wonderfulness you all know as Noor. And I have read posts, for I am stalking you all… <_> Okay, no I read posts because you guys write well! And I have yet to comment, which I will, soon. I shall be Partying here, if you dont mind. If you do, too bad :O
I hope you dont V_V
I shall also be putting up pieces of my own (see how that reads like a double meaning thing?) for critique and feedback and general “I feel like shouting this out from the rooftops!”-ness. Posts of the latter category, however, will be in my journal.
Speaking of which….I’ll explain the title and the username and stuffs in later posts. ‘Cause its 6:15am right now and I have lost 15 minutes of precious hiding time :O
Enjoy!
(I hope)
Imaginary!!!! You are here. This, RIL-ers, is one of my favorite girls, writers, poets. Sidra, you know how I have a habit of picking my favorites? You, Sidra, have been my favorite from the beginning, our RIL-miracle worker. You are one of the tiny elves. You set everything in order before the shoe-maker wakes up, the shoe-maker in this metaphor being the REST of RIL. : ) This is your show, Sidra, and thank you for making me, for making us all, a part of it. I love being here. RIL is where I come to unwind. YOU are my PEOPLE, RIL-ers!
SO, here’s Imaginary, everyone, my other favorite, talented poet, entertaining rambler, wonderful critic. We will all enjoy having you here, and welcome to our Mango Party. I promise you, that you will fall in love with this place, much like I have fallen in love with it.
Noor
*blushes scarlet*
I’m looking forward to my time here ^^
And I’ll cut this short ’cause I’m not really a fan of public announcements
I’ll just win all you RIL-ers over with my wit and charm and…other stuff.
Keep the words flowing, people!
hello and welcome Gin!
I’m sorry for the delayed comments, I guess I’ve taken up too much these days. Your first post is pretty…thundering, lol. It’s a shout-out start. Hoping to see more of your shouting-from-the-rooftop-ness here. RIL needs it, it sometimes grows too serious and sad, lol.
And yes the explanations please. And whats with Imaginary? Are you like a super-human or something?
Welcome to RIL!
Really liked the “dragging thunder behind” bit. The imagery in your text was quite astounding, I wished it would go on a little longer.
Thank you Fraz and Sidra
I have explained my choices in teh new post. The seriousness is all part of the writing I guess
I’m sure I’ll have quite a few morbid, morose posts in my journal too. Unless you want me to spare you 
in which case I shall add a disclaimer.
And dont worry, Fraz, there is a lot more imagery (hopefully) where that came from. Thank you ^^
btw, Noor, thankyou truck loads for hat very sweet comment! It really made my day