Thursday, August 12, 2010


Okay guys, I've been reading a lot of Fanfiction lately, mostly at
Most of them Twilight fanfiction. And don't be fooled even though these are all amateur writers, their imagination is huge and the stories can be really good.

Some recommendation:

Blossoming: The Story of Jane: How did Jane become so evil? She has her reasons. Her story is not a happy one and does not have a happy ending. Rated T possible change in further chapters

Bella's Dirty Notebook: *Won 2nd place in The Best Domination Ever Contest!* Bella keeps a notebook full of dirty fantasies. One day while in a hurry to escape her domineering boss, she loses the raunchy book and is desperate to get it back before it falls into the wrong hands..

Envying Leah Clearwater:A three shot, about those moments when Emily realizes that she envies Leah Clearwater. Callwater. Hints of Jacob/Leah and Sam/Leah

10 Years In The Making:Edward never came back in New Moon. 10 years later what happens when the Cullen run into Bella and find out how much she's changed! Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Being Embry Call: Leah used to be the beautiful sweetheart of La Push but hate and bitterness pushed her over the edge. Leah's fall from grace told from Embry's prospective. What does Embry think of Leah? Find out here.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee partake?
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake?
Who hateth thee that I do call my friend?
On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon?
Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend
Revenge upon myself with present moan?
What merit do I in myself respect,
That is so proud thy service to despise,
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?
But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind;
Those that can see thou lovest, and I am blind.

-William Shakespeare

Dr. Antony Theodor

God, give my wings might

God, give my wings might
Give me the aroma of cheer.
Help me to hear the whispers of my heart
Let the touch of your beauty
make the strong of my soul vibrant.

God, give me a ladder
and send me and angel
to help me to climb up to you,
to the holiest shrine in the heavens.

Dr. Antony Theodor
"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." ---Leonardo da Vinci

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate'
To me that languish'd for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
'I hate' she alter'd with an end,
That follow'd it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away;
'I hate' from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying 'not you.

- William Shakespeare

This sonnet is unique in the collection, because it is written in iambic tetrameter, instead of pentameter. Because of this it is said to either be one of the earliest works of Shakespeare or not his work at all.

G. Blakemore Evans has said: "[Sonnet] 145 has proved an embarrassment to critics and editors. . . .A playful, neatly turned trifle, 145 conveys no sense of serious emotional involvement or complication, and the richly ambivalent associative language we commonly find in Shakespeare's sonnets is notably absent.”

Personally I don’t care if Shakespeare himself wrote it, history claims it as his and I love it. Read it out loud, let the words flow and you’ll love it too.