Madrigal

*apologies in advance for the obvious misspelling in the subtitle, but I'm afraid I cannot fix it!* Hunger This never-ending plague, morose expression Of pain and depression. This eternal abyss, Sullen voracity, Internal bliss. Catastrophic, Amorphic, Titanic, Obese.

*giggle* Well, recently, various people told me that one of my stories "though excellently written, made [them] nauseous." I took it as a compliment, of course, as the theme of the story was horror. But I guess the best compliment I've ever gotten would be that I 'wrote better than Allan Poe". Of course, this was from the author of the above quote, and it might have been to support their argument that I almost made them puke. Haha. I guess it's a double edged sword (bite me, I know I'm not using the term correctly). While I did feel proud, it made me a bit conscious about my own style; here I was, thinking I was so original and then somebody (though their intention was absolutely pristine) points out the obvious. But I guess that's the nature of horror stories. People don't get scared by many things nowadays. Maddy

First chapter can be found here. Enjoy Maddy

Too cute! When I read the names of the first two, I was really hoping one would be named catatonia :P. But I guess catatonic will do XD. Maddy

Actually, I must confess to you that I never plan anything in my poetry. I've only ever written one eulogy, and it was a eulogy to the unknown (which is the exact title of the poem). Though most of the time my writing ends up rhyming, it has nothing to do with it being a decision I make; it just happens to be that way. I guess what I'm trying to say is, you're giving me too much credit for writing this XD. I often write poetry to relieve myself of certain feelings, and I do it quick as I have very little time in my day (I'm writing this in my 'math hw break'). This did feel very spiritual, and it felt right enough that I didn't edit nor hesitate to put it up at The Hub, and now at AD. I guess I'm not your conventional poet. At the time I wrote this I felt uneasy. Something during the day had made me feel this way, and the feeling made me think of schizophrenia. Catatonia and schizophrenia are linked, not exclusively, but linked anyway. I've never suffered either, but it was the only way to express how frustrated and paranoid I felt at the moment. I was angry-- mortified, to be exact-- and so came the first stanza. I was angry at my father for favoring my sister. "Not quite sisters... Why must you follow through with your endless promises? Invisibility, inflexibility, severity; did you nothing in healthy mind and body?s natural ability?" I have never been favored by my father. I guess I'm asking the questions I dare not ask him in person. There is something about feeling invisible to those you love that just eats at your insides. And then I accuse him of being senile. Ha. That's the jist of it. I didn't think I'd have to explain it, but your interpretation almost convinced me otherwise and so I had to restate it. I'm fairly gullible, especially when confronted by logic :P. Maddy

Your comment is just in time for me to get unbored in my Chem lecture. Thanks, Sharon. Methinks we are very much alike: edgy and odd. But in a good way. I like edgy, I like odd, and so I am those things; when I write anything, it becomes apparent. And also, for some reason, there are some days when I feel like using 'methinks' in sentences where it looks completely off. :P Maddy

I happen to disagree with most previous posters, as, I must confess, I loved this story. First of all, to denounce any bias against my being an english learner, I will say that I consider myself fluent (moreso than most 'mother-tongue' recipients). I would also like to say that, in my native language, writing in second person is an art seldom mastered by aspiring authors, but when promptly done it causes immediate admiration. It is mostly, though not exclusively, used in poetry. You can call me biased. I'll think of myself as cultured :P. For the sole sake of contradicting and making it obvious that I disagree, I will say that I do believe this short story has a plot, and a somewhat ambiguous main character (which I believe is one of the [un]intended purposes of this narration style). I believe it is excellently written, and not once did I think of the style, nor the author's intentions, as arrogant, nor conspicuous. This story is different, and I, for one, cherish that which stands out from the crowd, however daunting it might seem. Maddy

Methinks I was thinking the other elegiac when I read your comment haha. Damn those English classes. Maddy

Ha! It does look like a tree :P. As to whether it is elegiac or not, I can tell you it is not. I just wrote it to please myself, and I can't please myself while trying to make it fit a certain length and meter. Would it look better if I got rid of the "center" command? Maddy

Be careful with your knees! I can tell you that mine aren't that well :(.Maddy

Codey and Tim, I've never had to chance to speak to either of you, but just know that you are in my prayers. Let's hope for the best, and never lose hope. Maddy

Happy B-Day! Maddy

Senseless logic, definitions and such Catatonia Not quite sisters, Byproducts of senseless insults, Rapes, disorderly conducts and running blisters. Why must you follow through with your endless promises? The daughter of inertia and violated disorders, borne child of schizophrenia; Rigid stances are your poses, ungrateful looks followed in sequence by polar glances. Invisibility, inflexibility, severity; did you nothing in healthy mind and body?s natural ability? Fret not, for this endless clatter, battering stones in amorphic grounds, useless but for a fleeting mind, Are nothing but images of remorse and stiffness in flesh-bound specters, it is nothing but the absence of spirituality. Comments, anyone? Maddy

I second that. And another bird (much smaller than an emu) told me that there's a story by Camy there to enjoy. ;) Maddy