Ayshela

*nod* it's rare that i can't.. though the odd time i just *can't* it's kind of funny to see the nurse's eyes widen as they slowly back away and start scrambling for pain killers.. something about the "i'd rather be in labour.. it would hurt less, i know it would end, and i'd get something out of it" seems to really get them..

*hugs* good luck on your projects and exams, you and everyone else in the same fix! =) and i second the wishes for a Happy Thanksgiving, or happy Thursday, as appropriate. =) I'm off in a few moments to spend the rest of the morning chained to the kitchen, but what kind of morning would it be without stopping in here first? =)

oh yeah.. the times it comes without noticeable warning and the first sign you're really aware of is that red hot spike going through your temple.. those are usually the times i end up worshipping at the porcelain altar with all the fervor of the worst hangover you've ever had without any of the fun of having gotten there... oh.. done the ER trips. Morphine works for the headache, but it doesn't stifle the worry entirely as i have an atypical reaction to it.. four shots of morphine and the headache is gone, but i have the *worst* case of jitters.. LOL i couldn't type for 36 hours and didn't sleep for 72.. gotta admit, it was pathetically funny, though.

Migraine My head feels like it's stuffed with swirling bits of broken glass, but only part. But only part. I dare not turn too fast or all that glass will swirl and slash my head apart. But only part. The world has become blurry as the pressure threshold's passed upon that part. But only part. The light has become glaring, now the sound's ten times as loud; I feel as though my head is marching through a Christmas crowd; I'd take it off and set it on a shelf, were it allowed; but only part. But only part. I fumble for my meds and hope the sound does not intrude, as anything i say is rather likely to be crude. Everyone just go away before pain makes me rude. It's part of life. But only part.

mostly echoing HopperWolf's stuff, here =) i really really like the first stanza. you've got a good tone set for the piece, thoughtful, a bit serious, a bit cautious, and worded well. the second stanza - careful has one 'l' not two, but that's minor.. the second and fourth lines seem like they've been forced for the sake of rhyme, which detracts from the flow greatly. Good stuff in concept, but it seems forced. i *love* the third line as it stands, though. third stanza - again, very good stuff (as always, i don't think i've ever seen you write anything *bad*) the second line is a bit discordant to the rest, a bit "left field" for where the rest of it is apparently coming from. i also absolutely *love* the last line, the image presented of stopping for a leisurely, relaxing break from the madness, diving in and enjoying what life presents, is very powerful in this context. Fourth stanza - the first two lines are wonderful. The third relates well to the third line of the third stanza, but it takes a moment of thought to connect it and a little smoothing the way, a bit more context, wouldn't be amiss. The last line is a bit discordant also, a bit "left field", could use a more definite context tie-in to the rest of what you have here. As always, you've got some really really good stuff here, and i'm looking forward to seeing the polished version of it. *hugs*

(whippersnappers!) (hehehehehe) Dust in the Wind, by Kansas.

**huggles Rune**

Ayshela swept into the Cabaret Room looking for Zariah.. not seeing her yet, she hovered by the wall where she could see the door clearly, nervously twisting and turning an envelope in her hand. "i hope she'll like it," she murmured to herself. She'd thought long and hard trying to figure out just what to get, and this had seemed like the perfect thing.. at the time.. now, waiting for Zariah to arrive, she was having sudden doubts. Calming herself by force of will, she thought that at least the card would be appreciated - a hand drawn picture of Zariah strolling through a forest glade. Warmest wishes inside, and a small slip of paper. Such a large case of nerves for such a small paper! "i hope she'll accept it." Not just a small paper - a certificate for an all-expenses-paid week at RoseMarie's Resort of Rest and Rejuvenation, guaranteed to soothe jangled nerves, relax tense muscles, and revitalize study-wearied brains. Ayshela paced nervously, consoling herself with the knowledge that at the *very* least she could give her friend a hug. OOC: ***HUGE Happy Birthday hugs*** i hope it's wonderful for you!

mmmmm definitely an interesting piece. i'm far too tired right now to do much analysis, but will be coming back to this. A few minor edits for spelling would be helpful. tha ripples beneath my fingertips that? spectre hands apon my shoulders: upon? miriad images reflected endlessly myriad? can only streatch the film. stretch? from a read-through, even sleepy as i am, i really like this. i will come back when i'm more awake and able to trace the imagery for meaning. =)

What i find interesting is that many of those saying the new games are inferior ARE "the youth". Every generation is different from the one before. That it's true and inevitable doesn't make the differences less noteworth, less interesting, or less worthy of discussion amongst those interested.

*hugs* well done

*nod* quite fitting. and it is never all light. where there is light there is always shadow. too bad the reverse is not as true. *hugs*

a very very happy birthday to you!

forgive.. yourself.. *blink* *shrug* why? i just kick myself solidly a few times and go on.

ooooooooh! that'd be FUN!!

from somewhere off in a shadowed corner comes the sound of badly stifled hysterical laughter..

probably cul-de-sac, dead end is when you've been sitting at the computer far far too long, and it's remarkably uncomfortable.

Ayshela sneaks in the door unnoticed and glides up beside Vanessa. Gently attracting her attention, she drew her toward chairs by the wall and motioned her to have a seat. "Don't mind Elder Wyvern, he has a tendency to get lost in thought about his many schemes for making geld. It may be a while before he realizes you're here. If you're the patient sort you may want to wait here, and if not you may prefer wandering the Keep and talking with the inhabitants. We're a pretty friendly bunch and it will make the time pass more quickly." With a smile and a reasuring pat on the shoulder, Ayshela vanished out the door again. OOC: Guests are more than welcome to read and post in the other forums. Come on in and join the fun while you're waiting! =)

meh. couldn't be more intriguing than the mental images already floating about.. };>

Ayshela tiptoes in with a large bowl of popcorn for sharing, leaves an extra-large-economy-sized hug lurking to pounce Celiwyn at an appropriate moment, and settles in to enjoy the story. ooc: beepilepsy... *chortle, guffaw*

so then what does that make a cul-de-sac?

1) A Pen Member - Orlan 2) A distance - 27.3 miles 3) A place in the Pen - The Wiggly Cabbage Patch 4) An adjective - sparkly 5) A number - seventy-leven 6) A noun - wheelbarrow 7) A verb - slallomed An adjective - dank 9) A Color - purple (what else?) 10) A plural noun - barnacles 11) A material - velveteen 12) A type of light - halogen 13) A part of body - bellybutton 14) A name for an underling - peon 15) An animal (plural) - mice (or meeses, take your pick) ;> 16) An adjective - slimy 17) A height - 4'8" 18) A cryptic phrase -You'll find what you seek where the green glass gleams" 19) A verb - skittered 20) Any phrase - "Better to be looked over than overlooked."

Bubblegum Pop Bubblegum Pop, that’s the order today. That’s the flavour of words that it’s okay to say. Everything else is too dreary and dark, So deep in the back of the files they’ll park. Write nothing violent, nothing too crude, Say nothing hateful, above all not rude! Only what’s lighthearted, merry and gay, For Bubblegum Pop is the flavour today.

turbid AND embossed! i'm quite impressed! =) i rather wish i didn't understand this quite so well.. *hugs* i've read this through several times, and stop at this line each time: this is so true, so many ways, but i don't think i've ever seen it put in words so elegantly. i wish i had more to say, because this certainly deserves full comment. and yet i find each time i read it, i sit here nodding and speechless.

*nods* Lock the door, turn down the light, and turn the ringer off. The world out there can keep its place, right now i've had enough. All you want is more of me - i've had enough of you. Go away, just leave me be. For now, right now, i'm through. *hugs*