Questions in a characters mind

It doesn't take much for the world to collapse within itself and suddenly you're standing on a ledge of crumbling grass looking out over the infinite blackness that tugs so sweetly on your hand calling you to step forward. Fly. Fall. Into the space between stars. Still, I don't know when the dreams started. Maybe the car accident. Or when I took to wandering lonely streets and dark alleys in the dead of night. Maybe it was when I started cliff diving or walking the highway with cars whizzing past on either side, horns blaring. Maybe when I played chicken with the trains or walked the ledge of my highrise apartment, dark eyes closed.

Whenever they started didn't matter though. Dreams I could handle, even welcomed. Hell, I had quite the collection of nightmares, enough to open my own little shop of horrors. No, what bothered me, was when the phantoms followed me through the veil, tearing holes in the delicate butterfly wing fabric of my mind, to reach me in the waking world. To wink at the corner of my eye.

Yeah, that kind of pissed me off.

And part of me knew. Knew I was losing it, that really, truly I was going mad. He even told me so.

Which begs the question, if a figment tells you you're mad, are you really mad at all? Crazy people aren't meant to know they're crazy, right?

The distance of skin

Of Corvus

His hair shone with ebony rainbows, flickers of deep red, deeper blue and the flash of green, silver too, like the colors in an oil spill, sleek beautiful and dangerous in the darkest of it's beauty thick and silky, like feathers without the stem.. His eyes were black as coal and could light with such a furious cimmerian fire.

A pattern of spread wings curled in black ink over his moon-golden shoulders, his cheek furrowed with a trio of lines like the scrape of claws. A rook perched on his ribs, wings spread to take flight. A raven from his hip cawed a sorrowed warning to its brother alighted on his collar,shrinking into the distance of his skin.

Fire escapes

So everyone was amazing on Saturday. So glad I got to see it this time. Bloody awesome show guys.

lets see....

so for our group story
I'm billy
Jill is P.J. in most scenes
Leon is Dead boy and sparky
I think I've already said this. But oh well.

I was feeling like this today :

To the street

She cast her smile

to the street

she tried to set it free

it snagged on rusted fire escapes

was swept with autumn leaves

it fluttered to the cobblestones

was kicked at in the street

it drowned in rainbow oil spills

was crushed under heavy feet

it cowered in dark doorways

was broken piece by piece

it whispered at the corners

was traded to a thief

she cast her smile

to the street

and sold it to be free

Working in hospitality makes it feel like your selling your smile along with the coffee. Turns you rather cynical. *sigh* 

Had the chorus for an old song stuck in my head all day. Caught myself singing. No-one else did mwahaha....

One day left. We better have a graduation or I will be extremely displeased. I might even attend if we have one.

Random ghouls

So got to meet Jenny Hellen who for the most part told us good luck cause the market sucks. She answered a lot of questions I didn't actually ask, in a good way. And we get to send her questions and queries etc. which is awesome, would be more awesome if she had much to do with my genre but beggars can't be choosers.
Group work
What would a dinner party with a ghoul be like? Bloody neat/meat. Bad pun. Okay.... we have 10 pages so far which is pretty good for a collaboration and everyone is pulling their weight and putting up with any and all crazy suggestions I suddenly blurt out. There are four main characters and three writers so the fourth character can really be written by any of us. The other three are our own I guess. Should be interesting to see whether anyone other than us actually manages to figure out the story.

Good luck.