Scifi poem

Jul. 13th, 2017 06:13 pm
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I found this poem I wrote some unknown time ago. I was considering publishing it, but I wouldn't know where, and it's so much work for so long to do that, I just don't want to go to that much trouble when I could just hit "post entry." And it's such an amazing poem! Told from the perpective of... well, you'll see.

“The Brown, The Green, and The Black”
By = Tempest Alexandria Arts

The white man took the world, spreading out among its lands by sea,
Exploiting all they touched, stealing the land from the people already there.
They stole the New World from the natives, killing the Red Man,
Bringing the Black Man from Africa as slaves to work for them.

They went to China, spread drug addiction and misery, for their profit,
And India for spices they never use, spreading misery to the cradle of writing.
Every bit of land they could find they took for theirs,
Exploiting its people even into the 21st century.

The white man went into space, and found no resources, no people to exploit,
So they grew bored with it, for the most part.
Sure, they sent their robots out to fly by far-off worlds,
Touched the moon a few times with their men, but then stopped.
“There's nothing in space but black,” they said,
Upset they'd made no green.

When the people of India and China started going up there, they scoffed.
“We wasted all that money going up there; they're not learning from our mistakes!”
They told us all there was in space was rocks and more rocks,
Forgetting there was a time when all we had were rocks;
All they let us have as they raped our lands were stones.

Like weeds growing in the sidewalk, they tried to kill us off,
So they could keep our lands for themselves.
But like weeds growing in the sidewalk, we persisted.
For life would always find a way, and we still lived.

We found the barren rocks they'd abandoned,
And grew like weeds among them.
In the black, we – the brown – made green.
The green of growth, as we built giant rotating farms in the sky.

From India and China, from Japan, from Africa,
From the Middle East, from the New World,
All the brown and red and yellow, every color but white,
Worldwide, we came together and spread through the black,
Making stone soup, growing life among the stars.

The white man still owns the earth, but we own the stars,
With colonies on the moon, the asteroids, and Mars.
And the moons of Jupiter and Saturn, and beyond.
Millions of acres of farm and factory, raking in two kinds of green.
Feeding humanity, the breadbasket of the solar system is no longer earth.

And the white man? They are tourists with their cameras,
The old Japanese stereotype passed on to them,
As they marvel at all we've built, at all the green,
The same color they've become, with envy,
Because they were too 'yellow' to make green among the black,
Leaving that to the brown.
To us.
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“The Many Faces of Har—er, Adira Potter: Chapter 32”
By = Fayanora

Chapter 32 of The Many Faces of Harry Potter is now published!

Chapter title: Christmas and New Year's

Chapter blurb: Christmas time at Sirius's house, with Zoey and Lupin! Then it's back to school, for even more hijinks!

Archive Of Our Own version

FanFiction dot net version

Big Closet version

Start at Chapter One: "Feeling Sic" = AO3,, BC
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Book 3, Chapter 8 of Harry Potter and the Trouble With Neurotypicals is published!

Series blurb: Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, is a young and abused Black boy with Asperger's syndrome, and is hated by his guardians, the Dursleys. A little over a week before his birthday, he discovers that he is also a wizard, and the Dursleys knew all along. Not only is he a wizard, but he's also famous in the wizarding world! An AU fanfic.

Chapter blurb: The title of this chapter is "Catching a Rat." Anything else I say would spoil it.

Links to book 3, chapter 8:

AO3 version version

BigCloset version

~ ~ ~

Series page AO3

HPATTWNT book 1 page and Book 2,

HTATTWNT chapter 1, BigCloset
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“The Many Faces of Har—er, Adira Potter: Chapter 31”
By = Fayanora

Chapter 31 of The Many Faces of Harry Potter is now published!

Chapter title: The Yule Ball

Chapter blurb: The Yule Ball! Goes better than in canon. Zoey holds a fashion show before the ball, to show off the outfits she made people for it. There is dancing, and other fun stuff as well.

Archive Of Our Own version

FanFiction dot net version

Big Closet version

Start at Chapter One: "Feeling Sic" = AO3,, BC
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Chapter 23 of "Many Faces of Har--er, Adira Potter" is out!

Chapter blurb: Al makes a new friend, despite becoming a little paranoid after the Quidditch match. Or will this boy be more than a friend? School starts, and Al smells danger looming in their future. Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you. version

AO3 version

Big Closet version
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The Many Faces of Harry Potter, Chapter 15: "Halloween" has been released!

Fic blurb: Harry Potter is a wizard, which surprises him. But he's also a Multiple, which surprises everyone.

Chapter blurb: More strange things happen to the collective, as they avoid dementors, madmen with knives, and deal with the problems of puberty.

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BigCloset Version
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The Many Faces of Harry Potter, Chapter 14 has been released!

Fic blurb: Harry Potter is a wizard, which surprises him. But Harry Potter is also a Multiple, which surprises everyone.

Chapter blurb: Run-ins with Malfoy and Snape, detentions, and a boggart.

Archive of Our Own version. version.

BigCloset version.
fayanora: Steph bouncy (Steph bouncy)
Chapter 12 of The Many Faces of Harry Potter is up! "Harry Potter is a wizard, which surprises him. But Harry Potter is also a Multiple, which surprises everyone."

It can be accessed at these three locations:

Archive of Our Own

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Harry Potter is a wizard, which surprises him. But Harry Potter is also a Multiple, which surprises everyone.

The Many Faces of Harry Potter, chapter 10 is out! version

"Archive of Our Own" version

BigCloset version
fayanora: Djao'Kain (Djao'Kain)
I tend to have this problem, wherein I am usually a firm believer in an afterlife and reincarnation, but sometimes - usually at night when I'm trying to go to sleep - I get worried and terrified of death, thinking "What if there is no afterlife? What if there is no soul and nothing happens to us at death but blinking out of existence?"1 Well, since my main Goddess is a Chaos Goddess, I wrote up something that started as an attempt to make a simple chant or mantra or something to reassure myself that, if that turns out to be the case, it won't matter then. But I had too many ideas to fit into one mantra, so I made an entire poem about it. And here that is:

“Chaos To Chaos”
By = Tempest Alexandria Arts (Fayanora)

From Chaos I came and to Chaos I will return.
“I” am a complicated dance of quintillions of tiny points of energy, and my soul is the choreographer.
When the choreographer departs and the dance is over, the dancers will join other dances.
We're all choreographers of our own dancing energy, the only choreographers we can know in this life.
“I” am a temporary pattern in the chaos, in a temporary world, in a temporary universe;
All of us patterns in the Chaos,
Ever changing from second to second,
All of us sand paintings in the wind.

From Void I came and to Void I will return.
My life is a pebble in a pond, making ripples, the only thing left of my life when I am gone.
I shall not fear death, for I am not real;
I am like a virtual particle blinking in and out of existence, in the grand scheme of things;
A virtual particle in a holographic universe, the Multiverse every bit as ephemeral.
All of it whispers heard in static,
“Objective reality” via shared programming,
All of it a hard drive in an EMP.

From Naught I came, and to Naught I will return.
I shall not fear death, for I am just a temporary tempest of what-ifs and uncollapsed quantum states.
I am a hurricane contemplating its own eventual landfall.
I am a raindrop watching the ground approach at speed, contemplating the sudden stop.
I am a single breath, from the lungs to the blood, contemplating being exhaled.
All of us lightning in a storm,
Gone as quickly as we appear,
And all the world is the storm.

From Change I came, and to Change I will return.
I am like Jupiter's Great Red Spot, in a constant state of stable chaos.
But like all things, the stability will fail, the tempest will fall apart.
We are never not Change, it is the only constant in life;
Even death is just one facet of Change.
All of us are hurricanes,
Complex, multi-layered, and doomed to landfall,
But spinning off descendants before we do.

From Death I came, and to Death I will return.
My life is a fire, my body made of the ashes of other patterns tossed like logs onto my fire.
When my fire goes out, I will be a log tossed on the fires of other beings,
My ashes recycled, remade, reused; Life and Death eternal dance partners,
Entropy and Enthalpy embrace like lovers on the dance floor.
Gaia's biosphere is the phoenix,
Dying and being reborn from its own ashes;
The biosphere is Ouroboros eating itself.

From Peace I came, and to Peace I will return.

~ ~ ~

1 = Note that I never worry that the afterlife is worse, like Hell or something. I either believe in my own version of the afterlife, or I worry death is final.
fayanora: Elle reading (Elle reading)
Who wants to beta read a fantasy horror story about some kindly vampires* fighting a creature that would give even nasty vampires nightmares? It's called "Family Dispute" because I'm fond of funny titles for my horror stories, and the nasty creature in this one is distantly related to vampires.** (The two species share a common ancestor, that common ancestor being a terrifying flying monster called a Vampyri.) There are also Rakshasa in it, because Rakshasa and vampires in that world tend to live together, the vamps eating the blood and the Rakshasa eating the meat. Takes place in the Lyria 'verse. Bonus: the vampires are Black.

So, any volunteers?

* = They eat only animal blood, not human blood.

** = Other horror stories of mine include "Deviled Eggs," and "Nine-Tenths of the Law."
fayanora: Dakota & Elle by LJ user dancingwithme (Dakota & Elle)
I love it when I'm just as excited to be writing a chapter as I would be to be reading it, trying to keep up with the ideas, to type fast enough to get them down. It's exhilarating when the story is so engaging that writing becomes more important even than Netflix, or Tumblr, and almost more important than food!

At least, with my writing style, which is basically "1. Think of the essentials of what you want to happen in the story/chapter. 2. Set up the initial conditions. 3. Let your characters loose, nudging them back in line on occasion as needed."


May. 15th, 2014 10:29 pm
fayanora: Aghast (Aghast)
Been re-reading what I've written so far in my Lyria novel, in order to make edits in places because I made Forizano continue to be a double amputee, and after reading this one chapter, I realized that Lyria, Forizano, Meriel, and possibly Jedocas and the others who were there as well, would all likely develop PTSD after the incident in that chapter. Lyria and Meriel, for sure, and it seemed plain Forizano would as well. So now I'll have to do even more editing, but that's okay - this is a realization I should have made ages ago, and it's too good an opportunity to pass up. (Protags with mental health issues? Why yes, we do indeed need more representation of that in fiction.)

Actually, I'd be very surprised if Forizano didn't already have PTSD, considering what happened to him in the war. And I know for a fact Lyria did already, too; she just didn't let on much, because after 300 years those wounds would have become a familiar ache. But this recent incident would reopen those wounds.

So if anyone wants to help contribute to my research on PTSD, feel free to comment or drop me a line at fayanora at gmail dot com. I have a fair starting point from Tumblr and from knowing at least two people with PTSD, but every little bit helps. Especially since I am interested in how the condition differs for different people, because I can already sense that the different characters will not respond to having PTSD in the same ways.

What's even better for the story, I plan to have these common issues bring Lyria and Forizano together, and faster than I had previously planned. (Oh, and lastly: it fits in nicely with my plan to use Forizano as an authorial chew-toy. That poor man is gonna be going through a LOT more before this is all over.)

Hmm... come to think of it, without realizing it, I may have made Nokwahl, of my Nokwahl/Traipah stories, have PTSD as well. A lot of her behavior makes sense in that context, and it fits, given what she's been through.
fayanora: Elle Fanning by LJ user bitemeee (Elle Fanning)
So I just got the sudden inspiration to write the following:

My name is Katelynn Hermione Winters, and for most of my life I was an ordinary American girl born and raised in small-town Iowa. I lived an unremarkable life in an unremarkable town in the most boring part of the state. I was neither super-popular nor was I unpopular. I got fair grades but I was never a nerd. Sure, I read for pleasure sometimes, but never anything weird. Just shallow pre-teen kinds of stories, no science fiction or anything like that. Looking back, I wish I had. It might have prepared me for what my life would become.

It happened toward the end of a perfectly ordinary day. I was in my bedroom laying on my back in the bed, talking with my best friend Chelsea on my cell phone about my crush Brandon. Quite suddenly I blinked and everything was different. I was suddenly a 4'5" Vietnamese man wearing a parka and sitting in a grey room surrounded by tall sinister men in tall sinister suits, pointing guns at me and speaking in rapid Hungarian. I tried to ask what was going on and how I'd gotten there, and heard myself speaking Vietnamese. One of the sinister men lifted his gun higher and pulled the trigger. There was a flash of light and a bang, and suddenly I was back in my own body, in my room. But ever since that day, I have had a Vietnamese man named Nguyen Bao living in my head with me. I know only he was the man in the vision, because I don't understand Vietnamese, don't know how to write it or pronounce it to find out what he's saying, and in all these years he has never learned any English; I don't know why.

What's more, Chelsea reported that during the vision part of the phone call I had been speaking rapidly in "some Asian language," a distinct note of panic in my voice. The noise had even gotten the attention of my mom, who was down the hall, though by the time she opened the door, I was standing there, shocked, having just returned from my vision.

He, and the vision I had of him, was the first. He would not be the last. And his wasn't even the strangest vision; in fact, it was the most normal of them all.
fayanora: Steph hail satan (Steph hail satan)
I used to be too nice to cause any of my characters pain or suffering. Now I take a perverse pleasure in putting my characters through all kinds of hell. I think I have finally grown as a writer.

Especially poor Forizano Lysvalo. That man is going to be my special chewtoy. MWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!

I have made my decision: Forizano will not get such an easy out as his legs being regrown. He will become a physically disabled character.
fayanora: Martha and Ten by mischief89 (Martha and Ten)
Okay, so I have this shape-shifter character in my Lyria story who is a Vrayshra of the Pyenari sub-species, and I was originally going to have them be MTF trans. The way that would have worked is, Vrayshra have a definite form and definite sex until their second puberty. (First puberty turns them from four-legged to two-legged. Second puberty turns them from solid matter to a magical kind of pseudo-matter that can easily change to energy.)

But... I have instead decided to make their gender non-binary, in the following way: they keep shifting back and forth among male, female, and neuter both physically and in clothing. (Pyenari are actually naked all the time; when they seem to wear clothes, that is part of their body.) And generally treating gender as something that shifts with mood, because Pyenari can totally do that.

Also, she will be proudly Pyenari. Shape-shifters aren't well trusted by most folks on Orion to start with, and Pyenari are looked down on even by the other sub-species of Vrayshra because they eat souls sometimes. But zie is not going to hide zir species, no, she will proudly be in full Pyenari form all the time, and damn the haters!

Though I might go the Pi route with zir and have zir change form by mood, too. Like, not hiding what zie is - maybe even having zir distinctive purple Pyenari stripes in all zir forms - but just, "I feel like being a Basilisk today," or "This particular situation calls for a demon form," or even "I feel like a dainty little flower of Elven feminity at the moment."

Yes, I like that. That is what I shall do.
fayanora: by lj user holdonbaby (Elle looks up)
“Little Spark”
By = Tempest Alexandria Arts/Fayanora (Tristan A. Arts)

Take that little ember, take that little spark
And pull it on up and out of the dark.
Cup it in your hands and set it on some wood,
Gently blow upon it; yes, that's good.
Now watch that little spark grow into a blaze,
Flourishing under your compassionate gaze,
Til it becomes an inferno twenty feet high,
A tornado of flames reaching into the sky!
For this is the power of your inner spark,
Once you pull it on up and out of the dark.
fayanora: Phoebe in Wonderland by LJ user bitemeee (Phoebe in Wonderland)
Ayil'Kwahl'Ahgorah, Lady of the Wires,
And all the joys the Internet inspires,
Please unblock the clogs and speed my connection,
And put my computers under Your protection.

Please open the Facebook when it tries to stay closed,
And make all the servers work as they're supposed,
Please uncage the Twitter, keep the Tumblr rocking,
And stop any Net Nannies from their annoying blocking.

Give the LiveJournal CPR if there's a need,
And outfit my laptop for lightning-fast speed;
Keep the YouTube clear of clogs in the pipes,
And pave the way for my IM's and Skypes.

Please break down the walls that block all the bytes,
And keep the wifi running all day and all night.
Aid all the torrents and their data flood,
If You need it, I could offer my blood.

Ayil'Kwahl'Ahgorah, Thou art Motherboard,
So please help me out, waiting's got me bored.
Protect me from malware, smite spyware and worms,
And horribly evil Conditions And Terms.

And most important of all, stop the evil SOPA,
From letting corporations take the Internet over.
May scammers and spammers be wiped from the C:/
Ayil'Kwahl'Ahgorah, please help me.


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