Blood Red Rose by amaranthine-eternity, literature
Literature
Blood Red Rose
Blood Red Rose
I hold your heart in my hands,
My rose-among-the-thorns;
My blood red rose.
Your thorns pierce my heart,
Blood drips down my fingers,
Onto your tongue.
You lap it up;
My iron-sweet blood.
Taste the flesh, bathe in the pain;
Agony immeasurable.
And yet I hold on, ever tighter
To your spiny stem,
Slender and green,
To your poisonous love.
Words: A Study in Synesthaesia by amaranthine-eternity, literature
Literature
Words: A Study in Synesthaesia
Synaesthesia: A Study in Words
Tastes and colours race across the page, Words flash, brilliant and made flesh. Become what they describe, embody who they name; those who are, those who have been, and those who never were. Words, tampered with by Human minds and voices, become afraid, vulnerable. Diminished by the time their Human captors were done with them. Awesome was no longer to be feared, his personality changed accordingly, to correspond to the new meaning Humans had attributed to him.
By changing the meaning of a Word, you change the shape of it.
Then new words, poorly formed, over-casual and sometimes offensive muscled thei
Webheart
Many years ago, in a land quite unlike our own, there was a creature who called itself Alicia Webheart. Vain, it wore the skin of a girl it had once eaten, spending its days gazing at its reflection, setting traps for the children in a nearby village.
Webheart lived in a wooden cottage, carved to resemble gingerbread and nestled in a valley, at the edge of a great forest. Not the thin smattering of trees jammed between fields and houses these days, this place was old, with a canopy so thick no light reached the ground. Where monsters lived and the trees had branches that snatched and dragged. Few ventured into the Forest, an
Chapter Two of Destane's Apprentice by amaranthine-eternity, literature
Literature
Chapter Two of Destane's Apprentice
Chapter Two
The Land of the Black Sand
It was a simple matter to the convince the woman that this stranger would be an appropriate foster parent for Mozenrath. Although, the boy couldn't help but notice that the sorcerer failed to mention that Mozenrath wouldn't be a mere son- He was to be an apprentice.
He observed from a distance as the man who would become his foster father discussed the adoption with Mari. The woman would be pleased with the news, Mozenrath knew that much: She had a young son of her own to care for, and would get some money in exchange for Mozenrath. In light of the fact that her husband was off hunting for
Well, I'm an amateur gemcutter (aka faceter). I thought that I would put up some pictures of work that I've done so far, and I'll also try to put up some pictures of stones at various stages of the cutting process.
Favourite Movies
Lots of sci-fi, some horror, and heaps of other random stuff
Favourite Writers
Robin Hobb, Raymond E Feist, Stephen King, and a few others
I got a new polishing lap for my faceting machine. I got it because I'm not a huge fan of the ceramic one that I already had. It just didn't seem to be getting the job done all that well, especially on sapphire/ruby. The first test of the new lap will be on the emerald that I'm cutting, so we'll see how that turns out...
I've had so many problems with the two-part epoxy that I've been using to attach my gemstones to the dops. Shifting during transfer, lots of excess residue on the stones, and dops that take forever to lose the epoxy while soaking in acetone. The acetone, it does nothing! (said in McBain voice). And there's also that lovely acetone smell...
I think I might switch to using wax at some stage.
Anyway, I'm going to start work on an emerald that I've got. Hopefully it turns out alright...
My faceting machine was in for repairs, but it's back now. This was the second time that I've had to send it back for repairs, and I've only had it for 4 months *sigh*. Hopefully I won't have any more problems with the machine...
Anyway, I'm going to continue working on the facetless sapphire now.