Old Journal Entry: February 15th, 2003

Poem:  Untouchable

If you touch my spirit, you've accomplished a miracle,
My eyes have cried and my voice has erupted,
I could cut a diamond with the sharpness of my soul,
Life's pains haven't made me stronger...they've made me meaner,
Take a glance into my eyes and you will see not a glimpse of emotion or pity,
You will only feel the heat generated by lies and deceit from experiences long past,
You reach for my hand and I'll reach for your throat,
Trust, I give to no one,
My tongue shall spit acid words at any would be rescuer,
For, you can't rescue what has already been lost.

Finished February 15, 2003 6:53pm

Random Journal Image & Dry Rose Petals

Just a random sketch from 2004:

Old Journal Entry: February 13th, 2004

February Wind

by Marcus Twyman



I feel each cut as if it were the most sensual touch of a lover,

My eyes strive to focus through a slowly encroaching cloudiness,

The mud oozes around my cold, mutilated body,

My mind is searching for a way to put this wrong to right,

My body is twitching with an unconscious struggle to survive,

But death's power is too strong to fend off,

The cold has taken refuge in the marrow of my bones,

And the creatures of the woods have begun investigating my corpse-like body,

The only thing I am still able to acknowledge is the cold February wind,

Each year as I return to this spot for my eternal death, the wind is the only thing I am able to remember with clarity,

As the blood begins to slow its descent into the frozen, rock-like ground I feel the last pitiful beats of my failing heart,

For 20 years I have died on this night....maybe next year will be different.

Old Journal Entry: January 22nd, 2003

Old poem from my journal.

Burning Candles
by Marcus Twyman

Do you know what it's like for the dark to touch you?
I appreciate the quietness of midnight's virtue,
When the light comes in the morning, will I still be alive?
For, my soul's in eternal mourning no matter how hard I try.
Could it be that I'm unknowing of how my love should be released?
No one knows how I feel, maybe that's why I can't reach for peace.

*I have three dried rose petals pressed between the pages where this poem is written.

Old Journal Entry: December 26th, 2002

Old song I wrote on December 26th, 2002.

I Thought
by Marcus Twyman

I thought I heard you walking in the hall,
But when I looked, I knew I hadn't heard anything at all,
It must have been my mind playing tricks on me,
Life's been hard, keeps giving me grief,
But your perfume's scent still lingers on the air,
That's impossible since you aren't even here,
And why do I feel a gentle breeze?
Like someone just brushed past me,

Chorus:

Is it your spirit floating past me?
Clinging to the love it feels in me?
I know you'll always be near,
In this life you left so easily,
Late at night while I sit quietly,
I feel you there, but your image I can't see,
I tell myself that this can't be,
But it's true because your spirit lives on in me,

I never completed this one...it's only a partial entry in my journal.

Old Journal Entry: December 25th, 2002

A song I wrote on Christmas in 2002. 

Hold Me Close
by Marcus Twyman

I'm tired of waiting,
Tired of sitting by myself alone in the dark,
Tired of hiding,
Hiding my eyes and hiding my heart,
Which road should I of taken?
The one in the shadows or the one with a spark,
This is something I had no choice in,
I was thrown into the darkness that's corrupted my heart,

Chorus:

I'm clawing my way back up,
I'm tearing through my early gravestone,
Tried to break me, had some luck,
But the light's been captured, now I know where I'm goin',
I've lived before,
That life was a poisoned dose,
For this life I have the cure,
It's when your arms hold me close,

For years I've been dying,
Dying from the loss of my soul,
Life was full of hating,
And cryin' for a life that had nothing to show,
Then I met you,
A being who could set me free,
I found the missing clue,
Now I'm the person I was meant to be,

Chorus:

I'm clawing my way back up,
I'm tearing through my early gravestone,
Tried to break me, had some luck,
But the light's been captured, now I know where I'm goin',
I've lived before,
That life was a poisoned dose,
For this life I have the cure,
It's when your arms hold me close,

I'm getting through the pain,
Slowly but surely I'm on my way,
I'm feeling no more shame,
A bright future is on the way,
Please stand beside me,
I know I can't do this on my own,
You won't ever lose me,
You're the only good I've ever known,

Finished at 2:13am

Writing Contest For Paranormal Romance & Urban Fantasy Writers!

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Best Regards!

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Polish Song I Re-Wrote To English

I love this song.  The title is "Żałuję" which means "I Regret" in Polish.  The artist's name is Ewelina Flinta and she became popular in the Polish version of the show "American Idol", where she came in second.

This song was released in 2003 I believe, and it made a huge impact on the Polish radio charts.

As stated earlier, I love this song.  I love it so much that I decided to translate it into English for those of you who do not speak Polish.  The only problem I encountered (like with any translation) is that the Polish words do not translate exactly as they are meant, which means I had to improvise with parts of the song and re-create some verses in order for the song to make sense.  I kept as much of the song intact as I could.

I hope you enjoy  the English version of this song and, if I can find the time, I will try to record the song to music so you can get the full feel for it.  Until then, you'll have to make do with the original video!!!    :)



Żałuję
By: Ewelina Flinta


Zacieram ślady twoich ust, ukrywam żywy ciągle gniew,
Udaję, że to już nie moja sprawa
Obdzielam sobą każdy dzień, sprzedaję myśli byle gdzie,
A wszystko po to, by upewnić się, że umiem
Sama sypiać, sama spędzać każdy czas, spojrzeć sobie w twarz

Żałuje, że cię znałam, żałuję, że kochałam,
Bo nie wart jesteś żadnej łzy, nie chciałeś wierzyć im
Żałuję, że cię znałam, żałuję, że ufałam
I powiem to, choć szkoda słów, że będziesz kiedyś sam
Całkiem sam i bez żadnych szans
Całkiem sam, tak jak kiedyś ja
Całkiem sam...

Znowu szare dni dopadły mnie, ciało snuje się jak cień
Słowa bolš dziś jak dawniej, idę
Ślady ust zmieniajš się, ślady stóp, co depczš mnie
Choć zacieram je, upewniam się, że umiem
Sama sypiać, sama spędzać każdy czas, spojrzeć sobie w twarz

Żałuje, że cię znałam, żałuję że kochałam,
Bo nie wart jesteś żadnej łzy, nie chciałeś wierzyć im
Żałuję że cię znałam, żałuję ze ufałam
I powiem to, choć szkoda słów, że będziesz kiedyś sam
Całkiem sam i bez żadnych szans
Całkiem sam, tak jak kiedyś ja
Całkiem sam...

Mogłeś mnie dla siebie mieć,
Mogłeś, ale czas nie ten
Mogłeś wszystko, tylko jedno słowo twoje
Mogłeś więcej niż byś mógł
Mogłeś być na zawsze tak
Mogłeś być...
A teraz bądź ze sobą sam...




All Alone
Original by: Ewelina Flint (Polish)
Redone by: Marcus Twyman (English)


Faint are the traces of your mouth, I'm still alive but in doubt,
I pretend you're not my business, but I fail
I readily gave to you all this time, I pass on thoughts that say you're mine,
All this to make sure that I can sleep at night,
I spend all day, trying not to see your face, in the shadows of my mind,

I'm in pain 'cause I knew you, I'm in pain 'cause I loved you,
But you're not worth these bitter tears, You'd only laugh at them,
I wish I never knew, the pain that comes from trusting you,
I'm moving on, but know this thing, one day you'll be alone,
All alone, no more chances for love,
All alone, the same as I was,
All alone ...

Again, a gray day falls on me, shadows trace along my body,
Today holds the same pain, but I know,
Parts of the story have been changed, the footprints of life lead away,
The past grows blurry, as does your face, it's comforting
I spend all day, trying not to see your face, in the shadows of my mind,

I'm in pain 'cause I knew you, I'm in pain 'cause I loved you,
But you're not worth these bitter tears, You'd only laugh at them,
I wish I never knew, the pain that comes from trusting you,
I'm moving on, but know this thing, one day you'll be alone,
All alone, no more chances for love,
All alone, the same as I was,
All alone ...

We could have lived in each other's arms,
We could have, but now that's gone,
Thanks to you and your selfish, cruel ways,
With me you had so much,
Now your left without your crutch,
Now your standing all alone...

All alone, no more chances for love,
All alone, the same as I was,
All alone, no more chances for love,
All alone, the same as I was,
All alone ...all alone

Six Sentence Sunday

OK, I'm gonna try to keep up with this little experiment each Sunday. We'll see if I can stay focused enough to write roughly six sentences each Sunday that can relay a compelling story and catch a reader's attention.

*Sigh*

Come on creative brain cells...fire up damnit!

Oh, well. Hopefully you enjoy this little morsel of fictional nonsense :)

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Six Sentence Sunday

By: Marcus Twyman


That last hit was a real wallop. I could still hear the ring sounding through the tight confines of my skull. Pushing myself back up into a standing position, I took my fighting stance, feeling my weight distribute evenly across the balls of my feet. Fucking Fae, they always cheated with magic...well, if they couldn't keep their word then I wouldn't either. I felt my power trickle into being, warming a spot deep within my body. Several pair of power laden eyes were fixed on me, waiting for me to make my move...I didn't keep them waiting for long.

Chapter From 2nd Khet Book!

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Here's a rough unedited chapter from the second Nebu Khet book, titled Khet Chronicles: Sunset Over Bloodied Waters.

It's rough and unedited and I tried to pick a chapter that didn't give away too many details about the first book (spoilers).

Have fun reading!

*****Material on this site may not be reproduced in any way or form without written consent from myself to do so*****


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Khet Chronicles: Sunset Over Bloodied Waters
Chapter 2
By: Marcus Twyman


Chapter 2

As expected, the paparazzi were waiting for us outside of the mansion's giant iron gates. I pressed the button on my sun visor that signaled the gates to open and putting my dark aviators on, I slowly crept out onto the street, trying to avoid running over the legs of the clambering men. Kora already had her big lensed, red, Dolce and Gabbana shades on, anticipating the bright flashes of the psychotic crowd. That's right, psychotic—what would you call them?

They shouted questions through the glass of the car's windows like, “Are you going out to battle other Nebu Khet?” or “Kora—is it true that you are an ancient Grecian goddess? Do you have a lover, a consort?” I'm telling you, they're like a plague. Kora is only twenty six years old. Where the hell did these rumors start? Ancient Grecian goddess? Oh, please...seriously?

Once I was sure we were safe from the onslaught of sape photogs, I lowered the windows and opened the sunroof, letting the air circulate through the car. I reveled in the smells and sights of summer. After a moment, Kora said while looking out of the windshield, “I honestly don't know if I'll ever get use to them.”

Them? Oh, the paparazzi, “Yeah I know what you mean. I swear one day I'm going to run one over and claim it was an accident. Maybe then they'll stay away...who am I kidding? They'll never stay away, they're like sharks on a blood trail.” Glancing in my rear view mirror I noticed a dark SUV trailing us. I clenched my jaw, these bastards were worse than sharks—they were The Apex Predator.

With a slight grin she said, “You see them trailing us don't you?” She laughed and then looking over at me said, “Your highness is a very important person.”

I felt my eyebrow creep up high on my forehead as I looked at her saying, “Um, OK Grecian goddess.”

She snorted with laughter as she said, “I'm not even Greek.” She sighed loudly before stating, “At least they can't follow me into the cafe.”

I thought about that. It was true, there were laws dictating where they could venture but...I still felt apprehensive about trusting completely in the law. Laws were broken all of the time. All it took was for one jerk to overstep that boundary and someone could get hurt. We're not immune to death, hard to kill yes, but a direct hit to the heart or brain—and no more khet. Krysia was even more susceptible to injury. She was only a witch, she had no superhuman healing abilities. She was stronger than a normal person—three times as strong at least—and she had amazing supernatural abilities, but if she were attacked in the cafe, would she react in time? Would her guard be down while serving customers and running her business? I decided not to take that risk.

“I'm sending over some bodyguards. Just two of them. I don't think it's safe for you and Krysia to be walking around without some sort of protection.”

She looked over at me, both eyebrows arched high in surprise, “You think someone will try to hurt us?”

“No—I'm hoping not. But you never know. Things are different now. We're out in the open, we're vulnerable because so many eyes are on us now. We no longer have the anonymity that we are so use to.” Sighing, I continued, “The last thing I want is for something to happen to either of you, especially if I could have prevented it.” I looked over at her and caught her smiling at me.

“You are such a guy! Me and Krysia could kick someone's ass before they knew they'd wanted to kick ours'. But...if it helps you sleep at night, by all means, send out the watchdogs.” She patted my hand saying the last part of that statement.

“I think Krysia's personality is rubbing off on you.” I laughed at her brazen, playful remarks.

“No...I've always been this way, I'm just able to be myself now...thanks to you and Krysia.” She smiled widely as we turned in to the parking lot of the shopping center.

I maneuvered my way through the busy lanes avoiding shoppers as they crossed through the street to get to their vehicles. I approached the cafe seeing several paparazzi already awaiting our arrival out front. I'm telling you, they're like gum in your hair—you just can't get rid of them. I didn't bother parking and just pulled up as close as the feeding frenzy of photographers and pedestrians would let me. Thankfully, I'd remembered to roll up my windows before pulling into the shopping center. Cameras were pressed up against the glass of the windows, flashing annoyingly into our faces. Even the glasses didn't protect our eyes from all of it. Behind us the SUV that had been tagging us pulled to a screeching stop and more paparazzi tumbled out of it to join the growing mass.

“Do I really have to do this?” Kora asked, her expression grim as she took in the sea of wolves waiting for her to open the door. I couldn't help it, I laughed. She just looked so miserable at the thought of facing off with all of the picture snapping lunatics that it became funny to look at.

My laughter did it for her. With a slight raise of her chin, and a tightening of her jaw, she commented, “I don't see you braving them to go in and say hi to Krysia.” With that she swung the door open, nearly knocking one man to the ground as she swung her legs out of the vehicle and stood up. Instantly she was swarmed by the mob, flashes going off inches from her face. Using one hand she flicked her waist length hair back over her shoulder and smiled like she was on a red carpet. Then she moved forward, a writhing mass of people moving with her as they shouted questions and snapped photos.

Half of the crowd still hovered around my vehicle shouting questions at me through the windows as I thought about what Kora had said. Yup, I was sooo not as brave as her. Hell no I wasn't going to wade through that mess of humanity to say hello to Krysia. I'm sure she'd understand. I'm not too proud to admit when I'm scared. Those crazy, camera happy jerks scared the crap outta me. I watched as Kora made it to the cafe's entrance, pulling the door open and disappearing into the dim interior. OK, that was my cue to get moving. I slowly started to pull away from the curb, moving carefully until there was an opening that I could fit through. I sighed with relief once I made it back to the main road. I drove down 355, headed south towards DC.

I had an important meeting today with some government officials. I had been granted ambassador status by the president himself. They figured that having me as an ambassador could smooth the public's transition into acceptance of the supernatural races. It also gave them a source to go to for advice on all that wasn't sape. I'd gotten a call last night, from the head of the CIA asking if I could meet him for a brief lunch. He'd said that he needed some advice on a situation that could potentially be linked to supernatural roots. Me—give advice to the CIA. Yeah, life was weird—but hey, it's better than life being full of death and fear. I could work with weird.

I passed the state line leading into DC and took in the beauty of the day. Man, I hoped I could find a parking spot. I hated trying to park in DC.

Poem I Wrote Last Night

Was slightly depressed last night so I wrote my feelings onto a piece of paper like any good writer would.

Don't worry I feel much better now, but I still decided to share my little depressing bit of creative flair with you all.

Best Regards



When My Light Goes Out
By: Marcus Twyman

When my light goes out,
Will there be relief?
Will the pain cease to bite?

In my darkened state,
Will I find my way?
Will I finally find it bright?

In life I hurt,
I put up a fight,
But fate tore into me,

When my light goes out,
The tears will stop,
Because I'll finally be free.