My favourite pasttime will always be a literary one. My literary dabblings were what drove me into roleplaying online, and I've a history of many - unfortunately mostly unfinished - stories. There's a huge, bottomless pit of my personal literary works, mostly in form of roleplay, on cygnus - here, however, more formal works can be found.

The Shadowless is an essay from 2003. I wrote several versions of it, barely differing from each other, and finally had an opportunity to use it as an essay in school. It aggressively takes apart the stance of many that one's own emotions are somehow evil, and must be contained, or, better yet, not even acknowledged in the first place, but is equally intentionally cynical. The narrator is not supposed to be entirely lovable - and he doesn't intend to be.

Your Attention Please is an essay intentionally written for my English lesson. The title coincidence with Peter Porter's Your Attention Please isn't one - the assignment was to create something (be it visual, literary, interactive or something else entirely) ranking around a certain poem's topic, and I'd always taken liking in that particular satire. As such, this is another 2003 short story.

Dusk Fallen is my current novel in the works. The last book(s) I ever completed were in my Lossos series, and, whilst I have no doubt that for my age it was some semblance of literary genius, those are now so grotesque that my gut churns if I imagine myself dying without having written a proper novel well-rivalling them. It is, so to speak, a question of honour.

My issue with novels is that I'm my own worst critic - I rarely finish longer stories because I grow sick of my own ideas far too quickly. And whilst there are other projects I hope to start, or am busy with, I would never dare list any that I'm not certain I'll finish - but it is my own nitpicking in the matter that keeps this section so horribly brief.

The Host is my newest story. Written in 2007, it's also my most surreal and abstract scribbling - something not usually my style. As such, it intrigues me about as much as I hope it will you. It was a wonderful exercise in abstraction. If you're curious as to the real meaning behind The Host, you're more than welcome to contact me. I'd also love to hear your interpretations, so don't be shy!

Unexpected is really 'just' a transscription of a dream - another 2007'er. It's the first write-up and I'm reluctant to copyedit it, so please forgive spelling errors and awkward sentence structures. It's very unusual for me, as this is not the usual subject matter I indulge in... it'd be too flat for me. But I quickly picked up on how I could write about it without betraying myself in the process, and I'm fascinated with the result. It may be one of my best works yet... written in a block of three and a half hours of total sleep deprivation between six and nine-thirty in the morning. Note: I'm not perfectly happy with the tail end, it seems to be missing a sentence or two, but that is my only stylistic gripe.