Costs Too Much v. 2.0

Hey I'm back! And this place is FINALLY looking new. A little bit more dramatic. I'm in the process of learning about Splash pages so I just might put one up when I see fit. Okay. A little clarification though, 'Costs Too Much' will now contain my original works. My fanfiction page will be separate from now on. Yey!

Okay, the usual things, these are my works, mine! ^_^ the webpage's title is taken from Fiona Apple's Song 'Paperbag' and i do not own it. it's Fiona Apple's and i have no plan of taking all the credit.

And speaking of credit, I'd love C&C sent to [email protected] or to [email protected]. It could range from the stories to the webpage in general. I'd love to know your comments and suggestions.

Short Stories
Title	Teaser
Waiting For Nothing	"You are the darkness in all its unknown parts and hidden surprises. You are the darkness in all its unperturbed silence. You are the darkness in all its strange echoes and silent tears."
The Death Of An Angel	“Love is a weakness none of our kind can afford. You gave Eos that weakness and she is dead.”
Paradigm	Do not look for me when I am missing. Do not chase after me should you see me depart. Do not cry out for me should I be too far.
Wasabi	I’ve tried moving on, finding someone else. I mean, as the saying goes, there are a lot of other fish in the sea.…but as I soon found out, I didn’t want fish. I wanted you.
Moonwatcher #1 : Equilibrium	“The demand I have for warmth and light must be equal to the supply of sunshine in the world.” Replied MoonWatcher to the paper.
Moonwatcher #2 : The Value of 'G'	MoonWatcher looked at WhiteSnow with no small degree of uncertainty in her eyes. “I don’t understand the value of G”
Death by Night and The Sandman	We’re just in those quiet places where no man has ever dared to enter and while man has fear of the unknown, he will always fear the night, and of nightmares, and of death by night
Certain Ways	“I was supposed to say something that would make everyone remember me.” A sarcastic grin “Is there any other geek in our batch that totes around an old polo as a windbreaker all year long?”
Merry Christmas Michael	But that’s all I can leave you now. Memories of happy days and not-so-happy days
Smashed	Pasang Krus. She had told me back then. I was born to carry a cross
Wretched Creature	Lightning flashed outside the window and within the reddish-brown earth of her eyes, lightning flashed as well. But when the thunder rolled, the only response she gave was a soft sob.
Early Grey Morning	It seemed to her that drowning like that was too drawn out to be a suitable way to die. Besides, she loved the water, and would not like it to be the instrument of her death.
Fighting for What I Want	She is that, a blade. A blade hidden in a sheath of perfect silk and emerald gems. A blade that was forged by me. A blade fated to destroy me.
A Portrait of a Forgettable Young Woman	Overall, she looked as she was supposed to be. A young woman of Malay origin lost in the midst of American and European layers.
The Suicide	And when I looked up in front of me I saw her; Floating towards me with her red-brown eyes questioning and her jet black wavy hair floating about her like wild sea wings. And in that dream, she turned and she swam away, quickly, as if she were made of water. And I could hear the soft wordless lullaby.

all works on this page is made and owned by Elvira Licuanan in her myriad forms (Jericah Helios/Osiris/ cRuEl_aNgEl ) The Background grafix also belongs to her. The title of the webpage is based on a Fiona Apple song "Paperbag". They are both owned by whatever company, not the creator of this webpage.

This page is Maintained by Jericah Helios using Microsoft (c) Frontpage (c). Best viewed using medium.

Dying, / is an art, like everything else. / I do it exceptionally well. / I do it so it feels like hell. / I do it so it feels real. -- Lady Lazarus By Sylvia Plath

You Breathe	"You Breathe" is a series describing individuals.
Sweet Tears
Cold Strawberries
Light Touch
Last Kiss
Unexpected
Tearless
Starlight Song
Alien Sonata
Far Too Bent
Outside The Window