Are we safe anywhere?Are we safe anywhere?5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
This eternal conflict is coming to an end
A twin blade falls to the ground
Ending its flight in the air and dispersers
They fall on their knees
Blade hitting the floor
The next collides with the ground
Spear falling down as well
Fists going down with their masters
Three others had fallen before
Their weapons in contact with the floor as well
One more is left
She looks at the ground and falls in defeat
RatsWhen I was a little girl, I went to church. Our church was an illegal one: the building was unregistered.Rats3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We would sit on the benches made from stolen floorboards and listen to a man dressed in black as he read us tales of angels coming to save righteous men from evil, their swords clean and their trumpets blaring.
The man dressed in black was old. He was sick. His Bible was missing pages.
One day in March, my mother turned to me and said clearly, "Masha, I want you to remember something for when you grow up." Maybe she knew she was dying. "God loves murderers."
I just looked up at her, thumb in my mouth. My mother was still a beautiful woman. She was young when a man at an after-riot party had given her a child inside of her, a bruise on her face, and a few kopeks for her trouble before running away forever.
So I watched the dirty gray sunlight washing through her sickly blonde hair, watched it illuminate the dark hollows of her eyes, watched her face, and asked, "Why, mama?"
Heart PouncesMy heart; it pitches a tiny blank pace,Heart Pounces6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Everyday I don't wake up to see your bright face.
Please my beloved, for if you leave home
My heart beats it out like a sad metronome.
Rainforest FinalOnce there was an old woman who lived in a rainforest.Rainforest Final7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
She needed a walking stick.
And so she made one.
The walking stick was strong, and it gave the woman new strength and she found it easier to walk around the leafy, cluttered forest floor.
The old woman and her tribe were called the Penan people. They lived in the rainforest on the island of Borneo.
Living with these people, the walking stick learned about them and the way they lived in the forest. He listened to the old woman tell stories to the children:
The forest is our home, but it does not belong to us. The land belongs to everyone, and so we take what we need and move on
The walking stick loved his home with the Penan people, he loved the hot, steamy, wet rainforest and he loved the old woman.
But soon the old woman grew sick. Walking grew harder and harder. It was hard for her to get up in the mornings. And then one day, she didnt get up at all.
She was buried, and the Penan people moved on.
They left her w
Who needs friends?Who needs friends?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A good enemy is better than a best friend
A good enemy can't betray
A good enemy won't go away
A good enemy will be there at the end
A best friend will fail
A best friend tells you what to think
A best fiend pushes you to the brink
A best friend will bail
A good enemy pushes you forward
A good enemy tests your steel
A good enemy makes you real
A good enemy seeks no reward
A best friend makes demands
A best friend always judges
A best fiend holds grudges
A best friend won't withstand
With an enemy you know they hate you
With a friend you are not sure
To an enemy you can be true
When they run you through
It won't be from behind
A friend won't just let it end
Tell you they never liked you
Every story you tell they bend
Every wound you mend
They inflict two more
With enemies like these who needs friends
Character Survey: SywynCharacter Survey: Sywyn4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Sywyn Nym'el [sai-ween neem-el], originally Sywynel Nym [sai-ween-el neem]. No surname known.
MEANING: Sywyn = The-one-who-walks/walker, El = under, Nym = Sun-and-Moons/sky.
NICKNAME: got many of them during his life, but the one which stuck on him the most is Vor'Ard'Ves, literally "the one who can ride the wind"... he got this nickname during the wars in the Westland, from the people of the desert; now almost everyone knows him with this nickname, the Windrider.
ACTUAL AGE: no one knows his real age as he never answered to this question, but just the fact that he took part to the wars in the Westlands makes him older than 400 years for sure.
RESIDENCE: no one, he's mostly an outcast.
AGE APPEARANCE: late 20/early 30
SPECIES: Edhel'nar, (light elf)
SEXUAL PREFERANCE: straight
MARITAL STATUS: single
KIDS: some around the world, he only knows for sure about a couple of them (one of which is also dead)
OCCUPATION: freelance worker (read = mercenary)
Why the Wind WailsWhy the Wind WailsWhy the Wind Wails6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Long ago, when gods and demons were more numerous and powerful than today, there lived in one corner of the world a Jaguar.
Now this Jaguar was no ordinary beast, for he grew far larger than others of his kind, until he towered over the greatest trees and began to rival even the smaller mountains. He knew hunger then, for being so large there was no game that could sustain him for long. Ravenous, he left the jungle and trekked north in search of better hunting.
He entered a desert, where at first he found only jackrabbits and the occasional coyote, neither of which was more than a tiny mouthful at a time. Besides which, the thunder of his belly rumbling sent most of them scurrying for their burrows before he ever got near.
The Jaguar was nearing the point of despair, about to lie down in the dust and wait to breathe his last when a musky scent wafted teasingly across his nose. Cresting a mountain, he sighted in the valley below a herd of gigantic pronghorned antelope
Our planOur plan4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There will always be a second chance,
A take two
Another opportunity for success in life and romance
A hope to stop feeling blue
Nothing is lost forever
As long as friends stick together
We can conquer the world, my friend
We need to keep on going till we reach the end
We'll always have a plan B
Because people never run out of ideas
Please stay here with me
So we can go and be free
I need a soul to trust, to stick with throughout the night
One I can see as my knight
Run away with me without leaving a trail
No, we're too awesome together to fail
The Sky is My Mood Ring WUI lie on the groundThe Sky is My Mood Ring WU6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Unpolished and torn
What a beautiful time
To feel so forlorn
Apollo above us
A quite blinding smile
Giving up on the Lord
It seems so futile
The heavens above us
Dotted up in the sky
I lie on the grass
An emerald glade
All the numbness I feel
Yet I sense every blade
A jab on the finger
My arm, slashed and skinned
A battalion of swords
On the sound of the wind
What a wonderful day
Just a bright atmosphere
But I feel so depressed
I lie on the earth
All the clovers I see
Are of four-leaf descent
But all bad luck to me
The dandelions dance
In summer wear dress
And the daisies just sweet
It's my cheeks they caress
2014-114 All that glittersMy eldest son Spielorjh tells me his last words will probably be, "Ooh. Shiny."2014-114 All that glitters2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We do like our glittering lights, from fireworks on the Fourth to tree lights in the snow at Christmas, from city lights by night to the Milky Way blazing across the sky out away in the country.
Camera magnets they are, and photographers are junkies.
Ain't it grand?
Genesee Bridges - October 2008
Bridges over the Genesee River in Rochester, New York.
We were downtown for the Heritage Christian Services annual banquet. As we walked back to the car, I couldn't pass up the view from the parking garage.
Today's prompt from writealm.com/april-prompts/