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Post by §arinon on Apr 18, 2009 1:38:51 GMT
[glow=purple,2,300] Board of Everlasting Fantastical Wonderment and Extreme Prolixity as well as Overuse of Hyperbole Welcome to the Poetic Prose thread. Writers of prolixity may wish to bounce ideas off each other, post snippets from fantastical prose or write messages of sweet and tender love to each other.[/glow] |
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Post by §arinon on Apr 20, 2009 7:12:34 GMT
[glow=purple,2,300]This was something I wrote a very long time ago. It is terrible, as is all my peotry.
She sings to him bright shining love
She bathes him in her glowing light
Life gives her all its praise and awe
Daughter of the sky
He whispers to her words adorning
A reflection of her, bright and shining
The shadows cling to his domain
Son among the stars
She chases forever loningly
Her love into the depths of eternity
Always yearning for her lover
Whose face she has never seen
He races her chariot of flames
Forever whispering his despair
She aludes him, drives away the shadows
He cannot endure her light
Doomed are they whose pasion
Flows among the stars of heaven
Forever and eternity they race
Yet never to see thy face
Sun and Moon[/glow]
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Post by §arinon on Apr 25, 2009 10:53:50 GMT
[glow=purple,2,300]It seems no one likes the soppy prose. D= You make me sad. ;______;[/glow]
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Post by Roxanna on Apr 25, 2009 11:27:18 GMT
 that's not it sarn! i just don't want to post my lame writing... ¬.¬ i'd rather be banned from the Chinese restaurant and MacDonalds... well maybe just banned from MacDonalds. |
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Post by Gray on Apr 25, 2009 12:47:27 GMT
some haiku:
the wind is blowing,
young seeds are carried along
to the farthest shores
softly water sings
dancing beneath the sunlight,
the earth waits for us
clouds of sparrows rise,
all gaze up at the heavens
light of the sun winks
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Post by Dragon on Apr 25, 2009 13:51:19 GMT
ooh I like the sun and moon one :3 as for me, I can't write for crap XD
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Post by §arinon on Apr 26, 2009 0:48:12 GMT
some haiku: the wind is blowing, young seeds are carried along to the farthest shores softly water sings dancing beneath the sunlight, the earth waits for us clouds of sparrows rise, all gaze up at the heavens light of the sun winks [glow=purple,2,300]Lovely! Most of my haikus go to the Neopets poetry gallery but I did write a sonnet about a lily in a river. Dragon, thank you and don't worry, I started out writing pure craptastic stuff, practice like me. My writing still stinks like a dirty pirate but I am improving.[/glow] |
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Post by §arinon on Apr 26, 2009 16:17:34 GMT
[glow=purple,2,300]I couldn't resist posting this. ^_^ It is several lines from the mini-series I'm currently working on for Lunaire. You'll get to read the whole thing eventually but I wrote this line at 3am and fell in love with it.
Wierd, I know, and stranger taken out of context but those are the lines I love the best and this is a board for prose.[/glow]
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Post by Fizzeh on Jun 20, 2009 20:44:57 GMT
The start of a short story. =)
"The perfect assassin has no ties. He does not love, he does not feel guilt for the blood he spills across his blade. Life is nothing, life is worthless. The perfect assassin is an icon of Death" ~ Perfecting The Art, Volume One, Chapter One, Passage Two.
So many times, those words were spoken by my teacher. It is a passage that all young assassins were made to repeat until their mouths were dry. Other had fallen prey to their emotions, but not I. I knew I would one day be perfect. The one who was always called upon for jobs, a coveted member of my guild. it took me ten years to get to the top, to the position I had dreamed of getting to - an all consuming ambition fueled by each life I took. Finally, I was recognised to be the best, and I took on a mission that would be the beginning of my end.
It was the month of December that I was called upon, and I can remember standing in front of The Eleven as clearly as my first kill. The same adrenaline rushed through my body like liquid fire, setting me on an excited edge with energy that begged to be spent. To be before the eleven best assassins that lived was a privilige and honour that very few lived to experience. I knew that the job they would assign me would be of the utmost importance. The murder of a rival, something that I would become famous for completing. I was at that point eyeing a particularly decrepit looking assassin, to the left of the leader. I decided at that moment that I, Victor James Hellphyre, would after this mission be a part of The Eleven. Looking back, I know now that I wouldn't have stopped there in my search for ultimate infamy and power; I was far too ambitious for that...
"Victor J. Hellphyre. You have come before the council of the eleven due to your outstanding skills in the arts of assassination. You have successfully completed every mission that has ever been assigned to you, and now, we call upon you to complete a reconnaissance job." Those very last words unearthed an anger in me that I had never felt before. My excitement transformed into undeniable disappointment that clawed at my stomach with sharpened talons. Perhaps the disbelief was evident upon my face, because the wrinkled mess I had eyed for death earlier cast me a smirk that suggested he knew exactly my intentions. A Recon misson for their best assassin? I was incredulous to say the very least. This, I was sure, I could stroll through. The details were of little importance to me; my mind wandered elsewhere, as I feigned an expression of rapt attention.
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Post by Roxanna on Jun 20, 2009 21:38:05 GMT
nice... this is really interesting and unique.
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that's not it sarn! i just don't want to post my lame writing... ¬.¬
then i defy you, stars
