Friday, October 17, 2008
short story: Gift to the Red Vigil
Gift to the Red Vigil a myth story- 10/16 post below
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Thursday, October 16, 2008
short story : Gift to the Red Vigil
Gift to the Red Vigil a myth story Fear itself is said to be manifested in the entity called Pastor. Pastor, in fact, is said to have frightened every spirit, from the mightiest to the most timid. Pastor lived among the wilderness in older days, and relished in frightening children and young...
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Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Village-less Lunatic: Effect
Effect Leaves quivering in a languid motion A nuance of notion None of this Turns before red It descends after dead. None of it. Copyright (c) 2008 Hollie Holmes. All rights reserved.
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Sunday, October 12, 2008
Village-less Lunatic: Fulfillment
Fulfillment Speaking Into the dormant knowledge of your Wisdom’s ear. Leaking With its rhythm of old fathomed Fear As only silence can hum. None of this audible violence could come To your fulfillment. Fiddling With the locks of your sensitivity’s Tilted head. Riddling Only to aid a certain key, Yet...
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Friday, October 10, 2008
Village-less Lunatic: Incubus
Incubus Incubus, I know you well And the manner of clutching that which swells. Incubus, I know this game And all the morsels it has claimed. Incubus, your scent’s enthralled That once upright cherub into a fall But, incubus, enjoy your meal. There will be no interference with your meal. Copyright...
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Thursday, October 9, 2008
Village-less Lunatic: Advancement
Advancement Toys have advanced but still they are toys And only bits and fragments of joy Can these gadgets still inspire. As of now, only pleasure suffices. Jettison all old devices. Chemicals, all sampled and tried, Are of no great solace now. Relations are things bloated and dried, Cavorting...
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Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Village-Less Lunatic: Legend of the Sand-Sailing Shack!
Legend of the Sand-Sailing Shack This legend of South America they sing Is of an unexplained spectacle thing. It’s a structure of which none has ever come back. The legend of the Sand-Sailing Shack! Now around exactly 9:23 at night In a California desert, a traveler might Glance upon the ghastly...
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Sunday, October 5, 2008
The Romance and Tragedy of Banking: based on a prompt by Ciel
This is a short story-poem based off a prompt by Ciel! The Romance & Tragedy of Banking Once in the Old West, yes the same Old West frequented in tales of cowboys and gold...there lived a lady, a sharp-looking lady, who fell in love when she was but 9 years old. She knew a young boy, an ambitious...
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Thursday, October 2, 2008
Village-Less Lunatic: A Puzzle
A Puzzle Not a puzzle Scattered ‘round For the purpose Of being found, Just to fit flawlessly in line. Rather, shards of a kind. But it’s difficult to fathom Remaining, to find fit. Idiots… Not a puzzle, Are these grains. Scattered about, These are the remains Of a thing eroded By time and by the...
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Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Village-less Lunatic: "Moan-Grope Game"
Moan-Grope Game Not to gripe at all, But July and well-past Fall, Into the matured Winter You each rubbed against each other, Falling, conflict-free, unto covers. Blossoming only leads to wither. Slobbering and sensation Make due. Fulfillment, pleasure. All the same. Another morsel lost to the...
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