Choice Tales and Verse

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Sunday, August 30, 2015

Still now and then the case

My Door If felons be running free, Behind my door light they'll never see, Twist and pull, twist and pull, It will do them no good at all, So sensitive! In I walk, And it acts like it locks, Trapping me in four walls Prison's no fun at all! I kick it first, Sigh and growl, Nasty trick! Incredibly... Sign in to see full entry.

Onward it goes

The Humbling Part 3 So she changed tack. “I may be nearly beyond child bearing years.” she said quietly. “If you were as well as you say, perhaps we would have had better fortune...” Darach sat up again. The instant he looked at her, she knew that she'd made a dreadful mistake. They rarely... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

A Joke

I Baked Alaska. On a day when my sweet tooth troubled me I decided what the best dessert would be, I baked Alaska. In a giant shovel shuttle I dug the land chunk out With glee, Any inhabitants had long decided to flee, And Alaska was pulled up into space with me. The oven was there, Ready and open... Sign in to see full entry.

Next portion of my little expirament

The Humbling Part 2 Later that night as he struggled to sleep his wife, Eleweyna sat up watching him as he tossed and moaned. The moonlight shone on her silken face and long, bronze colored tresses, also on her tears. She was afraid for him. Day after day she watched as his condition worsened. Why... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Highly Expriramental

The Humbling Part 1 The Kin g was ruthless, the Kin g was cold, the King was a conqueror, master of sword, shield, and lance. Indeed, King Darach was the word of law, the undisputed iron fist in his vast realm. He had called this realm Turatanik or Tundalund; locked, or land that is locked in his... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

For the upcoming holiday already being advertised.

Death Worshipers There is an altar rising from the abyss, Not of wood or stone, But of skulls, Of ghosts, beauty painted demons, Young and old, Women and men, They all fall before this altar, Bending their faces low to the ground, Drinking blood. Repulsive? To many, surprisingly, no, Drinking blood... Sign in to see full entry.

Grand Finale!

Broken Pieces Part 10 Cynthia drifted in and out of consciousness throughout that day, then fell into a fitful sleep that night. There was pain from several broken bones, but her gratitude far surpassed any other discomfort. However in the morning when her eyes were open and she was sitting up in... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

A Prayer Poem

You said "Trust Me" I'm walking, walking on your road Lord, Living by what I think you've shown me, Leaning on nothing but faith in your words, But Lord it's a scary, scary world out there, And I try to say that I don't care, But it's much bigger than me. Then you said, "Trust me! My child just... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

An Autobiographical Peom. Didn't understand what this was until much later

The Footsteps of a Giant I was awaiting sleep, The sooner the sleep the sooner the dawn will greet, There was much to look forward to every day, New things to imagine and new games to play. Get comfortable I say, Roll one way then another, Never on my back, Left side, Right side, Stop. What is that?... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 24, 2015

My first Limerick

Rant I found a review site, L ooking so simple and right, I tried to share a book I read, And it started messing with my head! I call you a nuisance and a blight. Sign in to see full entry.

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Greetings, I am author EJ Norris, and I hereby welcome you to an exciting world of tales and verse. Here, you will find a variety of stories and poetry. Get ready for the exciting, the unexpected, and the inspirational. Read and enjoy. Share and reply.