Briar Prose: fiction and poetry

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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

poetry Shadow Caged: A Switch of Song

A Switch of Song Rain, rain they sing Rain, go now and come again Rain, we swear you may stay Rain, as long as you don’t interfere with play Rain, why back so soon? Rain, nobody asked for a monsoon! Rain, come when we call, they cry… Rain, fall with all your might Rain, we are at the mercy of... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

short hiatus: computer in repair, spring classes, etc.

wanted to let everyone know that i will be back soon, but updating will be too difficult in the upcoming week due to my laptop being in repair, and school restarting. but i will be back. thank you to everyone for reading my blog. best wishes Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

"I used to think...:" short prose based on the phrase

I used to think that authority and power given would be authority and power used. But Mr. Chief has failed to appear And stand on his pedestal. The walls bright red once, now gray With water lines and hints of decay Is where we desperately wait. I used to trust in captains's word and believe in what... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

"Wooh! Wooh! Wooh":an inner monologue in a fast-food restaraunt

Wooh! Wooh! Wooh! Is that scruffy man talking to the McDonalds statue? Why he is! Look at that.. Oh, my error-- he's singing to the McDonald clown statue about prejudice and racial descrimination. Perhaps the statue made some bigot comment, though it's difficult to imagine Ronald being a racist...... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

An Approaching Something

Can you guess what it is? Dew. That is its smell. Like a pristine dew beside a stagnant lake of water. Nature's yawn, peppered with a highly reaking metallic decadent odor. The end result smells like a sack of rotting pigeons dipped in cheese, with a hint of deodorant sprinkled on it. It's morning,... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

short story: The Window Washer

A window washer lives in Europe. He wakes in a dingy cabin. Pictures coat the cabin's walls, of various subjects, and he sings each of his mornings away. There is a voice in the bread that he eats for breakfast. It tells him to murder his wife and children, but he has no wife and children so it is a... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Extinction-pt 5: the finale!

5 Perplexed, the dragon finally queried the princess Amethyst's gryphon Knight, "Gryphon, why is it that this maiden calls to have her persuers scorched to death, and yet cries when they are? Why does she summon a harpie to kill her, and yet flinches when it swoops down?" "What are you implying of... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Extinction-pt 4: the results of the princess' sad singing...

4 Now, as the Princess Amethyst and her gryphon Knight fled the kingdom, and happened upon a reserved unicorn, the King's men were on their trail. They falsey belived that Knight, the mighty gryphon, had abducted the princess as a meal, and now tracked the beast down so to slay it in revenge. They... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Extinction-pt 3 a unicorn-related detour

3 So the Princess Amethyst and her loyal gryphon Knight, flew from the kingdom in search of her beloved peasant John. However, on the way toward the nearest village, the travelers beheld a lone maiden on the path along an enchanted forest. The lone maiden was almost as fair as the princess, and was... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Extinction-pt.2: the Princess confides in her gryphon

2 Amethyst, the princess fair, raised Knight the gryphon to be among the most gentle of beasts. He was accustomed to the best table manners of the time and displayed magnificent courtesy. Unfortunately, in that golden age, only wide-eyed pretty princesses could understand the words of beasts, so... Sign in to see full entry.

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