Briar Prose: fiction and poetry

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Friday, October 24, 2008

short story: Hadar and the Reaper

Hadar and the Reaper a myth story Hadar, half mortal and half deity, upon one of his many travels came to love a mortal woman named Evony. Though by his nature, Hadar was a traveler, he remained still for a time, so that he could live among the golden sun-soaked tall grass of Evony’s people. At... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 23, 2008

don't trust strangers with masks for faces, who claim to be 'angels'...

Thought this clip was Very interesting and since I have nothing to post at the moment I'm sharing it with you. It's from a reportedly banned episode of a british children's show 'The Adventures of Mark Twain. "Mysterious Stranger." apparantly it was too much for the kiddies to bite off...suppose it... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 20, 2008

Village-Less Lunatic: finale ADVERSE

Adverse What else is there to expect From a wound, upon which so Roughly you press? Ever is it aware of that presence, However, it is steadfast to Prevail in an attempt To heal over the alien object! Let’s play con-talk-chit-chatty-cluck-a-de-verse! Let us be mildmannered-assertive,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 17, 2008

short story: Gift to the Red Vigil

Gift to the Red Vigil a myth story- 10/16 post below Sign in to see full entry.

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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... Sign in to see full entry.

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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. Sign in to see full entry.

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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... Sign in to see full entry.

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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... Sign in to see full entry.

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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... Sign in to see full entry.

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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... Sign in to see full entry.

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Morbid subjects tend to come to my mind, but if you give my stories and poems a chance, you'll probably like them!Short stories (macabre, humor, drama, fantasy) and poems (abstract, morbid, character). I am devoted to writing, and hope to make it my living someday, so please enjoy what I hope will be entertaining!

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