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Night_Mare
03-06-2010, 05:07 PM
So this is where I'm going to funnel all of my creative power. I'm not certain about how it's going to end up but yeah.

I will put:
Songs
Poems
Drabbles
Short Stories
and I might even put chapters of the book I'm working on.

A drabble is a 100-word-count story based on a word. I use them to expand my characters. However I haven't yet been able to write a story in exactly one hundred words but I've never gone above 130 words. My goal is to slowly inch my way to one hundred words exactly.

On my first post I will show you a Drabble I did:

Word: Blood
Word Count: 126

He stared right into the beautiful woman's eyes. Her long dark hair and bright blue eyes were flowing in unseen winds. Spirits did that. "Mother Rhea...are you...are you certain?"

"Yes, my child, blood does not lie" She touched him on the head. "You are the Bridge. Dark and light swim in your blood, Prince. You need only to acknowledge this for the change to be complete"

Mother Rhea disappeared leaving Prince Guerdon Mischurri alone. Today had been full of surprises discovering a way to return to life, and now. He looked at his reflection his once completely dark hair was colored by a lock of pure white hair. His black eyes now contained specks of blue. "My blood" He whispered in awe. "I am the Bridge"

Night_Mare
03-13-2010, 02:47 AM
A/N: Sorta written in frustration with the world.

You and Me
You say we're trash,
that you don't get
who and what we are.

You say we're stupid and youthful,
a bad combination if you
ever saw one.

You say that we can't understand
where you come from
because we haven't lived your life.

I hate to one up you,
but how can you judge us
when you haven't lived our lives?

You can't see where we come from
you can't know what our lives have been
so get off your high horse.

Mister, can't you see?
We all walk in the same world.
Even you and me.

Night_Mare
03-16-2010, 04:50 PM
Dead Marchers

Marching dead men
one by one.
Hear their whispers
little do they hear their listeners.

Marching dead men
one by one.
Their widows crying at the door
wanting to say goodbye once more.

Marching dead men
one by one.
Creaking bones gliding to and fro
waiting to take their owner low.

Marching dead men
one by one.
Hear their howls
hear the Hellhound's growls.

Marching dead men, one by one.


A/N: Inspired by the Kingdom of Heaven. Because everyone died.