The prompt was: what is your ideal place?
Utopia!The sky is green, the trees are blue. The smooth-flowing river shines with a miraculous rainbow. Squirrels sing a pleasant tune as the birds forage for nuts. Moles prancing here and there as the deer burrow into the ground.
Everything is right, Everything is wonderful as I sit on my nice soft bed of rocks, peering into this beautiful landscape. I am one with them. No one can take me from this city, for without it i am nothing.
This is my utopia and don't ask me otherwise.
Monday, March 16, 2009
55 word short story
Life Threatening Oath
"My sword sworn oath, I'll never break it by killing the like of you!" exclaimed Wil, as ha pulls his sword away from Boris's throat.
The thug scrambles to his feet, picking up his dagger. He rushes towards Wil and slashes at his face. Wil reflexively pulls his sword up to block, but impales the thug instead.
"Oh, crap..."
"My sword sworn oath, I'll never break it by killing the like of you!" exclaimed Wil, as ha pulls his sword away from Boris's throat.
The thug scrambles to his feet, picking up his dagger. He rushes towards Wil and slashes at his face. Wil reflexively pulls his sword up to block, but impales the thug instead.
"Oh, crap..."
Monday, March 9, 2009
Something I needed to say V.2
Hidden Value <==*title*
I've always wanted to tell you how great it
is to be your friend, how much I appreciate
you, and how much our relationship means
to me
But,
I can't say it.
No matter how passionate
I feel about it.
Those few words,
I'm glad you're my friend,
float off into my mind
and I can't work up the nerve
to say it.
A smile across my face
as I remember what
those words are to me.
They get stuck at my throat
As I put on the act
of a typical teenage boy.
a sluggish push here,
a gentle shove there,
is as close as I can get
to speaking my mind.
I've always wanted to tell you how great it
is to be your friend, how much I appreciate
you, and how much our relationship means
to me
But,
I can't say it.
No matter how passionate
I feel about it.
Those few words,
I'm glad you're my friend,
float off into my mind
and I can't work up the nerve
to say it.
A smile across my face
as I remember what
those words are to me.
They get stuck at my throat
As I put on the act
of a typical teenage boy.
a sluggish push here,
a gentle shove there,
is as close as I can get
to speaking my mind.
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