Ending It All

Sarah Larson

I made this poem when I was depressed during the summer...

Prologue: Magician, Man and Beast

Daniel Williamson

 Cycle of Life:Prologue Armoured knights trampled the village green to mud. To those caught in their path, they appeared to be bizarre monsters, their humanity hidden beneath hard, chitinous shells; razor-sharp swords gilded red in the most precious of substances - life’s blood.All around, the air was thick with despair as the wounded reached out to one another with open hearts. The dead pretended to ignore their fate. Some lay with their ears pressed to the ground, as if listening to the slow heartbeat of the earth. Others directed their eyes upwards, watching cinders trace a lazy arc through temperate skies.A shrill cry cut through the clamour of battle as an Arch-Mage, dressed in bright ceremonial robes, gave a renewed call to arms. The animalistic scream took to the air: a symbiotic blood-cry fashioned from a living soul, savagely pried loose from its corporeal holdings.The invaders moved in a grim dance as they engaged the unarmed villagers in combat. Each wore a filthy white surcoat emblazoned with the twin signets of faith. The ancient symbol, which comprised of two interlocking rings enclosing a stylistic pattern, represented the link between heart and mind. Some of the village elders recognized it for what it truly was: a powerful sigil designed to unify the men in single-minded combat. Such tactics rendered them unstoppable, as it was easier to control men through magic than the archaic bonds of brotherhood and loyalty.The invaders marched towards their defenceless foes; gazes filled with righteous indignation; cold hearts ablaze with lust for battle.Death it seemed possessed its own voice. Its horror rent the still morning air. Everywhere, horror overlaid beauty - a grotesque juxtaposition of life and death. Then, the wheels of time unfurled a new day - a day as bright as the blood spilled freely beneath it.As one, the army came to a complete halt. The soulless invaders coldly perused the battlefield. Bloodied and battered helms concealed deadpan faces and unseeing eyes. As a new and monstrous future was ready to be born,

Dungeons and Drag-ons

Jason Romein

Over quite some time, I have accumulated some funny ideas about role-playing, and many of them are demonstrated in this one. Just picture Dungeons and Dragons without a DM... =] (well, sorta without a DM) Actually, Foo Sek Han wrote part 2 of this, so if you want to read it, click here.

Wings of Love

Melanie Henderson-Lee

An excerpt from the life of one of the many voices inside my head

The Flower 6 (All)

Brandon Lee

we may not know the rights things to say but least we can try

The Night 5 (Eternal Nightmares)

Brandon Lee

Sometimes we let ourselves be cover in saddness that it consumes us but not known to us that the world is also full of hopes

Poetic Ramblings

Melissa Carter

I was rambling onandon about junk and stuff. End of story.

The Night 10 (Self-Condemnation)

Brandon Lee

But in all of chaos there is order and in evil we will also find good