A poor wounded goblin. There is bit of the idea of a Greek messenger and a bit of the idea of natives being pushed off their lands in this poem. I tried to match the meter with the staggering pace of the goblin. It still needs a little tinkering but I'm happy with it for now.
This is from my story Elements of Magic. It is not simply some poem but a warning, written after the near destruction of the winged people called hawkfolk. It happened at night while the hawkfolk slept in their sky city, and very few escaped. The beast was never seen, and so was never given a name. the story is fantasy but the poem is rather dark, so I judged it as being something for horror.
A story of people messing with forces they can't control. Peaceful aliens are sent to monitor earth, and when they discover the concept of violence, become obsessed with it. It's really a horror with science fiction elements then anything else.
You may have heard that Silence is Golden, and I do not deny that vampires do look as good as gold, but they can sure be dangerous, too. . . . You have been warned. Copyright Erin M Latimer(C) July 2008
This story was written as a submission for The Herscher Project Edition 14, 'Dark Futures'. The focus of which is based on Chris A. Jackson's speculations in his short piece titled 'A Flash in the Pan', which details twelve scenarios for the fate of mankind. I have used six of these in this story (1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 8). Used with his permission. So enjoy reading!!! ^_^
A little idea. Like as not, nothing will come of it. Ever get the idea I like leaving you guys hanging?
Someday, when I find I find a suitably big chunk of wood, I'm going to carve this out on it and hang it up on my door.
Again i shall point out the obvious, this is Chapter 3 of my current story, or my current craze. Eventually i will create some other story, and leave this one for a while. I already have over four storys in progress... enjoy.
Can one sell one's soul? If so, how and why can this happen? You better be sure you've not sold your soul and become tied down.
Written a loonnggg time before the story... Really didn't make the connection between titles until just now... It's another one that was one of my first. I pretty much started with vampire poems. This one is really short.
ANOTHER random poem, written a while ago for - you guessed it - creative writing class. (yay!) Pah. Don't ask me what this is about because I certainly don't know. I think that I had just finished a sad book or something... I don't know. Ah well... tell me what you think!
Don't. Even. Ask. Just read the poem and don't ask. I was dictated this poem by the voices that live in my head........
Chapter 6 of 'Shattered Destiny'
I know, I know... I've already posted about half of the story, but I decided this needed to be said before it got any worse. ^_~
No, the title doesn't mean 'Warning! This is a poem!' Warning is the name of the poem... Wow...you people aren't very smart...
a short, humorous poem...that gives some rather good advice, if I dare say. :P