Tag: Fantasy
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TWISTED: FAIRY TALES FROM A DARKWOOD (not your typical childhood book)
TWISTED: FAIRY TALES FROM A DARK WOOD (This isn’t your basic children’s book so beware.) The land of Darkwood was bathed in a constant drizzle. It had been so for over a hundred years. Once the island had been a place of beauty, but then….the terror came. It arrived in the middle of the night […]
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WHY DO WE TEACH LIES TO CHILDREN?
Why is it that we teach children to lie? Why do we tell them lies? Santa Claus! Adults think it is cool to tell children all about Santa Claus. Kids get around older kids and the older kids berate the younger kids making them feel foolish and then the heartbreaking truth is revealed that the […]
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YESTERDAYS MOAN
Standing naked on the lawn alone he was one sunlit dawn the grass beneath his shoeless feet cut like broken glass in the shimmering heat with no one for miles around in sight memories screamed in silence and turned to flight while each separate living haunted thought echoed off mental walls of stone trapped […]
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WHAT?
by improve everywhere Do you like poetry? I like poetry. My dogs have always like poetry. Have you ever heard me read poetry? How about if I sang it to you? Any chance for that? Come on where’s the support here, there, over there. It has to be here someplace, why else would I […]
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VOICES UNHEARD
The poet speaks in voices unheard Their words are spread upon a page unread within the confusion of mind speak the poet’s pen travels on, and on, and on and where from does the lighted darkness come where from does the need arise to shake the hand of God, I suppose and yet no one […]
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ALEEN Continued
And so as evening fell fully away from the day and Those watching went their separate way Speaking not of evil left there cloaked in dark wings And left behind small Aleen to sit high upon the hill The rocky hill that overlooked the city of LLandia Where the mission keeper sat and looked past […]
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Eric the Tiny Field Mouse contin.
Eric suddenly realized something was wrong. The hay smelled stale, rotted actually. How long had he slept, he wondered? Hours? Days? No, impossible, he had never slept for more than a few hours and if he had someone would have woken him. He heard shuffling and mumbling coming from off to his left and then […]
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Eric the Tiny Field Mouse Chapter Two
So it happened that Eric fell asleep for what appeared to be only a few minutes, but the reality was it was hours and days and months that had passed in a twinkling when Eric finally yawned and sat up in what was now a pollution of rotted hay for he had been left there […]
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Aleen the Winged
He sat up high on the hill above the city of Ilandia His six foot wingspan had been closed and wrapped securely around him more for warmth than stealth and concealment. He sat alone, disliking being near the others who were mostly newlings out for their first hunt and kill mission. They were all several […]
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Eric the Wee Field Mouse Part One
Eric the wee field mouse had spent the night cuddled in a warm spot in a glorious pile of summer fresh-cut hay piled up in a luxurious stack near the old barn on the Parrish Family Alpaca Farm. He stretched and yawned and looked around where he lay at the others still asleep and wondered what wondrous […]
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN 