Submissions by Fillenatrix
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"Maths is harder than remembering to breathe," Ralph Wiggum.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Jul 2015 9:44pm
13th Jul 2015 9:44pm
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The desert is blistering and vast. I find it relaxing. My black hair streamed in the harsh wind. My feet barely touch the ground but its over much too quickly. The storm had started picking up. Some believe the desert is barren but I'm surrounded by life, small and fast, large and majestic. All of which are scurrying to get away from the coming sandstorm. I brush my hand against the sword in my sheath, feeling the hum of possessed metal. A comforting habit.
I have no need to seek shelter but I come across a village. I have my wings spread wide. I would have been startling to them...
I have no need to seek shelter but I come across a village. I have my wings spread wide. I would have been startling to them...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jul 2015 7:58pm
13th Jul 2015 7:58pm
A stupid little thing I wrote in grade 3
You can not see me
No, you can only feel my touch
My name is the wind
No, you can only feel my touch
My name is the wind
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
18th Mar 2015 3:08pm
18th Mar 2015 3:08pm
Chapter 21 the land of the rising sun, part four, final
The years had passed without much living for me. I waited for my husbands death notice. Instead I waited with the other women and screamed with joy as the men came down from the ships. Saltwater Jack spotted me first. He called the secret bird song we had made for each other in clandestine meetings when we were owned by the missions that had lured him away and stolen me.
I ran to him, flinging myself upon him speaking our forbidden language. We held each other as we walked down the bustling streets of Broome. I saw Hartley with his father in his wheelchair and even absentminded...
I ran to him, flinging myself upon him speaking our forbidden language. We held each other as we walked down the bustling streets of Broome. I saw Hartley with his father in his wheelchair and even absentminded...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
18th Mar 2015 9:08am
18th Mar 2015 9:08am
Chapter 21 the land of the rising sun, part three
Alice had realised her dream of going to England to visit her mother's family. Her body had finally regained its strength but her mind was still fragile and erratic like a butterfly.
Although by no means a weak woman when Alice's grandmother, uncle, aunt and cousins took her to see the rose garden dedicated to her mother, Ida Penrose, it was simply too much to shoulder the grief and pain anymore. Her aunt Josephine sent a telegram informing us Alice would be returning prematurely following a..."BREAK DOWN OF MENTAL STABILITY NOT UNCOMMON IN THE FAIRER SEX. YOU MUST UNDERSTAND...
Although by no means a weak woman when Alice's grandmother, uncle, aunt and cousins took her to see the rose garden dedicated to her mother, Ida Penrose, it was simply too much to shoulder the grief and pain anymore. Her aunt Josephine sent a telegram informing us Alice would be returning prematurely following a..."BREAK DOWN OF MENTAL STABILITY NOT UNCOMMON IN THE FAIRER SEX. YOU MUST UNDERSTAND...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
17th Mar 2015 11:25am
17th Mar 2015 11:25am
Chapter 21 the land of the rising sun, part two
Ida was kinder then most people saw her, more vulnerable. She was a fair mistress and when alone with her she was a fair friend. Sometimes people tend to hold into certain ideals when they feel threatened and are in unfamiliar places. Ida was one such case. I remember one lazy summer afternoon well, drinking tea and eating scones we had made together.
The laughter of my memory fades and I was left staring at the paint peeling walls. The curled strips stretched out like claws in the semi darkness, as if to pull me in and steal me away. I shivered. It felt like a thousand ancestors eyes...
The laughter of my memory fades and I was left staring at the paint peeling walls. The curled strips stretched out like claws in the semi darkness, as if to pull me in and steal me away. I shivered. It felt like a thousand ancestors eyes...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
17th Mar 2015 8:55am
17th Mar 2015 8:55am
Chapter 21 the land of the rising sun, part one
I did this chapter as a school assignment. We read a book then had to add a chapter in somewhere in the prospective of a character we found interesting. I chose to add a new ending. The book was called "The Divine Wind
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The hot gushing blood spatters across the crying woman's face. She screamed and kicked at her captors, trying to run to her husband as the soldiers hit him with the butts of their guns. Her accent was thick as she begged them to stop. I turned away from the display of military discipline. The groceries were...
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The hot gushing blood spatters across the crying woman's face. She screamed and kicked at her captors, trying to run to her husband as the soldiers hit him with the butts of their guns. Her accent was thick as she begged them to stop. I turned away from the display of military discipline. The groceries were...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Feb 2015 9:04am
28th Feb 2015 9:04am
Freedom
I flexed my wings and liked how it felt. I soared up into the heavens to be at peace, mostly with myself. Gently I coasted on my back, my feathered appendages, the strongest part of me, carrying me along the currents of air. The clouds were moist I where brushed them, circling the world. I didn't see much permanent life existing in the atmosphere. It seems ridiculous now but...hope doesn't sound so bad these days. I turned floating strait, my heels pointing down toward the ground, the illusion of standing firm, and I gazed at the sun. My days burn with sun and sky and my nights with star and...
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STORY POEM
Published
28th Feb 2015 4:48am
28th Feb 2015 4:48am
Greenhouse
Act 1
The greenhouse is beautiful. Brilliant shades of green. Fiery ruby flowers blooming like kisses floated on the leaves. Life flowed like streams of ribbons in a summer breeze, intertwining. The androgynous man, with luminous beauty that outshone the sun and stars he toiled beneath, was more at home here then the mansion down the long and crooked path.
Act 2
The woman leaned against the cold metal bench. Biting rose vine thorns curled around her ankles and snaked up her thighs. Thorns break, dying as they cut into the soft skin trying to defend...
The greenhouse is beautiful. Brilliant shades of green. Fiery ruby flowers blooming like kisses floated on the leaves. Life flowed like streams of ribbons in a summer breeze, intertwining. The androgynous man, with luminous beauty that outshone the sun and stars he toiled beneath, was more at home here then the mansion down the long and crooked path.
Act 2
The woman leaned against the cold metal bench. Biting rose vine thorns curled around her ankles and snaked up her thighs. Thorns break, dying as they cut into the soft skin trying to defend...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Feb 2015 00:45am
28th Feb 2015 00:45am
DasMoona
She slept the dreams of sweet refrain.
She rose to gaze upon the forbidden fruit hanging just beyond her reach outside the gilded bars of her perfect bed.
The only world she knew. Partake and be destroyed or remain asleep and exist
She rose to gaze upon the forbidden fruit hanging just beyond her reach outside the gilded bars of her perfect bed.
The only world she knew. Partake and be destroyed or remain asleep and exist
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