Submissions by Tarru
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
26th Mar 2012 4:14pm
26th Mar 2012 4:14pm
A Shadows night
A fire crackled and sparks flew from a log as it split in half. It was the darkest part of the night and shadows hung thick over all the stones of the castle. All was still and silent but for the shadow that moved swiftly along the edge of the east courtyard; directly toward the center of the castle. It glided over the ground, melting in and out of the deeper shadows of doorways and alleys. Nun of the sentries noticed the moving shadow, and those few that it pasted especially close to only felt a cold shiver run up their spines; a shiver that few had ever felt and fewer that lived to...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Mar 2012 4:01pm
11th Mar 2012 4:01pm
The Game
Chapter 1
Check.
Terik ran behind four Black-Op units at full tilt, down a narrow passage that delved ever deeper into the earth. He tried to breath through his nose as they twisted around corners and obstacles.
Down, they just kept going down. The deeper they got the worst the smell and the more bullets holes scarred the reinforced concrete walls. Terik took a quick look over his shoulder as they rounded another bend. For a moment he caught sight of more of their team, running almost quicker then his own advance unit.
Finally the lead man held up his right...
Check.
Terik ran behind four Black-Op units at full tilt, down a narrow passage that delved ever deeper into the earth. He tried to breath through his nose as they twisted around corners and obstacles.
Down, they just kept going down. The deeper they got the worst the smell and the more bullets holes scarred the reinforced concrete walls. Terik took a quick look over his shoulder as they rounded another bend. For a moment he caught sight of more of their team, running almost quicker then his own advance unit.
Finally the lead man held up his right...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Mar 2012 2:55am
7th Mar 2012 2:55am
Finding Veracity
Finding Veracity
Sitting against a rock with my legs tucked up close to my chest. My fingers turned the pages of a book that was as known to me as the voice of my father. The leather bound book was malleable from years of use, the edges of its pages were smooth to the touch and the leather was beginning to crack along its spine.
For me, this book held more then just printed words. This piece of my heart was a mirror of everything I cherished in this life. The rustle of its turning pages held memories I could never forget. The soft leather against the tips of my fingers...
Sitting against a rock with my legs tucked up close to my chest. My fingers turned the pages of a book that was as known to me as the voice of my father. The leather bound book was malleable from years of use, the edges of its pages were smooth to the touch and the leather was beginning to crack along its spine.
For me, this book held more then just printed words. This piece of my heart was a mirror of everything I cherished in this life. The rustle of its turning pages held memories I could never forget. The soft leather against the tips of my fingers...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Mar 2012 3:52pm
6th Mar 2012 3:52pm
The hunt
I was sitting at my desk, my hands dejectedly resting on a keyboard. My fingers itched to dance over the keys of my laptop. If only my brain would give them something to write.
An hour. I’ve spent an hour sitting here and still not a single thread of an idea has whispered a tune in my ear. Knowing me, I’ll most likely still be sitting here three hours from now. But it’s with a hope intent on snaring a fleeting idea for my assignment in those hours.
Another hour has gone by. My mind is empty, blank as the mocking document before me. If I stay here any longer my fingers are...
An hour. I’ve spent an hour sitting here and still not a single thread of an idea has whispered a tune in my ear. Knowing me, I’ll most likely still be sitting here three hours from now. But it’s with a hope intent on snaring a fleeting idea for my assignment in those hours.
Another hour has gone by. My mind is empty, blank as the mocking document before me. If I stay here any longer my fingers are...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2012 4:40pm
5th Mar 2012 4:40pm
Color’s gift
Color has a voice
One of docile hues and placid shades
Few do know nor can hear or even see this symphony
Before the human eye
Color tells its tale
Only asking to lift the veil
To fill the senses
With many songs and dances
Of a vibrant beauty beyond man’s fancies
Seeking to impart its gift
Though small to man it may appear
This gift can be the greatest cure
Color
One of docile hues and placid shades
Few do know nor can hear or even see this symphony
Before the human eye
Color tells its tale
Only asking to lift the veil
To fill the senses
With many songs and dances
Of a vibrant beauty beyond man’s fancies
Seeking to impart its gift
Though small to man it may appear
This gift can be the greatest cure
Color
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Mar 2012 4:09pm
5th Mar 2012 4:09pm
Roaj Munety
This is some work from a thriller i am writing. Ive never dabbled in this style before and i am just looking for some opinions on how I am doing so far. This is a first draft and is very rough, so i apologize for any grammatical errors you find.
If you wish to comment please be honest, good or bad
Prologue
Baker felt the bullet tare through his side, felt several of his ribs shattering under its lethal force. He cried out as he staggered to the side. He managed to get behind a support pillar...
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Prologue
Baker felt the bullet tare through his side, felt several of his ribs shattering under its lethal force. He cried out as he staggered to the side. He managed to get behind a support pillar...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Mar 2012 11:56pm
4th Mar 2012 11:56pm
The Crystal Key Weaver
The Crystal Key Weaver
Prolog
This was a night of change, a night of wonder and majesty like no other. This night the sky cried crystal tears that rested upon each other, filling every crack and crevice, turning all to white as it grew thicker. A stillness spread as the blanket of snow grew, because snow loves to eat sound as some know. But this night the snow was greedier then ever and it ate all sound, even the wind could not be heard; though it may have tried.
The snow spoke quietly to everything. It said...
Prolog
This was a night of change, a night of wonder and majesty like no other. This night the sky cried crystal tears that rested upon each other, filling every crack and crevice, turning all to white as it grew thicker. A stillness spread as the blanket of snow grew, because snow loves to eat sound as some know. But this night the snow was greedier then ever and it ate all sound, even the wind could not be heard; though it may have tried.
The snow spoke quietly to everything. It said...
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