Faces in the Wind

Submitted by Timothy on Mon, 02/11/2008 - 02:05

One speck on a solitary hill, standing
Outlined against the green, watching
Flowered plains stretching, empty
While birds swoop, flashing
A sudden blot of red, soaking
Into trampled mud, churning
Hooves grinding fragile petals
Swaying peacefully in the breeze, catching
Wisps of hair on a solitary hill, above
Distant eyes, staring, dimly down
Into rocky glades, stones sharp as swords
Cutting, shattering against metal, hanging
Suspended among screams, mud churned with red

Beautiful to Him

Submitted by Raine on Sat, 02/09/2008 - 16:49

I heard a beautiful song a little while back, and want to share it and my thoughts with you.

"So much noise, so much peace destroyed. I can hardly hear the voice leading me thru the void.
So much noise...Destruction in disguise. Opportunities to compromise, to make the beautiful in their eyes."

Chapter 1 of Elcarim

Submitted by Lucia on Fri, 02/08/2008 - 19:06

Elcarim
Chapter 1
Jason plopped a mound of orange, sticky, singed macaroni and cheese onto his sister Maggie’s plate. She wrinkled her slightly freckled nose.
“Eeuw, you know there’s no way I’m eating that,”
“Mrs. Freedy told me to make you guys macaroni, so I did. My cooking isn’t that bad,” Jason retorted.

Free

Submitted by Sarah on Fri, 02/08/2008 - 18:15
In a vault
no way out.
Screams,
echoing madly.

A Light,
at the far end.
It frightens,
and draws me.

A Darkness,
holding me back.
I struggle,
but cannot move.

The Light,
it beckons me.
To draw nearer,
but I am held tight.

I scream,
not a cry of despair.
But a cry for help.
The Light draws nearer.

The Darkness,
tightens it’s hold.
The Light,
seeks to pull me away.

In the midst,
of a colossal battle,

Winter Night

Submitted by Ezra on Wed, 02/06/2008 - 22:13

A land of crusty winter night,
Frozen by despair; a deep, cold
Mysterious blanket of white
Which mocks the bare-limbed frosty trees
And floats down through the silent air.

A winter that no spring can pierce:
Hear the grass; it groans with weight,
The snow of many frosty years;
And yet it cannot change its fate,
But languishes in desperate fears.

Chapter 3: An odd occurence and an odd bookstore

Submitted by Christa on Tue, 02/05/2008 - 03:26

“Hey there stinky. I’m glad you’re awake. When Carl brought you through the house portal he said he’s never seen anyone black out as fast as you from a little bit of mind reading before. You oughter be more careful, you’ll get the suits more interested in us than they already are.” Jeb’s voice, deep with an occasional odd high-pitched crackle, jabbed sharp stiletto pains into Jenna’s skull fiercely in time with her heartbeat.

The Prophecy

Submitted by Michal on Fri, 02/01/2008 - 23:24

Two shall rise
Above the rest.
In strength, power, and wisdom.

Two shall stand
for what is right,
and shall protect, all else from harm.

Two shall stand,
Two shall rise,
Two shall conquer.

Note: This is the beginning to
a story I'm writing, It's a Prophecy
about the main characters, Venus and Vakos.