Phorknere: Chapter one- Older, Stronger, Braver and Bigger

Submitted by Kassady on Mon, 05/16/2011 - 21:49

 

Chapter one


 

Older, Stronger, Braver and Bigger


 


 

Phorknere clutched the sword that was his only defense against his older, stronger, braver and bigger brothers.


 

His eldest sat, his feet propped up against a tree stump, watching the proceedings with vigilance.


 

His second oldest was staring at them with squinted eyes, peering at them at all angles, deciding where was their weak spots, noticing many on Phorknere.


 

A Collection of Nothings

Submitted by Tamerah on Sun, 05/15/2011 - 23:46

Odd bits and scraps that never found a home.


1)
A trip to the end of the universe (and back),
is exactly what the Doctor prescribed,
He said a profound amount of stardust I lacked,
and without it, he feared, I would die.


2)
Your silver fine,
I lay supine,
pensive, to gaze at you.
Aloft you pull my thoughts along
as you streak the midnight blue.

How beauty fades
but yours will stay
imprinted on my eyes,
never to be seen again
except within my mind.

A Mysterious Jar

Submitted by Raine on Sun, 05/15/2011 - 10:15

 Clumsy and large on a dusty shelf

Clouded with age and cobwebs

She slumps on the narrow wooden shelf

High above eye level view

 

She collects spiders and dirt

One mouse tiptoes past, pausing a moment

To sniff the slumbering jar

Wandering away with lost interest

 

Dust collects on dust

Hiding her faded label

And she sits and slumbers

Alone in the attic

 

Beauty

Submitted by little woman on Sat, 05/14/2011 - 19:53

I feel beautiful when:

A total stranger holds the door for me, 'wasting' time in a busy world for someone they'll never see again.

The waitress acts like she really cares, and wants to be friendly, instead of the "I'm-paid-to-be-polite-but-I'd-really-rather-not,-and-since-you're-with-your-parents-and-they're-paying-I'll-ignore-you-and-just-waste-my-energy-on-not-making-them-mad."

The Fed-Ex lady asks what you're reading when you come to the door to sign for the package with a book in your hand.

Coming From A Stranger

Submitted by little woman on Sat, 05/14/2011 - 19:41

My church offers coffee and donuts after the 10:30 Mass. My family goes to this Mass both because it is the time that works best, and because the the littlest members can be bribed to behave well.

"Sit still and you can have a donut when Mass is over." "You need to face the front and stop waving at Annie, or no donut."

Not very holy, I know, but until they can see the beauty of the rite, they will be threatened with their once-a-week donut.

Undone

Submitted by Wings of Eternity on Fri, 05/13/2011 - 17:35

  Note: This poem was inspired by the song Stained Glass Masquerade by Casting Crowns. Enjoy :)

 

You don’t see beyond the smiling eyes

to seek the truth behind the lies.

The performance in this great parade

is really just a masquerade.

 

The steps have all been rehearsed.

It's Not That Simple ((Chapter Two))

Submitted by Madeline on Fri, 05/13/2011 - 15:57

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I had a lot to think over.

I let myself in that night, pouring myself a cup of lemonade and going upstairs. I stripped down and pulled on a new outfit, since I had already sweated through the other one. The summers here were the worst; incredibly and uncomfortably hot.

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