Day 2: Land of Horrors – Poem

A few of us died today

Their faces twisted

Their skin bloated

One can only imagine the horrors they experienced before they drew their last breath

But I choose not to


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Day 1: First Step – Poem

I never believed I would survive thus far

Nor did I have any notion of surviving henceforth

For the vast purple gloom that stretched before us

And the horrors that had befallen us before

Seethed away my sanity

Yet, we pressed on

From sheer desperation

To utter despair

We pressed on


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A Fictional Journal Written in Poetic Verse – Writer’s Update

Poems are usually inspired by what you observe, or the emotions that you feel, from real life. But I have discovered, for a while now, that you can create beautiful poems from your imagination, as well. My fantasy world, for instance, is rich in conflict and varied in environments, so I figured I’d create fictional poems about the Universe of ‘The Book of Legacy’.

I experimented at first with regular poems, but it gradually developed into a hybrid between a fictional journal and fiction poetry. Basically, it was a journal written in poetic verse.

I put it up on writingforums.com and people seemed to like it. But they found it hard to read more than a few verses at the time, for such is the nature of poetry, to be read and absorbed one at the time. So, I decided to make it entirely into a fictional journal about an important event from the lore of ‘The book of Legacy’. An event that happened long before the era that my novel takes place in.

However, I very much like my poems, so while I’m polishing the short story journal, I will post some of the verses that are as vague as I could make them – so to not spoil anything.

I purposely left out key facts to add to the mystery and the intrigue of the story, but some things will be explained in the fictional journal once it’s finished – but not everything. I want to leave room for the readers to imagine themselves what really happened without making it confusing and convoluted.

Anyway, I hope that you will enjoy my little experiment and I would appreciate any feedback along the way.

Life’s Work – Poetry Fiction

Fire rained over her head; sparkles of light glistering as the gears crashed against one another. Her life’s work all in ruin.

What is Originality? – Poem

What is originality? but a copy of something already existing?

They say that no thought is truly original,

And always stem from something already seen

Already heard

Already existing

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I believe nature was the first source to our creativity

To our imagination

Then it is no surprise why it took tens of thousands of years before our society evolved beyond animilasim

Nor is it any surprise in which rate our society evolves today

Faith – Poem

Faith is a difficult word

A word but a few can truly claim to understand

For faith requires utter acceptance to that which we cannot see

That which we cannot touch

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Someone with faith cannot waver to argument

Cannot be threatened with facts

People with faith do not have to prove to someone lacking thereof to validate one’s faith

Nor do the lacking thereof have to validate theirs

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Faith is a beautiful thing for those that truly accepts it

A proclamation of love to the unknown

However, faith is often claimed by those that are the most uncertain

The most easily corrupt

The Vaan – Book of Legacy

The Vaan

The most vile creatures that every existed

Their temples surely cursed

Their civilisation surely backwards

Yet the destruction they inflicted… inconceivable


Another lore poem from my fantasy novel. This time, it’s about a people shrouded in mystery. The destroyers of worlds they say. Yet, their presence and legacy vanished into fairytales and legends.

The Tainted – Book of Legacy

Vile are the mixers of the blood

The betrayers of the race

The tainted


Another teaser for my novel. It speaks of the so-called ‘tainted’, a people which eyes are no longer the colours of the prime

Hazardous Journey – Poem

The wind roared from high above

The anger seething through his skin

The sand piercing through his pores

His mind filled with only regret

 

Life Undone – Very Short Story

It was oddly calming, being confined in this room, with nowhere to go and nothing to see; nothing to do but wait and to contemplate.

The knife pierced through his flesh, burrowing deeper and deeper until only the handle stuck out of his chest. The victim gurgled as his lungs filled with blood and with one last act of desperation, he grabbed the handle and tried to pull it out. But all his strength soon seethed out of him and his hands fell to the side.

Standing above the victim, a man watched the fruitless struggle with fascination as the light vanished from the victim’s eyes. His whole body trembled with both excitement and fear. His eyes unblinking – like the victims.

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