The darkness, all engulfing. The silence – thought to be everlasting – penetrated by a continuous thumping. The muffled noise drew nearer as the walls of limestone slowly cracked until it crumbled into bits. Wind gushed inside, drawing fresh air into a surrounding that… Continue Reading “Chamber of Knowledge – Very Short Story”
Tremble at the castle of old Its structures still standing Hidden beneath the caverns of darkness Once a palace of light Of refuge Forgotten by time Grind away by the elements It will dissipate Its past unresolved Its time nigh Featured image drawn by… Continue Reading “Castle of Refuge – Poem”
Strange people pass The village unyielding Staring at their visage What filth unappealing Gawk at their misfortune They continue to do Until all of them moved What ever shall we do? For as the strangers were gone Their own misfortune they were reminded Back… Continue Reading “Lady Bliss #2 – Poem”
We rarely gawk at the strangers no more Their appearance no longer interesting Their complexion grown too sore How do they live with such marks? The villagers wondered Such unending filth attached to their skin At the streets yonder Yet once the strangers were… Continue Reading “Lady Bliss #1 – Poem”
Most of you probably don’t know this, but I have a blog on Niume where I experiment with different kinds of blog post that I don’t want on this site. Book of Legacy should be all about stories and poetry, so that’s how its… Continue Reading “Niume Blog – Fictional Post”
Fantasy and imagination I want to stay But friends wants to grow up And I can’t find a way Their youth inappropriate Yet they grow up all the same Fantasy I want to remain Why won’t you do the same?
Use the photograph above as the inspiration for your flash fiction story. Write whatever comes to mind (no sexual, political, or religious stories, jokes, or commentary, please) and after you PROOFREAD it, submit it as your entry in the comments section below. There will… Continue Reading “Mystic Dune – Flash Fiction Contest”
Darkness enveloped us Particles stirred by our presence, Parching our throats We wanted to turn back But it was too late For the second we descended into this nightmare There was no place to look but forward No regrets Only the future
A people with no roots No land to claim as their own Vanquished from their place of origin They journeyed through the generations Alway on the move Only through wits have they retained their identity, Their culture, And their spirit * Through hardships they… Continue Reading “The Rightful People – Poem”
Is it possible to write humorously? To laugh by the format of the sad, The dramatic, And the misinterpreted?