Tag: Writing
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Felteryme’s Viewport
With the Paniom dropped And time’s flow stopped Now ALL could be seen On the Felteryme’s screen. The dressmaker Haryette of Grantala wept Every night since the time she slept And her son was taken (by the serpent Hor) Seen now by Locke deep within P’Tor. Oggress the Gnarl and Mystic K’Sandra Gathered around Locke…
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The One That Got Away
“He went down there!” Oscar said pointing along the road where the bollards were. “That road’s closed,” Jamie replied, pointing to the bollards, “there’s no way he would have gone down there.” “He did, I saw him!” Oscar was indignant. He stomped both his red wellington boots-clad feet in turn, waved his large net ferociously,…
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Elusive!
There one minute Gone the next! The Cormorant Captured, frozen in a split second, Replaced by ripples And a memory of what was.
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Touch of Red
Above a haze of blue,A sphere of silver brightens a star-scattered skyBut hidden within the canopy of lights Lies a lone red star. Similar yet totally different to all the rest.A beacon of individuality… or perhaps a warning of a possible future?
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The Paniom Drops
Through Felteryme’s viewport Locke observed Pickanickl’s quest halted, caged like a bird; Oggress the Gnarl through jagged grin Declared “Drop the Paniom, let it begin!” Locke cast aside a withering glance As she’d discovered just by chance Her first born son, Caldane, too caged ‘Though she was too pleased to be enraged. “Silence, Oggress,” Locke…
The Mansionic Perspective 