This was assigned wednesday, due two weeks from today, and I had it ready in-class today.
And... I felt like posting them both, and giving you guys a chance to post some of your work. Be it Poetry, Short stories, or freakin Novels, go for it.
So, here are mine:
100 Word Elegy
"Calm Night"
This happened yesterday, with Purpl, Hakabakashii, and I. She is the Sister, he is the Brother.
'Twas a Clam Night,
this eve of thought.
My Sister and I walked through it.
Not by blood,
but by minds were we linked;
Kinship thick as blood,
but not of blood.
To the Park, we went,
enjoying the night.
For some time we
sat and spoke, to
share our lives as
kin oft will do.
The night went on,
nine tolls, nigh ten.
Brother of Blade
rode to meet us.
The three of kin
most trusted of all,
sat and spoke, Calm Night.
A Call from the Matriarch,
we left and said goodbye.
Brother of Blade Bid
a fair sleep, and
Sister of Soul, silent
night. I dreamt that night,
that Calm Night.
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250+ Word Short Story
"The Skyfarer"
Prompt: Give the man in "The Seafarer," one last Voyage, and detail it.
Would you hear the ramblings of a mad man? Then allow me my ranting for a while more.
With wind in the sails and a smile 'neath my brow, I set out. I brought no food nor drink, for it was to be my final voyage. I sailed away from the mainland for some hours, before a light most brilliant halted my vessel. 'Twas an Angel of God, winged and white-clothed. He spoke unto me,
"Calm thy heart, Seafarer. I am a servant of the Lord of Lords, with time to spare. Stay and Speak a while."
And so we spoke to dark, and til light again. We discussed or lives, and his life after.
"Fair Angel, I shall find you in Heav'n, for this is my final voyage."
"Good Seafarer, I leave you with a gift. Sail the Skies with the grace of god, and meet your end if you so choose."
The Angel flew to the skies, and, to great surprise, I too. The boards 'neath my feet creaked, as the sea meant to hold me. But the waves were no match for God's grace, and the brine found a longing for my hull. Wind yet filled my sails, and so I sailed through the air. How loft I was, I cannot say, but never had a tern gone higher than I. Gulls called in jealousy as my vessel flew over the land I'd gone away from. The flight brought to mind the mechanations of man. Higher and higher I flew, and smaller and smaller the world. The Grand Castles mean fawned over were no more than ant hills, small and insignificant. Then, my mind came upon truth, and my heart agreed. The plans of man have no worth.
What can man change? Can he fight God's will and Survive, the Victor? No, the plans and plots of man are worthless to god.
And then, a deeper truth, man is made to plan. God wills everything, and thus wills man to plan. Were god to not be, then would the plans mean nothing.
And a final truth. God wills all, and I will a peaceful end to this life. God wills my passing. I searched the holds for parchment and bottle. I wrote, "Dead is the Seafarer who discovered the world." I bottled it, knowing it would float on the oceans, and turned towards the sea.
As the oceans came to me, I recalled my time upon it. My soul longed for it, and my vessel knew it. The bottled message in hand, I returned to the sea, ready to fly to god.
