So I heard a train passing by ... by Rebbeg, literature
Literature
So I heard a train passing by ...
I am on my way home, waiting in the cold, cutting wind. My train won't be here for another ten minutes. I watch the other platforms as I tuck my face deeper into my collar. I watch the trains stop, they spew out some humans, sometimes dozens at a time. A fascinating display to gaze at during these waits. From the other side of the platform another train departs, a long car transport. As the locomotif steams off, the rails tremble under the enormous weight of the carriages. The air fills with the sound of rumbling steel. The racket entangles the entire trainstatione. As the train accelerates, clashes of metal sound. The wheels screech as they
Go away, leave me alone
I don't feel like talking.
Turn around, walk out the door
Just leave me be
I don't care about the world right now
only for one person:
the person that I love the most,
the person that is me.
I only need one friend right now,
and that friend is already here.
Othyn, era I, The human being by Rebbeg, literature
Literature
Othyn, era I, The human being
The world didn't always knew
words like:
peace,
love.
At the dawn of men,
the world was chaos.
The world was hell itself.
But the three archangels sought to change that.
They wanted a home for mankind.
In their attempt to ban all evil from earth,
they descended from the heavens themselves.
Known amongst men
as the Three Judges,
they pushed evil back to the abyss.
It was the dawn of peace and order.
But the Abyss was still present,
dorming in the shadows cast by the newfound light.
Decades past
and chaos slowly marched on.
Corrupting,
one human at a time.
It grew strong,
strong enough to rebel against the fair Judges.
Tw
Another story takes place
In a land nowhere near
Evil has conquered
All people live in fear
A hero must rise
That will fight for good
A woman gives birth
To the hero that is you
You grow up in a village
Hidden in the night
You learn about the terror
As you learn how to fight
You're training ends
With an old wise man
He shares with you his wisdom
And crafts a cunning plan
You leave your home
Your destiny lies ahead
You step out of the darkness
Perhaps to sudden death
The journey is hard
The road is long
You try to forget
But you remember the songs
You want to return
To what you once left behind
You want to get back
T
The water is still
the ground frozen
the wind cuts with its sharpest knife
the animals are absent
the plants seem to be dead
And a human wander in between
The colours are white
as snow hides the sleeping green
the landscape is empty
the landscape is one
And a human dreams in between
the winter brings beauty
as it pauses everything else
and a human dies in between
Go away, leave me alone
I don't feel like talking.
Turn around, walk out the door
Just leave me be
I don't care about the world right now
only for one person:
the person that I love the most,
the person that is me.
I only need one friend right now,
and that friend is already here.
Othyn, era I, The human being by Rebbeg, literature
Literature
Othyn, era I, The human being
The world didn't always knew
words like:
peace,
love.
At the dawn of men,
the world was chaos.
The world was hell itself.
But the three archangels sought to change that.
They wanted a home for mankind.
In their attempt to ban all evil from earth,
they descended from the heavens themselves.
Known amongst men
as the Three Judges,
they pushed evil back to the abyss.
It was the dawn of peace and order.
But the Abyss was still present,
dorming in the shadows cast by the newfound light.
Decades past
and chaos slowly marched on.
Corrupting,
one human at a time.
It grew strong,
strong enough to rebel against the fair Judges.
Tw
Another story takes place
In a land nowhere near
Evil has conquered
All people live in fear
A hero must rise
That will fight for good
A woman gives birth
To the hero that is you
You grow up in a village
Hidden in the night
You learn about the terror
As you learn how to fight
You're training ends
With an old wise man
He shares with you his wisdom
And crafts a cunning plan
You leave your home
Your destiny lies ahead
You step out of the darkness
Perhaps to sudden death
The journey is hard
The road is long
You try to forget
But you remember the songs
You want to return
To what you once left behind
You want to get back
T
The water is still
the ground frozen
the wind cuts with its sharpest knife
the animals are absent
the plants seem to be dead
And a human wander in between
The colours are white
as snow hides the sleeping green
the landscape is empty
the landscape is one
And a human dreams in between
the winter brings beauty
as it pauses everything else
and a human dies in between
open your eyes
warm air all around
and realize
you cannot feel the ground
white fades to colours
the room disappears
and outside
the dawn
never looked so beautiful
colours fade to black
close your eyes
you can't look back
dawn of the last day
once you've seen it
you can't run away.
Wii Would Like to Play by In-The-Machine, literature
Literature
Wii Would Like to Play
Little Susan B. stood staring at the thing before her in disbelief.
"Fat," she said. "I'm fat?"
"I'm a machine. Machines don't lie."
"But I'm ten."
"Ten and fat."
"But how can you tell? There's gotta be some mistake."
"Okay, kid, listen up. I've got your goddamn height and BMI right here. Right here inside me.
And according to my records, you suck at boxing, you suck at running, your physical age is that of a 48-year-old male and you suck at Brawl."
"Hey, you're being mean!"
"I'm not mean. I'm a machine. Can't take playing with me? If you don't like it then take yourself somewhere else and maybe go and play with the other babies ou
And there she was sitting, staring through the bars of her dreary prison cell, a shadow of her former self. Her emerald eyes had lost their shine and emanating from them was the hurt, caused by a chain of events that led to a wrong accusation; a life ruined forever...
Amelia admired the sparkling emerald heart on a silver chain. It had been a gift from Jacob, who she had met just a few weeks ago. Every few days he sent her presents, usually something such as a bunch of spring flowers or a box of luxurious chocolates. She didn't ask for them - in fact she repeatedly told him to stop - but still every so often a gift would arrive addressed to
Everything had been prepared for this moment. The swamp dragon blood was neatly arranged in a circle, smeared a bit at the top when the dragon had woken from its drugged slumber and become very irritated. Bordering that were several dark brown candles, borrowed from the Unseen University's famous candle stack, and as close to black as Barnett could find on short notice. Skulls of chickens and stray dogs were positioned between the candles, each glaring at each other with their blank sockets. At the center was a the horn of a rhinocerous. The trouble with using dark magic, as Barnett had found during
I can feel myself growing older.
I see bones and veins in my hands.
I am young, but feel the age upon me.
I have not been good to myself.
Mental illness and fabrication of the perfect woman as told by the media
has left me empty.
I have since gained insight from my bout with a disorder,
but it continues to wrap around me and tell me I am worthless.
I had given up alcohol for 9 weeks to better my health.
Now that I can drink again I find myself a slave to the drug.
I wait for the next sunset as it carries the reassuring toll-
-to drink and forget my angst.
I consume it's life and covet the heavenly emotion it brings.
Why must some
In winter watchers wood, we wait for the weird to wake,
Digital dangers in distant realms, mark the way for a phantom stranger
Pulling plants for power pills on route to the tower,
Powder and dust covers everything, I rejoice in the age of an item.
Delve deep in deadly devil pits, when itching cyber net tics,
Shed skin to begin, red road to ruin, lost in a new direction,
Think fast or fumble and fall flat forever,
Boundries of iron dissolve like lost fractions.
Full moon in a pond reflects trials for tomorrow,
Shallow steps sinking on a surface unclean,
Sip from the cup for the brim spilleth over,
All nonsense comes clear in this t
Fallen From Glory by Eryn-Grace-OMalley, literature
Literature
Fallen From Glory
Fallen From Glory
First the idea is formed in your mind
An adventure full of glory
The perfect story
Time to write it you will find
Now you sit to type your tale
The words pour forth like rain
You work hard but still are sane
In this task you will not fail
Suddenly you hit a wall
You know exactly what you wish to write
This writer's block you must fight
From glory your story must not fall
It takes some time but you soon break free
And the words you needed you again can find
The story you write will be one of a kind
Your story's glory you once again see
Finally you finish typing the last word
The last line of your story
In a
I've started working on the scenery which can be found at http://conmyth.wikia.com/wiki/Orthyn.
I don't know when I will start on the saga and how I will present it.
I've decided to upload some of my first poetry works
I've started writing poetry since i was about 14.
of course I'll only show the poems worthy of mentioning.