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| A very Fine taste of Prose.; Not poetry- Prose. Short stories and such. | |
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| LostronXyv | Jun 21 2010, 03:07 PM Post #1 |
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" Necessity is the first cousin of invention. "
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It's basically the same thing though this involves more of prose than poetry. Shamans, Whiskeys and Men. Comments Not too large, though I summarized it pretty much to the point of somewhat more of a prophecy than a story. It's basically a prose on how Whiskey Shamans and Men are related from yesteryear to today. Well I'll you a story of Shamans and Whiskeys and Men. And how they are related in more ways than one. For there was just the basic people of women and children under the sun and moon. More people came and brought wisdom to the ignorant land. They tried to remind them that knowledge is all around them regardless of what they really say. So they force them and force them the books of courage and wisdom, scholarship relations down their throats. Assuring them they would all be adept in all the ways they denied it over dumbness and ignorance and happiness as well. Shun by their people they were force to wander the desert without no water no camel no such kind of shelter or transportation. It has been many months since anyone had heard from these mystics from the unknown library land. Presumed that they were all dead regardless of what they had strive for in the beginning to the end. It has been aeons since anyone has heard of them. Luckily I can tell you the story of which will continue my passage. The mystics were drinking and drinking their sorrows away at an unknown uncuth bar so far from their original land. Whiskey after Whiskey, Tequila to Wine they never stopped drinking until they forgot to think in their drunken tipsy minds they beloved. Until now they had no forgiveness over the misunderstood and underrated people they once knew and loved. The mystics forgot their mothers and sisters and teachers and everything else in between. Dubbed the new 'Drunken Kings' they stood on the bar with pride. With Beer in their hands they rose it up and cheered for the world to stop moving and hoped humanity would cease to exist any longer. They told them they told them people must find an answer rather than a way. Of all the presidents and governors kings and queens we had never really mattered for they never fixed the problem eternally. Another one another problem will always come in a millisecond. Without mercy without instructions preparation, anticipation, and every emotional qualities humans desires. We were all so ugly in our own special way it's the sad truth but truth must be heard whether they like it or not. So we move to the future and view all the poor drunks in our bars. Of what they had life stories to tell that no one ever listened. Just like the mystics in this very short short story, Daily drunks whether male or female can always have stories to tell. Of what probably was an idea to solve the problem instantly falls on deaf ears. So I ask you, the fellow reader to review this piece and see what I really mean when I say those three are related. It doesn't matter opinion is opinion yours and yours alone. |
![]() "All war is deception" - Sun Tzu .:Biographies:. Lostron Xyv l Slain VR2 l Asturias Castillo :Disclaimer: To accommodate with Two Tailed Fox Forums restrictions, the profiles of Leia Audovera, Levia Le'Victus and Marx, will not make an appearance to this board, as well as censoring few sections to the other profiles, Lostron Xyv, Asturias Castillo, and Slain VR2. These characters are my primary characters and will remain in-character despite the few restrictions. Thank you! | |
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| Skylar | Jun 21 2010, 04:32 PM Post #2 |
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I'm bordering on insanity. Why fight it?
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Uh cool stories dude I look forward to more |
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| LostronXyv | Jul 2 2010, 09:52 PM Post #3 |
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" Necessity is the first cousin of invention. "
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From Death Walls. The History of Invention. Preview. +Preview+ Loathe on how thy power brings thee. Loathe of what thy God offers to thee. Stricken by them, minions of Hades, and other reckless unfortunates that dwells in Hells caverns. Sent by caravans from Earth and bought from thine Devil whose fire tint gleams, singing us songs of underworlds past. Thy brothers whom corrupted, thy mother whom sicken, whom quenched blood of Devil now eternally thrives in Hades' arms. Benevolent hero offers wish to him, thrust by thy owns will and cast thee into River Styx. From there the hero turns to minion follower and forever prays until Devil fades. On thy bed sheet, lies no other symbol but Cross, and burned instantly after first glance. Ultimate sin, cursed by Hades and now roams the Death Walls of which Lenore has invented. Lenore, whom being tyrant minion of Hades, whom slitted the holy lands with sinful bricks, of what created now a wall. To separate Praise, Hope, and Love for Anger, Greed, and Hate. It was him whom now turns insanity into a statue of normality. Now with zephyr felt from cries and tears, blaming the monstrosity of which Lenore had created, under name of Devil, to bring forth the Death Walls. Now which Hell gains, as Heaven diminishes. God, of being disobedient, obnoxious and crude, now ignores such Walls and creates thine hideaway for thyself. For him to wallow in failures, for him to be isolated from persons desires, now shouts Hades name under defeat. With clouds shaded black, and hope fathoming and savoring darkness, to the abyss we meet an unknown. Unnamed, unloved, unnoticed, the unknown travels west to the Walls and savors it's gloomy threshold. Writing his words in paper, for thee be a poet. Writing madly, and madly perpetually, of what now he despised, the beast the creation the forsaken hellish division, of what now was the Death Walls. =========== I plan for this prose to be at least 12+ paragraphs. I am plan to conclude this around the end of July. |
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