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Forum topicthe Prey by Queen elf tcook618 years 10 months ago

My stories

Night's Passage.

Dark clouds brooding low Presaging wings of the storm Tipped with lurid light Like a hovering eagle Before it's prey is sighted. The moon rides the night While black stallion gallops And tossing its head

The Gardener.(Words of Comfort).

God gave to us a garden enriched with fertile soil To plant our little seedlings in that no one else could spoil. He left us no instructions; it was up to us to choose, Which plants that we would put there, which space that we could use.

Poetry Laid Bare.

Don't ask me to write your way, Clipped sentences, words that Leave spaces where thoughts Should go.
Cherry

Death's Uneasy Alliance.(or pull up a Pew)

Death didn't look up to much today; in fact he looked positively wilted. His black suit needed pressing, the crisp white shirt in need of some starch and his tie was drooping at half-mast. 'Care for a snifter, matey?' I asked casually, knowing his temper was unreliable at best and earth shaking at it's its worst.

Just another Carton.

Just another carton lying in the dust And debris of advanced civilisation, Kicked by scuffed trainers from Children who go home and their Mother's think, why do I spend My money this way? On brand names

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