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Writing Test # 1 The sun was warm and shining in the bright blue sky, not a single puffy cloud obstructing its light.Writing Test # 1 by ~DarkZelda15
Said light was beaming on a figure gleaming with blood. I was unable to move a single muscle as the figure smiled, their white wings stained sanguine.
"I was hoping things like you could put up a better fight, oh well," the angel said with a sigh, glancing at the lifeless bodies scattered around them.
Every fiber in my being wanted to yell at the horrible monster. I wasn't just a thing. But no sound came out of my parched mouth whenever I opened it. While the angel continued jeering and taunting me, I fought to try to move so I could at least punch the angel in the face.
Before I could muster enough power to do so, the angel stopped laughing, their face horrified as a sword stabbed them in the chest. I watched in surprise as the being slumped to the ground.
"They're getting more corrupted by the day." Slowly, I managed to look up at
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They Watch You SleepThey Watch You Sleep:They Watch You Sleep by *WordOfChen
There are many bards who can tell you tales
Of the creeping shadows that come at night
We've seen them crawling along the walls
In the absence of the light...
On the darkest of nights, cold and chill
You can hear them quietly gibbering.
They speak of things that you cannot know
Which is why they are always whispering.
It is said that they will know the future
and that they know the fate of every man
They are here to watch his path unfold
or perhaps to have him damned...
These sick and twisted animals
Bear a stench that is rather foul
But you will only smell this scent
if they choose to remove their cowl
Blood CrusadeBlood Crusade:Blood Crusade by *WordOfChen
They rode upon the backs of thundering horses
for faith had unleashed a terrible beast
These men would offer their souls in service
to the dark unholy priests...
"To what end do we serve our Lord and Master
is justice not the ultimate form of faith?
Should we not stand and fight in his name
to cleanse the Earth of this heathen waste!"
It was these orators, chaplains of faith;
men of the cloth who bore a fire
They lit their brothers with impassioned speeches
fueled by their own desire...
They taught their followers that blood was faith
and devotion was found at the edge of a blade
"Blessed is the mind too small fo
Living a LieLiving a Lie:Living a Lie by *WordOfChen
I feel like I've awakened from a comatose state
And the world has gone on without me.
I stretch my legs and take a walk outside
And for the very first time I see:
A strange kind of beauty, that is utterly alluring
It calls out to my spirit with the gentlest of cries.
I'm afraid to admit, for it was rather unmanly,
That I left with tears in my eyes...
I can't imagine how I could have forgotten
The very way that I used to walk...
I remember now my habitual actions
And I've even learned to talk!
"Arrr me hearties, good day to ya all
It be a fine day ta sail on tha sea
And if we find a plethora o' treasure;
The Secret of the TreesBeneath the glow of the twisting moon, we can feelThe Secret of the Trees by *WordOfChen
a horror beginning its birth. The serpent will slither
into a moistened cave and the blood will spill from broken lips
The secret was hidden beneath the trees, where the lovers
were kissed and never told. Yet the stains remain upon the grass.
Never to be erased...
How many times will I return, to a place I wish
I'd never see. Perhaps it is a way for me
To think of that which I regret...
But the man would never remind himself, of the horror
unleashed beneath falling leaves. The petals bear witness
to the struggled screaming, muffled by hands and feet.
A choking embodiment of sweat
Winter- Spontaneous PoetryI long for winter-
when the last leaves
turn to dull crunches
under cold-stiffened shoes;
when the wind blows holes in hedges;
when the snakes and birds go and rest
and rain drowns out their sleep-talking.
When forsaken branches lie
strewn across flooded,
When it's strange and still
Cold that numbs your skin
and makes your bones shiver
in icy veins of blood.
Where I belong;
with the silence and the cold
and the loneliness
that gives you time to think
and wonder and long
for when spring will finally come.