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Monday, May 23, 2016

3 Short Stories



In the deepest keep of the most high Emperor
Fools trigger an ancient artifact
Without knowing the consequences
Moments later, screams are heard
And a warrior has been attacked
Ambushed in fact
By the released beast from the hells
A demon with inhuman hungers
After release from a millennia long slumber
The battle is uneven, with a warrior who refuses to die
And a demon who has just been awakened
The naginata causes blood and parts to fly
And the tentacles lash gashes in the unshaken foe
Together one is content to die in honor
The other retreats, content to live in shame
And neither die this night
But this demon has a name
It is Cthulhu's spawn
And it will return
Just as came
This night



The crows gather upon the beach, feasting upon the left over remains of the human wasted food.  They are loud, cawing towards each other, and they screech at those watching from a distance, for they cannot tolerate this disgusting insane world of humanity.  We take, kill, and leave behind most of the flesh, to decay and be wasted.   We are fools, to live at the top, and never look how easy it will be for us all to fall.


In the Dream Lands you can become what you can imagine
But not everyone imagines life in the same fashion
So some fear and attempt never to be noticed
And they are eaten by the least dragons
Others are bold and never show fear
Leaving the dead enemies in their wake
And their own family dying of famine
Of emotional starvation
And others can't believe
That this place allows them to take wing
And soar above the desert floor
They rise above the world's damnation
And never look back
For they are alive and flying
Far away from their fears



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