The hilt of his sword shattered. The giant brutes towered over him. Shaking, he stood. For this nation, he fights. For this people, he dies.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Another one...
To emerge from his cacoon of blankets as a butterfly or to rot and become ashes, he didn't care. If only this day would end.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
25.25 more fun this time
Twas a smashing party and all of us were well and truly shnookered. That's when the old bloke from Surry started dancing on the tables.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
25.25 again
The tires sreeched like a hawk tearing through the sky. The headlights flared like lighter fluid poured on a fire. As for me, i ran.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
25 letter title. 25 word story.
Clutching the pistol in his deformed right hand, staring angrily into her cold blue eyes, he let it slip from his fingers over the railing.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Tell me what you think...
Here's something I wrote the other day. Tell me what your interpretation is of it: Tears of Angels Crying A single wave tossed in a stormy sea Wails goodbye to the sun as it dies on the foam The brilliance receding in tendrils of red As waters rise up in a dreadful plea The wind strikes a fury to shatter the dome Screaming in darkness like songs for the dead Yet seagulls alas squawk a new decree Like a traveler at last finding sight of his home The light has returned from which all will be fed ____________________________ Pax Domini sit semper vobiscum, Paul A. Myers |
Monday, January 25, 2010
If you like kitty cats...
Your furry master Play with yarn… Maybe eat it… Perhaps just get bored… A mighty warrior I! Always prowling. Fighting insects. Playing with them. Lulled into my trap… Dead bugs are great toys! Good tasting too! If hungry or bored… How I love to eat! If you have something yummy… Cream or shrimp or tuna! Oh what delight. Just don't feed me garbage… I'll turn up my whiskers! Scratch me! Pet me! Hold me! Till I get too bored… I can snarl and hiss So don't step on my tail! Don't ignore my demands Or heaven forbid Don't bring round a dog! Sometimes you may hate me! But I melt your heart. When I nuzzle your leg… When I purr in your lap… Looking so innocent…? Curled up with your hat. |