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Ok here is a thread where you can show your work (poetry, song lyrics, short stories, extracts from things you have written). ATM I am looking for somewhere to host members writings so instead of writing being scattered all through the thread you can just click a link (that I will post here) and you will be able to see the writers work easily...Let me know if u have any ideas...
STRICTLY NO PLAGIARISM !!!
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Wine Of The Dead & Dying...
The table overturned,
the glasses crash to the floor.
The blood red liquid already seeping through the cracks inbetween the maple floorboards.
Griffin smashes the glistning bottle on the end table.
He turns towards me, rage filled eyes that almost pierce my skin.
I stand my ground, without even thinking I remove a gleaming, silver dager from the dark leather holster on my waist.
My hand poised towards Griffin, the dagger shimmering in the candle light.
I take a step towards him, the tiny flames dancing, as if they were daring me to lunge at him.
My heart pounding, sweat dripping of my forehead.
I try to picture what my oponent is contemplating.
Suddenly, without warning, something from behind knocks me to the ground.
The dagger launched into the table, lodging itself there.
I look up, MY OWN BROTHER, Skye, towers above me.
I fail to make sense of the situation, expecting to wake up any moment now.
I hear Griffin's footsteps shuffle closer towards me.
In one swift movement Skye pins me down, hard agains the cold floorboards.
The shuffling stops, Griffin now above me in Skye's place.
In a split second, Griffin launches the half-wine bottle into my thigh.
I scream and struggle, no one can hear me.
The wine bottle is removed from my thigh, Griffin discards it with a sickening smirk on his face.
Skye releases me, already I feel weak from blood loss, I cant get up.
The pain is unbelievable, never have I expierienced a pain like this before.
Not just my thigh, but the betreal of my brother and only friend is equally as hurtful as the flesh wound itself.
Griffin & Skye, not showing any remorce,
leave me, shaking on the floor.
More red liquid now finding its way through the gaps in the floorboards, only this time it's the wine of the Dead.
A car outside pulls away with an erie screach, at that very moment a gust of wind blows through the open window, extinguishing the dancing flames...
NICK D
[ This Message was edited by: SE4NICK on 2007-11-06 06:44 ]
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Posted: 2007-11-04 04:30:55
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fantastic,after reading the first few lines i just felt like i had to finish the whole passage...nice stuff mate,does it come naturally?
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Posted: 2007-11-04 06:25:57
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Superb passage.
A good read!
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Posted: 2007-11-04 10:12:38
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Gripping poem there - there's the odd spelling error if I get picky but nice imagery there! Quite a dark poem, makes you wonder why this happened and what happens next.
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Posted: 2007-11-04 10:38:22
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poem?
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Posted: 2007-11-04 13:15:48
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Me likes
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Posted: 2007-11-04 13:57:49
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Well i am slightly let down about the lack of feedback, however I am really glad that the few who read it liked it !
No the question "Does It Come Naturally" well some of the things I write do come naturally however other things take more thought....yes there are others.................
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Posted: 2007-11-05 05:55:56
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@SE4NICK, great piece of writing there. I particularly liked the "wine of the dead" metaphor. I used to do a bit of writing myself, but it's been a while now. I hardly have time these days. Here's something I wrote sometime back, hope you don't mind me sharing it here.
Restless
The meadow weeps as dawn breaks.
Tears roll down the glittering leaves.
The sun rises, fiery red.
A sight of magnificence.
Yet.
A moment too short,
A moment too soon.
The moment passes,
A sight etched only in memory.
Ahead lie uncertainties.
Will I see the sun rise again tomorrow?
Night falls, all is quiet.
The thumping of my heart is all I hear.
The shadows on the walls,
Slowly engulf my sanity.
There will be no rest tonight.
Again.
By: deluded@Esato
Just a suggestion, maybe you could make this thread a place where people can share their works if they wish to. Cheers!
[ This Message was edited by: deluded on 2007-11-12 12:13 ]
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Posted: 2007-11-05 13:54:37
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Both poems were amazing
Very talented indeed
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Posted: 2007-11-06 02:29:20
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Those LINES can be USED as lyrics in a song . . .
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Posted: 2007-11-06 02:43:30
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