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Post by High Tide on Jan 2, 2020 0:01:19 GMT -5
Well I decided this evening that I wanted to try to take on a personal challenge, where I write SOMETHING every single day. If anyone wants to read anything or poke me to make sure I'm actually committing feel free. If not, that's cool, I'm posting this mostly because if I tell you all then at least I will feel more of a need to make myself accountable . This is today's very rushed, very poorly written, 300 word Microfiction. The Warrior, The Mage, And The Priest Microfiction 300 words January 1st
Yellow eyes peeked out from the trees all around them. The warrior, the mage, and the priest, no one knew their names. Their real ones anyways. “This is bad, really bad,” the mage spoke quickly and nervously. The warrior held up a hand to quiet her, quickly scanning the trees around them. “We shouldn't of travelled after dark!” the mage reprimanded the warrior but once again he held up his hand, silencing the holy man. His hand then dipped to his short sword, both to ready himself and as a non verbal signal to the others to ready themselves. “I don't suppose there's any chance we can settle this dispute amiably?” the warrior asked the trees who hissed and hooted back what was surely a negative. “I thought not, then give us your worst shot,” and no sooner than he had finished speaking the yellow eyes came flying out of the trees towards them. They were ready though, the warrior's sword flashing through the air with uncanny speed. The mage unleashing a volley of frost bolts, like a night time blizzard beautiful and deadly, and the priest with the flick of a finger bringing up a barrier to stop the second wave. The carnage continued for a few brutal moments, and then just like that it was over, the yellow eyed creatures sprawled dead all around them. Wiping a trickle of not his own blood the warrior spoke to the mage. “Guess there was no harm in travelling at night.” The trio burst out into laughter as they quickly left the scene of the slaughter, knowing that if another wave came, the exhausted fighters would likely fall. These were very dangerous times, but the young warrior wasn't quite sure that there was anything more dangerous than this group of friends.
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Post by High Tide on Jan 3, 2020 1:52:50 GMT -5
Here is the second. Still sick so energy levels are not back to full, full, so just another little microfiction fluff to keep the ol' brain working. Night Breeze 300 words Microfiction January 2nd The night breeze moved through the air, not too slowly but yet at the same time it's pace was far from rapid. Steady, that was the right word for it. For the night birds the night breeze would allow them to hunt upon the winds, while the prey tried to use it to their advantage to avoid detection. Sometimes the light from campfires set by adventurers actually illuminated the wind. Embers sometimes came unbidden, spreading harmlessly around the wet forest, and other times it was sparkling flower petals or leaves with glistening dewdrops. The night breeze seemed like a trivial thing to most humans, but the land was governed by it. It decided whether prey would live, whether predators would eat, and whether the land would cool down after a hot day. The night breeze was the judge, the jury, and the executioner, even if humans weren't in touch with nature enough to realize it. It swept from one end of the land to the other, like an invisible curtain sweeping in and out of existence on a whim. The creatures of the night though, they loved it and they respected it, for they knew that once the night breeze stopped blowing, the end of night would be near. Morning's sunny rays would pierce the darkness and the creatures of night would have to hide yet again, waiting for their time to come out and play. Yet until then, they had a few hours, a few hours to live and to love and to laugh. To play and run and jump. To eat or be eaten. It was a song that played upon their hearts and in their minds, whether they could hear it's music or not. This was the power of the night breeze upon all who it touched.
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Post by High Tide on Jan 4, 2020 1:52:30 GMT -5
I probably could expand this in the future, I had a hard time fitting it into 300 words to be honest. That's a good thing though! The Silent Blade 300 Words Microfiction Jan 3rd
His first sign that something was wrong was the man on top of the watch tower that dipped down as though he had suddenly fallen ill. It was none of his business, he was merely a man on a night time stroll, and yet still his curiosity was piqued. Wouldn't be the first time a guard had gone down from too much of the drink while on duty, but when a second man dropped beside him, he knew this was not the case. He picked up his speed, leather pounding the cobblestone below, as he pulled himself up on top of a stone post, trying to get a view of what was going on. Minutes passed and there was nothing, until a flicker of movement caught his eye. It was two guards going down at the bottom of the tower. Who or what was taking these men down? His eyes were better than anyone's in the city he didn't doubt, but he only saw the barest flickers of movement before the men went down. Another minute passed, his eyes glued to the tower and he didn't register the small knife that whistled past his face, bouncing off the post and on to the ground below him. It took him a minute to register it, shock setting in, and then the adrenaline hit. He hopped off the post and picked up the knife. He looked quickly at it, a noticeable marking of the letters SB on it, and that was enough to make him run as quickly as he could back towards his home. Now he understood exactly why he couldn't see the one responsible for the men falling at the tower. It all made sense now. No one wanted any trouble with the man who called himself the Silent Blade.
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Post by High Tide on Jan 5, 2020 2:08:50 GMT -5
Just a little off the top of the ol' brain, wandering, meandering kind of poem. Charred Toast Poem 97 Words Jan 4th Six thirty and it's raining now Falling quickly like time in a Timeless place, endless face of Agony and sweat and tears Overdrive maximum and forward momentum Whoosh! The wind whips by like nature's mistress Angry and ready to split thorns, violently like Scraping toast that's a little bit too charred Agonizing over moments uncertain lost in Time, lost in space, lost in mind, mine, Shafted again and it never ends Just looking for nuggets of gold Butter this than the alternative Cave in, earthquake, flooding Sweet scents rising from your Grandmother's oven, she was always baking.
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Post by High Tide on Jan 6, 2020 2:06:01 GMT -5
Busy day, so just another little poem here, except I actually really like this one and am not sure if it's finished (or if it needs a companion, it leaves a lot to be expressed in my opinion.) Wisps Poem 105 words Jan 5th
Smoke curls in the near distance Like fingers welcoming you in Pulling you closer until The heat is just unbearable Coughing on the wisps of smoke Sputtering you begin to choke Take a step back from the fire And breathe some fresh air The smoke reminds you of someone Wisps of hair the curled so delicately Like petals floating on a soft breeze Floating away to some peaceful sanctuary Yet fire and flowers they don't seem to mix One flame put out, another springs forth These problems you just can't seem to fix As the wisps curl, and curl, upwards, forever.
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Post by High Tide on Jan 7, 2020 1:14:49 GMT -5
Feeling pretty garbage today (I hope I'm not sick again with literally a single day of being okay in between) so just a little nonsense poem. Rolling Waves Poem 101 words Jan 6th
Rolling waves crashing into the beach Grains of sand sent scattering Little seashells by the seashore One and two and three and more In come the creatures, the crabs and fish The clams and mussels, soon on a dish Plastic too, much of that washed ashore There is nothing to use it for Rolling waves come in and out The people dips their toes Watch for sharks they might bite, Creeping forward in the night Castles and towers on the beach Let the children begin to preach The sand is warm, the sand is hot A lunch bag sits, someone forgot.
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Post by Cory Steel on Jan 7, 2020 3:08:10 GMT -5
The poem's are the tits my guy!
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Post by High Tide on Jan 7, 2020 10:42:56 GMT -5
The poem's are the tits my guy! Am an old man now, I can't remember if "The tits" are a good thing or a bad thing in this context XD
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Post by Stormm on Jan 7, 2020 13:10:49 GMT -5
The poem's are the tits my guy! Am an old man now, I can't remember if "The tits" are a good thing or a bad thing in this context XD Depends on the tits, I think. I'm old too, but as long as the tits in question are younger than us, then I think that means a good thing?
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Post by Cory Steel on Jan 7, 2020 15:23:31 GMT -5
I love all tits....so from my end it means a good thing!
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Post by High Tide on Jan 8, 2020 2:13:58 GMT -5
Still exhausted, here's another poem today. Maybe some more microfiction tomorrow Flowers Poem 111 words Jan 7th Start as a seed, in some dry dirt Water and sunlight, patience The simplest beginnings shoot from the earth Something so small, something so worth Up and up and up it grows Colours begin to take form Blues and greens and yellows and reds Petals dance around each flower's head Some grow in nice places, some do not Some grow alongside death Yet they all remain beautiful, day in and day out Little bundles of joy on your favourite route Flowers they grow, unbidden, untamed Sometimes cultivated, always need rain If you treat people like a flower Like a flower, they'll grow and no longer glower.
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Post by High Tide on Jan 9, 2020 3:05:36 GMT -5
No microfiction tonight, just another poem. Shorter than the others. Oh well, I'm writing everyday at least even if its just little things Firefly Poem 37 words Jan 8th
Firefly In the sky Flying high Bird above Is in love It's a meal All lit up Somethings wrong Buzzing song Night is long The bugs attack Fighting back The bird takes off The night goes on
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Post by High Tide on Jan 10, 2020 2:45:54 GMT -5
Alright not gonna lie almost forgot tonight, but remembered and I wanna sleep so I rushed something out, but I am so pleased with how this turned out Three, Two, One Poem 76 words Jan 9th
Evenly distributed Heavily constituted Just three lumps of sugar Makes a dull boy play Honestly confused Politely refused Sand in your bread Makes a sandwich quite gritty Entirely effortless Wiggly watercress Forever in the moment Pounding the day away Habitually satiated Radically radiated Just two drops of lime And your troubles float away Exactly integrated Artificially animated Cartoons on the telly Peanut butter, jelly Actually advocated Angrily agitated Just one word and It all goes away
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Post by High Tide on Jan 11, 2020 3:50:52 GMT -5
Microfiction tonight! Not written great, but it's an idea for a novel or short story that popped into my mind and I wanted to get some of the idea/feel down so I wrote this little bit of crap haha! Energy Microfiction 300 words Jan 10th
White hot energy blasted out of the metal tube in his hand, missing it's target wide. It was enough though, to put the man off balance and allow him another calculated shot. The energy surged forward towards the leather clad enemy. Just as it looked as though the man would be sporting a large hole the shot hit an invisible wall, dispersing with a blue tinge. So he too had energy armor, an expected twist. This meant the blaster would be useless. He holstered it quickly, and reached to the other side of his belt. Grabbing a light grey metallic hilt, he pointed it towards his enemy and hit a button on the side. With searing heat, green energy sprung forth taking the shape of his preferred weapon, the scimitar. His enemy seeing this did the same, producing a very deep purple short sword. The two nodded at each other, and the distance closed between the two. The two men were the greatest of enemies, many, many years in the making and finally they stood face to face. They circled each other, each knowing that it was likely only one of the two men would walk out of this fight alive. He saw the short sword shoot forward, and he quickly caught it with his own curved energy blade. The two weapons made a horrible hissing sound, and sparks flew as they clashed into one another. The two men drew apart, circling again each one looking to find a weakness to exploit. He spotted the slightest of limping in the man's right leg and he smiled knowingly. That was his opening. He thrust forward quickly, high and then, doubling back low. The smile never left his face as he went through these movements. This was the moment he lived for.
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Post by High Tide on Jan 12, 2020 4:21:08 GMT -5
Bleh kinda day, means another poem. (Uncanny how all those years of writing literal hundreds of poems just falls back on you when you need it) Streak Poem 51 words Jan 11th
Streak of lightning Lucky streak Looks like it's your Time to peak Streaky windows Streaky stretches You can't shoot the Arrow he never fletches God of war With a mean streak Won't be satisfied Til blood does streak One and one That makes two Streaking across the sky The songbird flew
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Post by High Tide on Jan 13, 2020 4:00:47 GMT -5
Another poem, but holy shit do I like this one. Wrote it very quickly, flowed out really nicely, even if it's a bit odd. I like it Dust Poem 173 words Jan 12th
Fluttering through the cobwebs of my empty mind Butterflies of lost thoughts and total rewind Of the days that once went by Just waiting for the dust to settle Thirteen hours and a six pack Don't know when my mind is coming back Ain't too sure what day it is but Sunday rolls around once a week And the dust builds up in the empty home Where the chairs have sat since the fall of Rome And everything looks just the same If not a little, dusty The people they still think to march A thirst for life, eternally parched When they think it's getting better Well, it just rains And the procession stops at your front door Asks you if you couldn't do some more But they're just talking to dust Nobody's been home in a long, long time So on they go, where? I don't know From house to house, from home to home If you look a little closer, you might see They're all just dust, like you and me.
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Post by High Tide on Jan 14, 2020 1:53:41 GMT -5
Just another poem, working on something else so didn't want to spend too much time on this. Came out alright. Clouds Poem 64 words Jan 13th
Drifting in the breeze White, wet, and fluffy No cares in the world The cloud floats on by Whispering winds whistling Waterlogged air sheep No head or legs Just windy wool Crash, bang, boom The thunder approaches And with a flash Lightning makes itself known All this from a little Fluffy white water dispenser No cares in the world The cloud floats on by
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Post by High Tide on Jan 15, 2020 3:06:40 GMT -5
I could technically count the roleplay for writing today, but that kind of feels like cheating (it's not the whole purpose is to consistently write.) But then I wouldn't have something to post for the 14th. So here's this little gem I wrote with and am very pleased with. It's silly, but I love it. Wonder Poem 82 words Jan 14th
Little wonder of the eye Wonder what you hold inside Wonderful things there's no doubt Wander until I find out Little wonder of the sky How do you float so high? Wandering the highest plane Wonder when you'll leave again Little wonder of the earth Cozy fire by the hearth Its a wonder you're not home Wandering words of a tome Little wonder of my mind Tinkering these grand designs Little wonder wonders if it wanders Who will be left to ponder?
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Post by High Tide on Jan 16, 2020 3:49:39 GMT -5
Literally just wrote this to keep to my goal. Better than nothing Ice Poem 58 words Jan 15th Cold to the touch Slip and slide Down the hill Toboggan ride Ice on the street On the sidewalks too Put on your boots And not your shoes It's a winter wonderland A palace of ice Its negative forty Isn't that nice? This poem is short Like a winter day Come on warm weather When will you stay?
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Post by High Tide on Jan 17, 2020 2:50:36 GMT -5
Well this was written super quick but I love it to be honest. Been working on novel planning stuff on top of this (and the roleplay obviously) so it's been a good couple days for writing. Whole Poem 48 words Jan 16th Time of day Time of night Out of mind Out of sight Forward walk Backwards fall Getting something Nothing at all Flying high Feeling low Which way does The wind blow? Free the mind Save the soul Tell me when You're feeling whole.
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