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To: bentfeather
Welcome, it was an interesting way to inspire something.
;-)
151 posted on 11/10/2003 4:06:11 PM PST by Darksheare (Proving that there are alternate perceptions of surreality Since Oct 2, 2000.)
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To: Darksheare; Flurry; SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; radu; All
Feathers of Love

Resting on feathers of love
his years are soft in dreams
built of down filled desire
his unknown force around the down

bentfeather


152 posted on 11/10/2003 6:21:21 PM PST by Soaring Feather (~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ A place to write a few lines of Poetry.~)
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To: Darksheare; bentfeather; SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Flurry; All
The genesis of this story is Kentothe.
South Graknia is a next door neighbor.
Well, North & South Graknia are actually
east & west from eachother. But they're
both south of Kentothe somewhere.
They keep getting magazines from us.
It's a portal glitch.


The Tyrant of South Graknia
By Darkchylde

He was sitting in the corner, drooling
on the pages of a discarded "earth
creature magazine". Those lower beings
who resembled us were always giving us
their "magazines" as they were called....
He was deeply enthralled by the curves of
the licentious "Britney Spears" when the
captain of the guard interrupted his party
of one. He immediately leapt to his feet &
began shouting obscenities about the evil
"earth creatures" & their vile "magazines".
The captain of the guard stood still. "Did
you see anything?!" he asked his officer in
a paranoid, frenzied fashion. "No, sir! I
didn't see you looking at that Spears girl
again!"
He eyed his officer suspiciously for a few
tense minutes, then satisfied by the belief
his secret was secure, (the captain would say
nothing lest he face losing his job, or worse)
he asked for the latest news of the troops.
"They could fare better sir" was the captain's
cautious reply.
"Oh, how so?" asked his lordship. "well, sir..."
the captain was rather hesitant to present the
request of his soldiers. "Yes, captain?!" his
lordship was never a very patient man & the
captain hesitant attitude erked him, even gave
him an uneasy feeling. "Well, sir, actually the
men were wanting to borrow a few of your
"magazines". You know, for morale" the captain
instantly regretted mentioning those magazines
again. He was disintegrated by his lordship
before he could even scream.
His lordship (you could never call him anything
else) opened the door & allowed the maid entry
to clean up the ashes of the fallen captain.
He left her to her job & went in search of a new
soldier to promote.He would have a new captain if
he had to drag a recruit from the bushes he was
hiding in...

(side note)
If you ever find yourself saying
"my satellite TV is out!"
Some creep down that weirdo
dimension just stole it. Twas
a greemuul.What is a greemuul?
Well, it's green, resembles golem
& suffers from kleptomania. Has
googly yellow eyes, no visible
pupil, since the eye is all one
color. It's related to muul men,
but is less human & more muul. Muul
is pronounced mole, more or less.
154 posted on 11/10/2003 6:35:41 PM PST by Darkchylde (Fee fi fo fum! I smell the blood of a min...ion.)
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