By Corvid
I think the cask of Amontillado would have made a very scary movie, a horror movie. It’s about a guy killing their friend and then regretting it. I believe the setting is in Italy. It’s sad but also evil, in my opinion.
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“The eyes are the quickest to deceive a man.
This is why I am glad to be blind.
There are no deceptions.”
Arajuan to Tarnink
Anika lay in her tent and stared at the ceiling. She was restless and found it difficult to get to sleep. She sat there with thoughts of home and Atron Reu. He always had made her laugh, and she missed him. The boy often got himself into trouble with the other elves. He had a habit of escaping the village, which caused her to drag him back. If he were to do that now, without her, Arajuan might find him. She despised having to deal with Arajuan’s cruel way of taunting her mind.
Anika felt uneasy about Atron, that he was unhappy without her. She hoped she was wrong as she already worried enough. Whatever the child did she wanted him to stay safe. The Aldarian Army hunted half-dragons now even more than dragons were. Thinking of dragons
Cera Knapp
I think this story would make a very scary movie. A horror movie. It’s about a guy killing their friend and then regretting it. I believe the setting is in Italy. It’s sad but evil. All of this is my opinion.
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By Damien Knight
Help! The wild one screams
into the void of a snow covered waste.
There is no freedom to be wrought
With his soiled hands and so he falls
To the wretched mind blocking away
The infernal, eternal, light of day.
By Damien Knight
(copied from my Niume Blog.)
Hello everyone, I have decided since I am no longer working a traditional job I would like to attempt to blog regularly. For the next two weeks I am setting myself a challenge. I am going to write a poem every day. I am going to pick 14 subjects and list them below as a reminder for myself. Today won’t count but I will be posting one today too because why not.
1. Haiku
2. Parents
3. love
4. relationships
5. friends
6. betrayal
7. Sonnet?
8. Interests.
9. Nature
10. Politics
11. School
13. Hate
14. Astronomy
And there we go. So for the next two weeks be ready for a burst of writing love!
By: Damien Knight Prologue “Come listen to my tale, lest we forget the horrors of the Dragon Wars.” -Mika Tsuki Once, long ago, Earth was a magical place where the inhabitants had honoured the “Gods” and Dragons. In return, we blessed them by living amongst them and guiding them. Together we lived in harmony with the pulse of the planet. As time passed, humans lost touch with Earth and her…
By: Damien Knight Slowly approaching the dark mistress My own mind in distress Passion outweighs infatuation Screaming in utter frustration Her anger I see has no bounds Her stare louder then any sound I have been her only dreams Her life was with me it seems A thousand lies on who I am No one knows or understands The burning fire of hell in me I am blind can’t you see A soldier dead canot be…
Written by,
Damien Knight
Look at me.
Look what I’ve done.
I have lost.
I never won.
What shall I do?
What shall I try?
Shall I win?
Shall I die?
Only the heavens know
The truth of who I am and why.
And I shall win
And never die.
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By : Damien Knight
Souless, lifeless, breathless men
Staring, glaring underhand
Marching, scheming, none dreaming
Just move forward; my command
This my army of undead
Risen now in my stead
Listless, motionless, they do march
Stiff and determined are my men
Hordes of shadow warriors follow
Ready, slaughter, create more dead
This my army, my legacy
Ride on dragons absolutely free
Death, destruction, armed elves
Killing orcs, they all felled
Prince rising, rose blade sword
Deric dying lightening storms
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By Damien Knight
Smile for me just a little
Don’t worry won’t hurt a bit
It’s your soul in my hands
your heart bleeding slit
Huh, you complaining crying out
It feeds me so scream
I wanna hear you shout
Cuz your pain makes me hungry
I am starved for blood
Thirsting to drink the cup
Of untamed passion
And you, I would eat up
Devouring you as you plead
Master, spare my soul
But I spare none
Destruction my goal
And when I am done
I will kiss you softly
my sweet precious one
and love you forevermore
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