The king stood gleaming in his obsidian armour, staring down at his men-at-arms as they arrayed themselves in rows in front of him. Their black armour gleamed in the light, and they stood ready, quiet, poised to attack the enemy at his command. His other men stood to either side of him, the only sounds, the snorting of horses, or the creaking of the siege engines.
Author: smilinghamster
[Poetry] The Spectre (Depression)
Death is in my makeup,
Poison in my veins.
Failure lurks with every touch,
And pain beneath my wings.
[Poetry] The Dance
[Poetry] You.
I look into your eyes
What do I see?
Acceptance, of who I am,
Knowing what I am,
Yet giving, accepting.
Loving.
[Poetry] Tears in the Heart
[Short] It’s You
“It’s you.”
She smiled at him, and reached her hands across the table. He smiled back, reaching over to hold her hands tightly, never wanting to let go.
[Short] The Dragon in the attic
“There’s a dragon in the attic.” The son comes up to the father and announces it seriously one day.
[Poetry] The Void beckons
Don’t love me – a confessional
A very Darth story
“Everyone can tell a story. A good story needs a hook, a good hero, and something that everyone can relate to.”
Jackson stifled a yawn. An engineer by training, he didn’t know why he had to be in this room, learning how to tell stories. Machines don’t need to be told stories – they’re just commanded, coded, set up and installed. What stories would a machine be interested in?
“You’d be surprised.” A little sharp voice grated behind Jackson. He turned around in surprise – no one should have heard his thoughts! He was also seated at the back of the class for an easier exfiltration should the need arise, especially during tea breaks, so no one was seated behind him.
No one was behind him.