The Valley – Part 3
The valley was so large that Sevir, while looking at it from the south end, could only see an outline of the mountains in the north. There was also, in fact, a large portion of the valley that Sevir could not see. It was hidden behind the mountains as a result of the valley’s bean-like…
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A Battle in Open Space
The battle raged on in open space as a silent symphony of death and destruction. Laser beams danced across the ships in a flurry of colors.
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The Valley – Part 2
The sky was like a canvas for the sunrise. Tendrils of orange spread across the clouds whilst rays of gold pierced through them and bathed the white mountain peaks with light. The morning mist lay over the earth and a slight breeze tugged at the trees. The sun looked over the mountains in the east…
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Hello, my dear reader! I just want to provide a quick update, as I am not posting anything today – I have had a very long and difficult day at work today, so I was unable to create my next blog post. I will complete what I am working on and you can expect to…
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The Valley – Part 1
Sevir felt his pulse in his head and his heart pounding in his chest. He constantly had to adjust his grip because his hands were sweaty. His arms and feet felt heavy. His breath was weak and unsteady. He felt as though he could fall already. Though just moments ago, he thought that he was…
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Of Chess and Life
Another old poem. This is a short one from a couple years ago. It’s a bit edgy, but I like it.
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The Prey
Dalibor bent over to catch his breath. His throat felt ragged, as though the air was scratching it. His heart was pounding in his chest, his head was spinning, and his calves were burning. He let his bag drop off of his shoulder and sat down next to it on the ground, which was all…
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The Bench
I wrote this poem in March of 2020. Some time has passed since then, and I have grown a lot. Both in skill and in character. There are some things that I would change about the poem to make it better, but I’ve decided to share it unaltered. Let it serve as something to compare…
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A Bird
Flittering, twittering, flapping its wings Whistling, bristling, gaily it sings Clicking and beeping my camera pings Sending my subject away on its wings I got a few photos of a bird. I only had a couple seconds for each shot, so I wasn’t able to get a good crisp shot with the focus set properly.…
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