THE STORM

 

The storm is approaching the shore.

I can feel the dampness in the air.

Mist spraying against my face.

Strands of hair lifting in the wind.

Rumble of thunder in the distance.

Flashes of light crossing the darkening sky.

Yes, I can feel it.

It’s almost here.

Let it roar.

END OF TIME

END OF TIMETime has stopped in mid-flight.Clouds have ceased circling the earth.The sun refuses to show its faceFor time has come to an end.The roar echoes through the land.Lights flicker in erratic spurts.The power reaches its hand downTo the silent earth below.My heart feels hollow and empty.Panic fills the empty spaces.My love has come to an endAnd so too has the world.A battle rages between my lovers.Built upon anger, passion, and deceit.The winner takes all,And soon even me.Todd must win this battle.His heat must melt the ice.He must save us from the evil one,Who holds us in the palm of his hand.The earth shakes and trembles in despair.A blanket of darkness descends in slow motion.The battle rages on in its fury.Clashes of swords echo its thunder.All is black.Darkness, my only friend.No sound to direct meTo the battlefield of hell.OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUNTHE DEAD GAME

END OF TIME
 
Time has stopped in mid-flight.
Clouds have ceased circling the earth.
The sun refuses to show its face
For time has come to an end.
 
The roar echoes through the land.
Lights flicker in erratic spurts.
The power reaches its hand down
To the silent earth below.
 
My heart feels hollow and empty.
Panic fills the empty spaces.
My love has come to an end
And so too has the world.
 
A battle rages between my lovers.
Built upon anger, passion, and deceit.
The winner takes all,
And soon even me.
 
Todd must win this battle.
His heat must melt the ice.
He must save us from the evil one,
Who holds us in the palm of his hand.
 
The earth shakes and trembles in despair.
A blanket of darkness descends in slow motion.
The battle rages on in its fury.
Clashes of swords echo its thunder.
 
All is black.
Darkness, my only friend.
No sound to direct me
To the battlefield of hell.
 
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
THE DEAD GAME

FROM THE DEEP

graftheory: Graphic & Animation Exploration by Manuel Creignou

What is this?
It could be a pool of water.
A pool so dark and deep
that it has no bottom.
Shadows of tree limbs float
along its murky surface.

The water flows along the river bank,
snatching pieces of debris
along the way.
Rocks, branches, leaves…
All fall into its dark abyss.
Never to be seen again.

What lies beneath?
Can you hear it rumbling?
Something is moving in the deep.
It looks like a hand.
It’s reaching for me.
An inky black hand.
Should I grab hold of it?
It might belong to a person.
Or maybe not.
It could belong to a creature.

What should I do?
Wait.
I can see two arms.
A dark figure is rising from the water.
It’s too big to be human.
It’s facing me.
It doesn’t have eyes.
A dark shadow,
dripping with inky slime.

It roars.
My ears hurt.
It lifts its feet from the murkiness
and begins to walk toward me.
I want to run.
I want to hide.
But I can’t.
My feet are stuck to the ground.

I hear more roaring sounds.
More creatures are rising from the deep.
How could this be happening?
Is this real?
Or am I hallucinating?
Maybe I’m dreaming.

Then all becomes quiet.
I can’t hear anything.
No roaring.
None of the sounds
of the river bank.
What happened?

“What are you doing?”
I turn around and
see my friends.
I’m standing in front
of the TV screen.
I seem to be blocking
the horror movie.
I feel embarrassed.
I feel ashamed.
I feel myself being hit
by popcorn.
Another Saturday night.

ROAR

brutalgeneration:</p> <p>Tiger (by lmstonenhp1)</p> <p>Could you smell the sweet air?<br /> Could you smell the snow in the air?<br /> I could even hear footsteps crunching<br /> in the snow.<br /> I’d better run.<br /> Humans are coming and I don’t want<br /> them to see me sunning myself.<br /> I will just give a ferocious “ROAR.”

brutalgeneration:

Tiger (by lmstonenhp1)

Could you smell the sweet air?

Could you smell the snow in the air?

I could even hear footsteps crunching

in the snow.

I’d better run.

Humans are coming and I don’t want

them to see me sunning myself.

I will just give a ferocious “ROAR.”