Today I wrote a poem.
You might not like it as a poem,
But at least poem rhymes with poem,
And it works well for a poem.
Time is all I've gotten.
Though I have not yet forgotten,
How to make poems begotten
And with luck they won't be rotten.
Rhyme is the key -- remember,
One cannot write without an ember
In one's mind that makes November
Christmasy, like 'twas December.
Every good things have to end.
I do not want to make you blend
Thoughts and writings into an
Rhymeless piece of shite.
The end.
- /.\\\ Victorix
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| _|_ Inamorata Luckseeker
Shadowy meadows
Surround the valley
Skinny wee fellows
Pushing a trolley
The grasses are green
The sky is melancholic...
Concepts for Writing is a document I wrote during April of 2020 to present some of my (currently and mostly) unused or somewhat abandoned concepts. I completely forgot about it and never posted anywhere, until now, when I do post it basically exactly as it was...
"...And so shall we begin." The voice of Mr. Soft echoed from the lecture hall's faraway walls. The auditorium was scarcely populated, students sat far and wide, as it is customary during a pandemic, which meant that the professor's question were answered by more scalps than usual. Sleeping in classes were not unheard of, but when you take away the possibility of misbehaving, one cannot make matrix arithmetic interesting enough for the masses to keep them awake...
Very short (~200 words) flash story inspired by a rather depressing song in basically the same setting as another (early, thus bad) short story of mine.
Published on 25th December 2020.