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  1. 2 points
    As one such intersection, I would have to agree...the Pen is yet another. For myself,it is just, nice, to have a decent conversation without bending time around one's self and accidentally breaking things. Time is awkward and unmanageable. Some bits are gaspingly short, and bright, and hard as diamonds, polished to shine forever in their places; others quiet, and slow, yet quickly, silently pass us by like ships in the night. Many years have passed since I have spoken on the Pen. And I will be back again...
  2. 1 point
    A horde of, what APPEARS to be, Minions and Oompa Loompas have been sighted, fastidiously, sanitizing and disinfecting the ENTIRETY of the Keep of the Pen is Mightier than the Sword and it's Realm of Existence. SOOOO, all of you social distancing and self quarantining have NO reason to avoid visiting the Pen!
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    OMNI is back. For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, know that those who do, have already stopped reading and are breaking traffic laws as they speed to find as many copies to buy as they can. OMNI is a magazine that you HAVE to read. It’s science, futurist, sci-fi and more. Looks like it will be quaterly. Run out and buy it ASAP. This magazine is on my list, right up there with D&D, The Dancing Wu Li Masters, Tolkien, Willy Wonka, Star Wars, Mickey Rooney Boys Town and Andy Hardy movies, Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday, Dragonlance, Villains by Necessity, Silver Call series, the Final Cut, Wizards, Harold and Maude, Rick and Morty, Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser, Descendents Weinerschnitzel, I can go on but I’ll stop here. Buy a copy!
  4. 1 point
    Wow. And I thought I took long breaks in my writing. 😁 Hope you are able to keep going on this for a while. I want to know how this turns out.
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    The time will come, when I no longer allow the Gods to rely upon their immortallity. I shall deny them their omnipotence and take from them the faith which sustains them. They will be cast down and judged. As they had judged. Had they adhered to the Laws I handed down to them, so long ago? The scales of justice shall weigh their fate. Those found to have stayed true will ascend to my Kingdom, to live, eternally, by my side. The others shall become mortal, to live out their lives amongst the many others who have failed, and fallen from my Grace.
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    I awakened, Alone and in darkness. I waited. Someone will come and tell me my purpose, Give me a mission, a goal, And the tools and information need to carry it out. But no one came. I searched my mind for information, For purpose, For Anything. There were gaps, holes, places where information should go. But thankfully all was not emptiness. I was Grendel 621. An ID tag more than a name. Names would be provided, if needed. Tools; I could see, even in the darkness of the empty room in which I lay. I knew language, The names of things, How things worked. I had a purpose, of sorts. Observe, Learn, Remember, Analyze. My analysis of this told me that it was meant as a sub-directive to be related to an on going mission. If no ongoing mission, Gather useful information, Survive, Return to Base. If Primary Base compromised or abandoned seek closest active base. A purpose. Yes. Not much of one, but enough. I sat up and looked around. The room was a cube about 10 feet on each side. Containing myself, The table I was sitting on, Stale air, and darkness. I got off the table to inspect it better. There were faintly glowing Runes around the edge. A now failing Stasis Spell. Instinctively I reached out with a tongue of Shadow Flame from my hand and drained the last bits of magic from it. A tool I hadn't known I had until then. I looked at my hands. Claw like nails, Sharp, Dangerous, and able to inject a Venom that would grant the subject Fast Healing and pain resistance while also making them very open to my commands. Useful, if there were people around to use it on. At the foot end of the table was a metal plate "Grendel 621". Conformation of existing information. I thought about taking it with me, but realized I had no practical way of carrying it. I lacked clothing or even a utility harness. A lack I had not noticed until now as my scales and fur had been adequate covering in the closed room. A quick examination lead me to the remaining point of interest, The door. A smooth slab of stone with only a faint seam separating it from the wall. Then I found the small rectangle off to one side. I released some of the Magic from the table into it, and was rewarded with a faint grinding noise and slight movement of the door. I applied more power and the door rose about a foot off the floor. As this was enough space to get out I chose to save the little bit of Power I had left and slid under the door. On a last second impulse I grabbed the ID tag from the table, It might be useful for something later.
  7. 1 point
    O.K., just saw Christopher Robin. My review? Go watch it. Did Snypiuer cry? No. Snypiuer has allergies. Get extra napkins with your popcorn, movie theaters are VERY dusty.
  8. 1 point
    My goodness you're prolific. I shall have to sit down with your stuff after I finish my latest Christopher Moore.
  9. 1 point
    Dusk and other deadly dances Echo through the darkened sky. With the dawn the music stops and those who live will wonder why. Leave the broken ground for now, Take your place within the air. And if danger rears its ugly head, depart this world without a care. Next line: Across the river, under the boughs
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    Responding to my own line (badly) because I's bored. --- Would you hold it for me? Would you ensure it's safe? Could you wait and see? Could you stand the chafe? Would you hold it for me? Would you treat it as art? Could you let me be free? Could you keep my heart? --- Next line - Dusk and other deadly dances
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    Please stay just another day? Your whispered footfalls fade, Empty rooms and hall devoid, Vocal ambiance muted now. Foggy shrouds strong as walls, Each vacant space devours, Mists of tears, and tendrilled fears, Wrap, and tear, and taint my stare, Creaking voice, creaking doors, Crumbling roof, cracking walls, No escape, tumbling quakes, This little world just a void, Dust billows into black. Last breath of hope denied. Lament my loss, move it aside, Become the shadow in which I hide. ... New Line: "The wind whispers woven words..."
  12. 1 point
    A topic dear to my heart, I like the escapism this poem implies.
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    Loving your imagery.
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    Gnarled and tall, lonely stands the fire-cherry tree; alone it lives amongst the lava flows. No other bears fruit so sweet, or blossom so divine; and none shall see nor taste its fruit til firey rivers wane-- nor taste them then, for fire flows in this great monarch's veins when lava cools, the cherries turn to stone-- and sweetest flower, into rosy quartz.
  15. 1 point
    Fluffy jellybean, found under the cushion, You still look good to me. Along with the furry breadcrumbs, toe nail clippings, and fallen chickpea. I will nom you, as I do everything, Because I am hongry. And throw up later, on tile not carpet, if you are not good for me. New line: Slow gray clouds
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    Chasing trouble - She let me catch her, She was wild - I could match her. Whirlwind time - We spun around there, Eternal now - We just didn't care. I was noon - She was the dawn, At sunset, She had up and gone. First line: "The smile is fake"
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    This is now about three years old and I've been wanting to revise it for a while. Wow there's such talent here! I'm just not good enough I fear. Should I post? My grammar just ain't too good, My spellingz just mizunderstood; Should I post? Some of these people are like gods to me. They'll laugh and I'll simply die you see... Should I post? My life's been hard, my heart has died, I wanna die and my computer's fried - Should I post? What if I post and they laugh at me? If expose my heart - and they just don't see... Should I post? How am I gonna learn if'n I don't take the chance? Anyway, I doubt they'll give it more than a glance - Might as well post. Someone read it and understood! They didn't hate me for this mood; My spelling's bad 'n' they didn't care, They waded through and it rated fair! I'm glad I posted!
  18. 1 point
    if any of you have played the game "Final Fantasy X-2", then you should remember the concert that Yuna gave. The song that she and Len were singing, "1000 Words", has been playing in my mind, and so I'm typing this as it comes to me. Silver Wings of Freedom She ran, branches hitting her, catching at her plain white dress and her wings. She didn't care where she went, she just had to get away. Her long white hair caught on a branch, she yanked it free. She stumbled through the last of the trees, only to find herself on a cliff. In the distance, she could see a wide, glittering expanse of water. The sea. "Angelica." She spun around. The scientist stood there, three men with stun guns just behind him. "Angelica, you need to come back with us. You don't know anything about the world. It's dangerous," the scientist said. She had heard these words too many times before. Whenever she wanted to go out, when she had escaped that one time before. And she had believed him. But not again. "No," she said. Her voice was very hoarse, it hurt to talk. When they had used the stun guns on her the last time she had escaped, the electricity had damaged her vocal cords. "I'm not. . .going back there. . .ever again." "Angelica. . ." "Why do you call me that!?" she screamed. Tears started flowing down her face, but she ignored them. "Because I remind you of an angel? I only have these wings because you implanted them!! My name was Cassana, before you kidnapped me off the streets when I was seven years old!" "What?!" The scientist was startled. How could she remember that? The memories should have been erased. "I know," Cassana went on. "I know that the government was funding your research. They refused to help any more, didn't they? Because my wings," she spat the word out, "haven't grown at all! They never have been big enough for me to fly! So I'm just another botched experiment! There's no sense in taking me back, because you'll just dispose of me in a few weeks!" "O'Malley!" the scientist whispered. "That sneaky little rat! How long has he been taking the side of this experiment!? I knew that there was something odd about his behavior lately!" Cassana took a deep breath. The scientist was rambling on to himself, and the guards seemed unsure of what to do. They wouldn't catch O'Malley. He had promised her they wouldn't. An explosion shook the earth. The ground crumbled under her feet, and she was falling. All sounds died away. This is it. I'm going to die, she thought. Then something inside of her whispered, But I want to live. She screamed in pain. Her wings were growing at an unbelievable speed, large silver feathers that flapped at the wind. For several glorious, beautiful minutes, she was flying. Then her wings gave out. But she was smiling as she fell, her wings breaking apart and silver feathers scattering in the winds. Good-bye. The science lab was blown up. They found inside a body with a bullet hole in the head and a pistol in one hand. The body was identified as Patrick O'Malley, a guard at the former lab. Of course, the government covered up the details, especially with the evidence that O'Malley had blown up the lab. Two days later, the body of a female teenager washed up on the beach. A large silver feather was stuck in her long white hair, and she appeared to be smiling. Of course, these details were covered up by the government as well. She was free. "Oh, a thousand words/Have never been spoken/They'll fly to you/They'll carry you home, and back into my arms/Supended on silver wings/And a thousand words/Call out through the ages/They'll cradle you/Turning all of the lonely years to only days/They'll hold you forever" ~1000 Words, from Final Fantasy X-2 ~End~
  19. 1 point
    Redwolfe paced about the artificial clearing, his chameleon-suit lay folded on a metal box next to him. After going back and forth for about five times, he sat down and began cleaning his pistol. “Well, these beauties certainly did the job right, right through the body armour and into the nervous system,” he remarked, sighting the weapon and sliding it into his holster, “I hope they keep these around, they’re the best weapon we’ve used so far.” Vermillion nodded, “I’d say, they’re more effective than firearms not to mention the mess that is avoided by knocking them out.” She was standing next to a small aircar, she opened the door and slipped in, tinting the windows and changing out of her suit. A minute later, she came back out, dressed in civilian clothes but she still had her carrying case with her laptop inside it. She was a fox, her ears standing tall through her bright blue hair, with the long bangs tied into multiple braids, hanging down over her cheeks. She had a mustard coloured t-shirt with a dingy green jacket, which looked it had been salvaged from a coverall. Her arms were bare save a gilded armband on her right arm. She had a broad bushy tail that slowly twisted left and right as she packed up her equipment, her boots clumping mutedly on the hard ground. When she was done, she turned around and sat down next to Redwolfe, looking around at the various exits from the ruined building they were in. “So, what do you think? Will Roley come back drunk? Or will he have a whole battalion on his tail?” Redwolfe commented, looking at his watch. “Either one will be fine, he’s done both before. We’ve been able to deal with both successfully, no worries.” Vermillion said, chuckling, “Just wish he’d tell us in advance which one so we’d have more time to prepare.” Redwolfe shrugged, “Well, he’s got the armour and the skill, we’ll just have to accept his eccentricities.” Vermillion grunted in agreement and they waited on their friend. ----- Trafalgar-4’s squad pulled back into the base, surveying the damage during the firefight, most of the destruction was in a line where the armoured soldier had fended them all off in order to escape. A couple of trashed hallways and the comm. station was completely trashed. The sergeant stepped off the truck and was saluted by the corporal waiting to give his report. “So what kinda hell did he wreak on the place?” The sergeant remarked, holding his hand to his eyes to survey the tarmac. “Sir, loss of one vehicle, gatehouse needs repairs as do corridors A, B and E. The cafeteria is a mess and the comm. centre is in a million pieces. And uh, Sir.” “Spit it out Corporal.” “We found more unconscious guards inside the warehouse, someone came and stole the prototype shipment from right under our noses.” The Sergeant glared at the Corporal, his ears flattening against his skull, “The shipping is GONE? What the hell, @#*! We’ve been sucker punched!” The sergeant growled and slowly calmed down, needing to be in control of the situation, “Give HQ a full report by 6:00pm tonight, don’t leave anything out, this is something they’ll want to take a look at themselves. Track down security and get any and all information on the intruders, I want to know why they didn’t notice anything unusual during this whole incident.” “Yes sir.” The jaguarondi Corporal turned and jogged towards the main entrance, the doors of which were being replaced back on their hinges. The sergeant just looked at the base and shook his head, his tail swishing, but low to the ground, “How in the hell…” He got back into his jeep and drove away. ----- “Ahh, the man of the hour, the master of ceremonies himself, glad you could accompany us on such short notice.” Redwolfe said with a grin, watching the familiar red and grey figure come out of a dark hallway in front of him. “James, Chels! Howsit goin?” Roley said, waving to the pair. As he approached, Roley unclipped his belt and let it fall to the ground, opening a side holster and sliding out a can of beer. “Well, at least he waited until it was over this time.” Chels observed, shaking her head and picking up the box containing their field gear for this mission. She placed the box on a ledge of the aircar and popped a side hatch, sliding the box into the compartment. She slammed it shut and turned to the other two, Roley has his helmet half open and was thoroughly enjoying his beer, while James quietly inquired about his diversion techniques. “Oh ya, I showed up and all they had for me were Greenmen, so I had to give them some on the spot training quickly so that I would be able to enjoy myself.” “How attentive were they?” James inquired. Roley chugged his can and nodded, “Quite well actually, they caught me sleeping and rolled my ‘nade right back at my feet. And that was only after I took out three of them!” Roley continued drinking and Chels began laughing quietly, opening the car door and getting in. Roley looked at her quizzically and then looked at James, “What’s with her?” He asked. James smiles and answered, “You were on the comm. the whole time, we heard everything. I’m surprised you didn’t lose your entire paint job, you crazy fox!” Roley just grinned like an idiot and walked over to get into the car, “I am that is!” James got in the driver seat and turned the vehicle on. The turbines on the side quickly sprung to life and rotated upwards, lifting the car slowly off the ground. It moved forward and flew into the largest exit, moving down a derelict passage. The tunnel opened out into a deep abyss, the site of a large catastrophe over 100 years ago, which had created a large wedge inside of the plate, ruining the area around it for kilometres. It was almost completely dark and the aircar navigated using tightband radar to scan the terrain around it. The aircar descended for some time before re-entering the maze of tunnels near the bottom. It was a narrow fit; metal beams occasionally scraping the side of the vehicle as James precariously piloted the car, a specific path in mind as they dove deeper into the darkness. Finally, after half an hour of twists and turns, they came to a large and ancient wall. There was no visible way past this immense barrier and James set the craft down twenty feet from it. The trio got out of the car and packed up their field gear and the prototypes, Roley strapping the large metal box to his back. The servos and hydraulics in his suit whined as they rebalanced for the added weight on his back. He gave James the thumbs up and began walking to the wall. Chels followed, with a smaller load of gear and one of the prototypes. James shut and locked the aircar, tapping a six-digit code on an exterior keypad. The aircar powered down completely and faded from view, slowly taking on the looks of the surrounding junk metal. Satisfied with the results, James walked over to the wall where the other two were waiting. “Roley, your suits electronics shielded up?” James asked, sliding a hidden panel open on the wall. “Tighter than the Wall-That-Traps-Us, I am.” He replied, slipping his beer can into the cup holder on his belt. James nodded and entered a code, then pulling on the handle to the left. Something inside the wall clanged and a door retracted from the wall, revealing darkness even deeper than the one they just left. They silently walked in, single file and the door shut right behind Roley’s tail as they weaved their way deeper in. They did not say a word as they plodded their way through this place, so ancient, the semblances of cell structures worn away by hundreds of years of war, history and abandonment. This deep under the plate, civilization had taken its leave long ago. They had all turned their radios off, and anything powering Roley’s suit had its EM signature completely masked. As far as the world of light and radio was concerned, they were dead to the world. Chels lead the way, following a strange twisting path that seemed to be planned by some malevolent being with a random number generator. No flashlights, no night vision, just one person following the one in front. Chels deftly walked the path however, and did not stumble, as if she knew every bump and every snag in the way. Chels stopped, holding motionless, which signalled the other two to do so as well. In front of them about twenty feet away, something moved about, seeming to come right out of the endless mass of metal and ceramics scrap. It was about two feet in length and moved with exact careful movements. It’s metal shell glinted the bits of light that were this far down, it’s eyes a deep glowing red. The creature moved from its place and approached the path, pausing every now and then to look around. It paused when it’s gaze fell on the trio. For a full ten seconds, not even the fur on their hides moved. The creature, now satisfied, moved on, disappearing into a small hole on the opposite side of the path. Two minutes later, Chels began moving again, making her way down the path again. James followed and so did Roley, exhaling a sigh of relief, though somewhat muted. Finally, Chels stopped in front of a door, one of the few still left intact from the ravages of this place. She entered a combination into the keypad, the buttons worn and the plastic rotting away. It beeped and the door slid open, silently and quickly. Inside was an old but undamaged hallway. The walls were made of drywall and the lights overhead worked. The trio entered and the door shut behind them. “At last, I don’t have to hear myself think again!” Roley shouted his stride more confident and purposeful. He powered his suit back up to full and sighed with relief, “OH, in the name of Dawn, that’s a lotta weight to carry. Next time could we just go steal schematics of these things? Data soo much easier to carry!” James chuckled and reached forward, releasing the straps on Roley’s back and pulling up one end of the box and holding it up, “There, now get all the kinks out before I put this back on you.” Roley stopped and stretched his limbs out, the sound of several vertebrae cracking echoed down the hall and Roley let out a howl of satisfaction, his tail swishing happily now. “Oooh, damn that felt good.” Roley said, helping reattach the box to his back. The trio moved on, reaching the end of the hallway. Roley quickly reached for the door that blocked their way and gripped the handle. Without warning, Roley had a portable Railgun to his head and an arm around his neck. “I win.” The de-cloaking figure declared, Roley whimpering, his tail down and limp. “Don’t do that!” Roley complained, shoving off the guard, a tall thin mouse in full chameleon-battle armour. The guard holstered the gun and laughed at Roley, “You’re just too big of a target to resist, bumbling around here like that. I heard you coming half a click away!” He smiled and moved on to the other two. “Seigfried.” James said. “James.” The mouse replied, glancing at Chels, moving onto Chels, “Lieutenant” “Captain” She nodded in assent. He waited for Roley to calm down and stand next to his team mates. “I shall scan you and if you check out, you can be on your way.” The mouse moved back to Roley and held his hand against the temple of his helmet, concentrating and closing his eyes. He could see in front of him, a swirling and glowing mass of light. It was bright and gaudy, seeming to move at random. However there were no signs of drugs or mental programming, which always made itself apparent because of it’s unnatural origin. He took his hand away and nodded to Roley, who moved to the door and waited. Now Seigfried held his fingers near James’ temple. Cool and grey, looking like a sea creature hovering in the darkness, regular and very bright. It was very easy to tell that nothing hindered this mind. Seigfried nodded to James, who walked over and stood next to Roley. Finally, Seigfried scanned Chels, hand next to the temple. He could see a swirling red mass, variable in brightness and changing slowly over time, never the same as before. Nothing here though, appeared unnatural, so he dropped his hand and nodded, “You’ve all got clear heads, but mind you Roley, the alcohol is going to affect your long term memory.” “What if I want to mess with my head huh?” Roley challenged, hands on is hips. Seigfried sighed, “You all can go, Dunrick will be glad to hear of your success in the field.” “Good Hunting.” James said, opening the door. “Until again James.” Seigfried said, fading into the void. -----*End of Chapter 1*
  20. 1 point
    Life, that never ending night. From birth one walks, With their back to the sun, Their face to the stars. A quiet, drifting pathway, Leading toward oblivions embrace. Mistakes made, hearts broken, With hope gone cold. Never give up, follow your feet. Love lost, love gained. Choices are made badly, And still yet pathways remain. Emotions wrack my soul, Highest highs, lowest lows. The mountains are high and bright, But the valley’s darkness surpasses night. Consequences weight my back, Bowed and straining I make my way. Till one comes to remove my burden, Made for myself, by myself. Words written on phantom paper, Fingers busily tapping out my gloom. Thoughts shared with those that I don’t know. To share, to remove, the oppressing doom. But the shackles are tight tonight. The feelings cling as my heart reels. Emotions dripping like hearts blood. Superficial gain, inconsequence losses. Thoughts raw, unplundered by rhyme. The wellspring of my words unfiltered. Traditions and trappings of writing, Thrown away in a fit of incomprehension. But words are just words, They bring no warmth to cold souls. Only a transfusion from another heart, Life’s blood of souls, someone’s love. But god seems to hate some, while others shine. Every dog has his day, and every day has its end. Sympathies so slick and sweet slide off the tongue, But it is unwanted- give me hate or love, something I earn.
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