smallscale_mind_games

They're better than photographs. These image paragraphs capture the feeling of the photographer. They have more soul, more taste, if you will.

Fwee! Happy birthday! Don't bite me!

Merry trots in, hoping to comment on Illiana's lovely poem, but is immediately splattered with shredded gummi. First, she growls at the fan, from whence the gummi came. Next she growls at Rune, who allowed them to hit the fan in the first place. Lastly, she growls at Illiana, for...no reason.

"Lovely poem." She grumbles, wiping stickiness of her face. "Now to wash off this cherry-flavoured gunk."

Unable to deal with an uncomfortable moment, Cole thunders upstairs. In the meantime, Mordekai, looking calm as always, offers first Gabriel, then Calondiriel a cup of tea. He runs back to the tea-table and comes back with four more cups, one for Jareena, one for Char, one for himself, and one for his currently absent twin. Cole comes clattering back down, dressed in his cab-driver ensemble, and handing his grey suit to Gabriel.

"Here. Clothes."

((I thought Drow were blue?))

Another gambler at the table, quite short (but not enough to be a halfling) tossed her red-brown curls over her shoulder. She had the accent of a hard laborer, a farm worker perhaps, but contrary to her voice, she appeared quite wealthy...to anyone with an eye for tailoring anyway. Her clothes appeared simple, in bright fall colors, but the leather of her tunic was the finest, as was the linen of her loose-fitting shirt. She grinned predatorily at the ogre, and snatched the dice from his hands, examining them closely with warm-seeming hazel eyes.

"Naw, they en't weighted. Might be enchanted though, I canna' tell in this light."

It's hilarious! Sam, I have a suggestion: Write a sequel or two, recounting either Brandon's Further Adventures, or Nicki's Further Adventures...if she escapes from those awful coppers anywho!

Pip is a fuzzy couch? Congratulations!

Scott, this poem amused me greatly...

I must admit, I greatly enjoyed writing it, despite having no idea what it means or where it came from. *pokes pip* Well I had been listening to AFI, but I copied nothing! See! 'tis all my own^^

Thank you all for your wonderful comments!

...Riven...

Death has robbed you of your beauty, but you still love me. I can see it in the fly-ridden stagnant pools behind your eyes, taste it on the dust that fills your mouth. I remember...when I sang as you doused me in oil, and walked away, tossing a match salt-like over your left shoulder, and the flames that engulfed me were more lyrical than the song I sang. In my torment, the thicket of flames that you created for me, I became light, I became warmth...but the fire burned low, and I crumbled to ashes and froze beneath the winter rains. So chilled, you found me. You drank deep, and I drank deep, and each was inebriated within a deluge of the other's blood. Laughing, we ran down to the river, our feet sliding eagerly through pebbles of black glass. We sank deep, drowning in the stain of the cold water, going quiet as our souls faded to grey. When we surfaced again, your face was different, timeless, carved in green-streaked black marble, and I kissed you until a blurred sandstorm wore your visage away. In an azure cave I took refuge, listening to the cold sound of the wind, howling through the cracks and holes in your heart; the sound of a flute. I left in the spring, but the flowers were all silver, and without fragrance. I plucked a petal, and felt myself go numb...as long as I held it, three eternities, I saw in shades of cold. All I wanted was to protect you, but you said "I can swim. I am struggling to drown", and so I killed you by the reeds, and watched as your last breath spilled out, and the waterlillies asked sweetly to be imbrued. And you still love me.

A response to both poems: *giggles* I loved them! They were hilarious, with a hint of seriousness! Great!

I was thinking mind or subconscious. I liked it!

((Since the RP hasn't begun yet, I hope you don't mind a random OOC comment. This is too funny! I'll definitely join if I can!))

Hair dye running down a kitchen sink

Immortality 'til death

And time is pink

We know you're searching for the missing link

But it looks much different than what you think

Role-played games and computer nerds

Hate the sound of a calling bird

Love of a softly spoken word

We know you listen for the missing link

But it feels much different than what you've heard

End of day, five-o-clock rush

Kitten running into a bush

Fiction stories and angsty mush

A soft-scaled dragon whispers "hush"

We know you quest for the missing link

But the texture's different than you've touched

Velvet curtains painted red

Draping over the marriage bed

The fallen ones wish they were dead

We know you call for the missing link

But it's pronounced much different than what you've said

The last two lines seem to contradict the rest. I am confused (but that may just be the cough medicine). Nicely written though. I like your style. *considerately runs away to cough up a lung somewhere else*

That has to be one of the more depressing things I've read...to your credit, psimon, I nearly cried.

That was such a pretty story! *sniff* don't worry, I have little doubt of your acceptance.

Author's Note: This popped into my head, and it makes no sense whatever. Excuse my current...um...what'stheword...out-of-it-ness, but I took cough medicine with codeine in it, and codein being a narcotic, made me sleepy, silly, and didn't help my cough at all. Pity me.

Have a dose of incoherency

I can hardly take your mediocrity

Just a bit too high above sincerity

Down below here is the place to be

I'm not quite getting your theology

Away from here it's colder

And everybody's growing older

Colour it a little bolder

Give authority the cold shoulder

Take my life and eat the meaning

Plenty left for the gleaning

The corners of my mind need cleaning

As on my shoulder you are leaning

As I leave you my estate

My love you can't appreciate

I'm much too tired to hesitate

Give me something to alleviate

My mistakes

Thanks for your thoughts, Wyvern!

Actually, you misread, it says "Buried me in frozen ash", which has a different number of syllables than "burned", which is why you may have stumbled over the rhythim.

Thanks for your comment, Cheyenne! I'm definitely thinking of keeping it the way it was originally.

*stare* potatoes....

*worships the monkeys**gives them more peanuts*

OOC: wow! Nifty! *giggles* I'm sure you'll be accepted

"Not me!"

Ki squeals in response to Elwen's comment.

"I don't leave, not even if you want me to! I just stay and make candies! I want to be a...kun-feck-shun-er when I grow up."

nono, not that...other bits...chunks, you might say

I like it. I see one or two minor errors in the tense, but other than that...awesome!

Well I shall keep both versions in mind.

Yeah, that one line is a bit awkward, isn't it? I'm working on it...

Much smoother. Glad to have helped.

A figure entered

His vision made me seethe

The pressure made the room so cold

That it was hard to breathe

I slowly turned to face him

Instincts screaming "Fight or flee!"

A shadowed mist encased him

But his eyes burned straight through me

He grasped me by the shoulders

With hands of fractured glass

My mind numbed and went colder

While he buried me in frozen ash

Now that I've awoken

Crack'd the crystal in my ear

Broken words it's spoken

I'm chained and bringing up the rear

Now my eyes are dulling

It's easier to act than be

One question plagues me, sullen

"Does anyone remember me?"

I used a few suggestions, finding that some would mess up the rhythim.