There once was a man that loved the beach. One day at the beach he got sand in his eyes. Now this sand irritated his eye so much he could not see. Do you see? Even something you cannot see can cause you so much pain.
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A Man with a Pebble in His Shoe.
There once was a man with a pebble in his shoe,
Everyone told him not to worry about it.
It was just a small pebble they’d say,
And to leave it alone because taking it out would slow him down.
So he left it in at their behest.
After a week, the man could no longer work because the pebble made his foot swell and he could no longer wear his shoe. Because he could not wear his shoe, he could not work. Because he could not work, he could not afford the things he needed.
His friend, seeing how far he had fallen,
Offered him some advice. “Please take the pebble out of your shoe, dear friend, it has turned into a Boulder.” See no one but himself and his dear friend could see the pebble was actually a Boulder. Everyone else saw only a pebble.
He took the pebble out of his shoe because he knew his friend cared for him and he trusted him.
He got better and went back to work.
Now when someone else at work gets a pebble in their shoe and is told to not worry about it, the man tells them to learn from his mistake and fix it, because when others see pebbles, it might be boulders.
The Regression
Let me tell you a fantastic story
An adventure of magic and glory
A saga about a necromancer of night
A despicable creature named Dwight
But no elves dressed whorey
Now that the backstory is set
Into my past regression we get
To get deep into this trance
I thought of the walrus dance
And an ice cream quartet
As the higher vibrations begin
A blue-ish purple portal sets in
As I step into the watery portal
I realize it’s actually a wormhole
Which dropped me near a war pen
I soon realize that I am in a war
Without pause, I loudly roar
And rush to a seven foot orc
Putting my magics to work
And then the ground up and tore
A truce between races was struck
But soon we ran out of good luck
After days of stillness and peace
Hatred was on a fast increase
And then came back all the muck
The evil Dwight raised souls from hell
To pile the dead into his evil sex cell
His fetish: deformed toes and necrophilia
Spanned across the human and reptilila
But served him in his sinister spell
Incantations charged his man seed
To create an enhanced undead breed
One that can not easily be stopped
Thus the great war he did concoct
Only for his insatiable sexual need
As the undead horde descended
The humans and elves pretended
That they were hereby oblivious
To he who was ever so devious
And left the walls undefended
As the mighty castle was overran
So started phase one of the plan
Unknown to Dwight, we had planted
Many boxes of disposium enchanted
Before the main undead rush began
As the dreaded creatures got near
I gripped my staff’s crystal sphere
“Ek tu grok skret mi posk tuuk tet”
I uttered. then staff and ground met
Channeling the entire atmosphere
As my staff forcefully detonated
A shockwave rapidly emanated
A chain reaction of disposium
Created an undead symposium
As the land became consecrated
I knew then why I regressed here
To awaken inside me the sightseer
The remembering my days as a sage
Days of me being the great war mage
So that I may elevate to a higher tier
1st “one line at a time” story
Okay, so I wanna try something. I want to engage the writing community in some stories throughout this Blog. I will start a story and I want yall to help write it one or two sentences at a time.
There once was a group of gentle giants that lived on the outskirts of a small village, nestled between the Death Hills and the Forgetful Forrest….
The Witches’ Runes
I gaze upon the water from the hill
Everything is so unnaturally still
Lightning and thunder start to hit
I fear there’s about to be some shit
The calm before the storm I feel
On second glance I see lit runes
Summoning witches’ typhoons
Evil has corrupted the lands
Tis now in the witches’ hands
To destroy the evil tycoons
The runes rise into the sky
And lightning strikes from high
The elite tycoons’ armies fall
Lightning jumps like a ball
The tycoons’ time is nigh
When the shit hits the fan
Rises the witches of the land
The sisters of earth and moon
Elemental forces released soon
Under their perfect little plan
When the earth is in pain
Witches remove the stain
And they don’t give a damn
Even if you are their fam
Evil you won’t do again
Remember the lesson here
Witches hold the land dear
And come to her very aid
When evil is fully conveyed
There’s not much they fear
The Pragmatic Otorhinolaryngologist
I heard about an otorhinolaryngologist
The doctor was extremely pissed
For his patient had an obsession
Sadistic in each painful session
I’m sure you get the very gist
Being the pragmatic thinker type
The doctor was used to swap swipe
To test for ear, nose, or throat disease
But his patient was just a gross sleaze
The doctor jus didn’t see the hype
Sympathy was the doctors true gift
So you can see why he was so miffed
Being sensual was his main game
To hurt would bring him much shame
Between the two was a bit of a rift
But the story gets better from here
The patient was an androgynous dear
Female up top, male down below
The patient had the whole show
Tits and a schlong to be perfectly clear
Sadism aside, one thing was absolute
The patient was a hilarious lil hoot
With pick up lines and jokes a plenty
(S)he was actually a spark of divinity
Perfect in a miniskirt or even in a suit
With big gorgeous eyes like emerald
(s)he could leave a room utterly leveled
A unique flower in the land of the free
A mosaic of masculine and female divinity
And quite a hell of a seductive little devil
But the doctor was still so conflicted
His morals had become contradicted
Oh the aporia of labeling her a she
Because some parts made him a he
But doc gave in and became addicted
Gorgon Nomore
Medusa with your head of snakes,
Perseus is there for Zeus’ sake!
With his reflective shield up high
Your death has become quite nigh
And now your head is on the stakes
Perseus, return home concealed
Let not Medusa’s head be revealed
Be patient with the story’s tone
And keep them from being stone
In completion the story is sealed
Thompson and the Dog part 1
Thompson, on his way home late one night, is on the phone. One the other end of that phone call is one mad lady.
Now this lady she is mad that much is true,
But for Thompson there was naught he could do.
This lass is the type to throw feelings at the drop of a dime,
And all Thompson could do was give it a little time.
They are in love you see. It may not be “developed”, and some may call it “puppy” love, but to them you see, it is real. We can’t discredit how they feel because we may have “been through this” ourselves. They feel every bit of love, and sadness, and “neglect” just as much as developed relationships, but theirs is a rollercoaster. Everything they feel is multiplied infinitely because they are new to love. They need time to figure out how it works. They will be fine, trust me.
When Thompson and the lass are together the world doesn’t move,
But when they are apart, to each other, everything they must prove.
Now being on the phone, both upset about how they can’t always be together, Thompson needs to pull over. He knows he is distracted. He sees the hazards and aims to eliminate them. He gets out and sits on his tailgate until they can both tell each they love each other enough that they actually believe it. After a couple of minutes that time has come. They each say they love each other and tomorrow can’t come fast enough.
After he hangs up, he hears a sound. It’s not a normal sound you would hear on a dark highway going through the woods in the middle of the night, so he investigates. It’s not far in the woods until he finds it. It’s a dog. A little skinny from lack of food but no worse for wear. The dog, which Thompson notices is a boy, seems a little odd to him. It seems to react in ways that someone would if your were having a conversation. It seems the dog is a little more expressive than a normal dog. Strange indeed. But let’s proceed.
Now Thompson has found a dog in need.
But who needs whom more?
For both of them, what lies in store?
To the end of this tale you must read
So to the next part we will proceed.
The Nightwalker and the Wolf
Esha, with your flowing brown curls,
You’re one of those vampire girls.
The solid rock that gives support.
Hugs from you don’t fall short.
You’re more precious than pearls.
Your beauty rivals that of Aphrodite.
Your sister thinks you’re quite mighty,
Even if you don’t really see all that.
You got Gryffindor from the sorting hat,
Due to your bravery and loyalty
For your birthday, a poetic fantasy.
One of wolf and vampire valency.
Stories of vampire and wolf abound,
But we shall spin the genre around.
One that ends in spiritual amnesty.
It all started when Jupiter came,
To curse the mortal by full name.
For Atticus Marcus had killed,
And his sins were to be billed.
And only he was truly to blame.
In all his hatred for the facades,
He had stolen from the gods,
And killed innocent people.
In the street and the steeple,
A curse was unanimous by nods.
As Jupiter carried out the curse,
Atticus’ body became perverse.
The man had become a beast,
But he was still alive at least.
Lonely lands he would traverse.
After 300 years, he got another chance,
When he met a vampire from France.
By accident they fell deeply in love.
The night walker became his dove,
As they entered a unholy romance.
For another 500 years they tried,
But couldn’t leave the other’s side.
Each night they would lie together,
Dreading when they cross the nether,
And their existence be nullified.
One day seemingly out of the blue,
Their predicament was given a clue.
Came the prophecy of the soul fire,
A pairing that would become dire,
What night stalker and the wolf do.
The prophecy tells of a great shift.
Two bloods flowing into the rift.
Activating the ancient glyph wards,
To cool the planet going forwards,
And slowing the continental drift.
Fulling the prophecy was the quest,
And they vowed to do their very best.
Years were spent finding the place.
Even using satellites in orbital space,
But eventually they found the nest.
Hidden deep under glacial ice sheets,
They found a sequence that repeats.
They knew they had found the rift,
So they packed up and made swift.
They traveled with a group of elites.
They made their way into the ice cave,
So that all of humanity they could save.
Upon entering the inner corridor,
A sign read “chamber of the sorcerer”.
They saw images of an ancient conclave.
With glyphs in their super human sight,
They move in closer to perform the rite.
As daggers slide across their hands,
They read the ancient commands.
Causing the glyphs to emanate light.
A beam of light shoots into the sky.
The wolf is no longer the bad guy.
As the CO2 is absorbed into the light,
The event is a spectacle of eye sight,
And catches that of Jupiter’s eye.
As global cooling is set in motion,
Jupiter has one hell of a notion,
To release the man from the beast
From his curse he shall be released,
And to a god be given the promotion.
Atticus now redeemed and thus free
Would see the heavens ever so lovely.
With Esha by his purely human side,
In with the gods they will now slide.
Once a beast, now with spiritual amnesty.
The snowball
“Hey Charles, look at this snowball. It’s JUMONGUS!” Terry said to me. (He still calls me by my first name because we haven’t adopted him and his older brother yet). It indeed was a big snowball. Big yes, perhaps for his size, but he definitely embellished slightly.
Now a “JUMONGUS” snowball is one thing, but a “JUMONGUS” snowball in a seven year old’s hands is a different matter entirely. To me, this snowball was just a piece of art meant to be left alone, admired, then left where it was. To him it was a missile, a rocket, a baseball; something that definitely should not be left where it was.
Before I could gather any thoughts, I turn to see what he wants to show me. He shows me his snowball at about 20 mph, to the nose.
Yes it’s was quite funny….to him. Not so much to me. He laughs, stumbles and falls to the ground. We all laugh as I make my own snowball in response. He struggles to get up but soon does, only to get a snowball from me, to his nose, with love of course. This knocks him down on his face into the snow. Of course he gets up crying that it hurt and he was cold.
“See son, don’t throw it if you can’t take it”
Terra * Redeo 