| Key to the Kingdom |
[Jul. 17th, 2011|11:32 pm] |
I'm one of those oddballs to have a half dozen journals, one for each style of writing I do. This is a sort of "best of".
I arranged this page as follows. Fiction posts are dated July, life experience stories are dated June, poetry is dated May and opinion/ramble/nonsense is dated April.
If you're curious about one or the other form, use the archive view, choose the appropriate month, then punch "subjects" and grab a title that suits you. Some tales by necessity will be multi part as this form is character number restricted and as I am infernally long winded, I oft'times need more than one post to finish.
All work is © Cleftomania 2003, 2004-2010
If you want more my daily babble page is
http://www.livejournal.com/users/donnickcottage/
more poetry can be found at
http://www.livejournal.com/community/wordsmithy/
(mine is posted as either oghram or donnickcottage)
The rest of my stories and fiction are posted friends only elsewhere. If you want to see more let me know and we can work it out. |
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| The Ballad of The Once Sir Charles |
[Sep. 20th, 2010|08:47 pm] |
There once was a knight that was braver than brave
though devoid of the blessing of luck.
He’d won all his battles with noble and knave
(the dog’s tails would steadfastly tuck)
But he’d always leave pieces behind him;
A finger, a toe or some hair.
He was so often gored that our ill fated lord
Good Sir Charles became Cavalier Chuck!
He’d lost his right arm to an angry green dragon
his left in a terrible row.
That same leg was shorn by an unbridled wagon,
the right by a rampaging cow.
So poor Chuck was a torso and helmet;
Yet would ride with the help of his squire.
He soon fought with his tongue, so it’s faithfully sung,
and then taught the king’s diplomats how!
At each sunset his squire, Juan Francisco Petards
gently hoisted the knight from the floor.
As they rode until dawn Chuck would gaze at the stars
on his back, in the saddle, once more. |
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| Random Act (2 of 2) |
[Jul. 16th, 2004|10:00 pm] |
The Plan
"Pussywillows, cattails, soft wind and roses", the Gordon Lightfoot masterpiece, now covered by a local musician at the expense of M.J.Brennen, played over the musak. "Must be five" Mick thought as he had programmed the song into the system twice a day, at nine and closing time.
( Read more... ) |
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| Poof |
[Jul. 15th, 2004|12:08 am] |
I originally wrote this in 9th grade as a devotee of Poe. I’m sure my delivery has improved but the story is the same.
( Read more... ) |
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| Give 'Em Enough Rope |
[Jul. 8th, 2004|11:58 pm] |
Genre: Horror (this can be interpreted in a very broad sense of the term)
Setting: An abandoned factory
People: Only one actual person
Restrictions: 1,000 words max.; main character dies
Warning: vulgarity, violence, and no sex...979 words
( Fiction by prompt ) |
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| Povertystricken Geekandahalf |
[Jul. 7th, 2004|11:27 pm] |
Ok, so it was all a big mistake; I'm not a mechanic and I shouldn't have bought a car at the sheriff's auction...ok? Satisfied?"
Detective Blandon grinned in that television cop kinda way, like he'd already read the script and couldn't keep the episode's secrets off his face.
( Read more... ) |
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| Carl Stent, Financial Samaritan |
[Jul. 6th, 2004|11:13 am] |
It was uncommon for a prospect to become belligerent on the phone, the ordinary response from those annoyed was a loud click followed by a dial tone. Being kicked aside with malice was always preferable to having my humanity questioned by some self righteous dweeb with too much time on their hands and an omnipotence complex.
( Read more... ) |
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| Desiree's Desserts |
[Jul. 2nd, 2004|11:22 pm] |
There was no doubt about the fact that she'd won the contest; all that was in question was whether she'd be able to claim her prize. Conjuring a black elderwyrm from thin air was a feat that dwarfed the other participant’s witcheries, a fact that made Des quite proud in spite of her current state of affairs. But she had to ponder for a moment the wisdom in winning at all costs, and the price of an early addiction to the vice of pompous braggery.
( fiction by prompt-fantasy ) |
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