By [non user]
Genre: Fantasy/Poetry
With beautiful prose, and compelling imagery, this poem makes a lasting first impression. As if it wasn't enjoyable enough, it also has some nice, meaty metaphors for us geeky types. Whether for geekiness, or for the sheer beauty of it, this work of art is worth a sample...

Darkling armies stand awe-hushed
Hearing rumours and whispers
Tired arms raised skyward
Stark, growing bare
Pleading that it not be so
Their pride stripped
As rusting badges fall...

Read more at 665.The Unicorn in Autumn!

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By [Straygeek]
Genre: General prose
Mod's Comment:
You may have heard that home is where the heart is. That statement is sentimental, inviting, and relaxing. However, consider that while home is home, that doesn't mean that it can't still be deadly...

My town is tired and faded. It's old, but age lends it no dignity. The houses are weary, for the most part, sagging at the seams. They line the dirty streets and their inhabitants look out upon the world with jaded eyes.
It's not a town for children. The boredom is deadly. We've got nothing to do, so we make our own games, and we build our own kingdoms down by the stinking muddy banks of the twisting Wairoa....

WARNING: MATURE LANGUAGE CONTENT
Read more at 656.Tk

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By [Mister Saint]
Genre: Romantic/Erotic Poetry

Our speaker woos the reader with diction smooth as silk, and sloping, sensual landscapes of lovers' bodies, soothing us witless into agreement:

You've lain asleep for hours.
I can see your figure traced
in waves beneath our sheets.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT
Read more at 79.Mature.Evening

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By [Kaimee]
Genre: I don't know! Mystery? Suspense?

  The suspense involved in always being on the run has a hint of glamour to it, doesn't it? Well, does it? Is never knowing when you'll have to run for your life next, really, all that glamorous? What about having to leave all your friends behind, without notice? Why do that to them? Because you'd rather not be treated like a creature to be caught and killed?
  Well, I guess that's a pretty good reason. Not a particularly glamorous one, but a good one. Maybe we should ask this character what it really feels like...

I had thought I would be prepared to read the notice, when it came. I’d known it would come.
Go, it said. The worst word in the world, and it belonged to me. I stood for awhile, still in the stormy evening. I had no idea what to do, and so I stood there wasting time, in the lee of the wall my mail box was set in. There were strict rules we all lived by, and the first was Drop Everything and Leave. But did I have to? Who would be hunting, on a stormy Sunday evening when everyone else was tucked up inside with their family, celebrating the holiday season?

Read more at 5.Contest Entries.Staying Lost!

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