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Post by Caylus Ark on Mar 6, 2021 9:16:16 GMT
"Nothing new under the sun", said a one,
wafts of curling smoke frame his Tabaco Pipe,
he sinks into the desert crag
and shows no interest in the pop Idol suspended upside down,
hanging from the Palm tree fronds...
His eye does not tremble between twilight and midnight
His eye does not blink between dusk and dawn.
Ice is not a shiver
No sweat from a sweltering arid breeze.
The mountain man wields his temperance wisely,
with all the solemnity
of a gun
"Nothing new under the moon", said a one again,
He sighs slices and quarters up the hours,
He smiles like a metronome in the drum-thump of time
Each time his eye meets my eyes
I lurch inwards, a carousal with old horses
but new ecstatic bids against the clockwork man,
to break him like a geode
each facet of partitioning would shatter
on the alter of the divine -
or the brow of the Sphinx
we are predestined to preclude each other
The mountain man and me
he's a staccato, but my melodrama
is orchestrally spun and string-sung
And his boots follow the horizon of the encroaching sun,
knowing not where the shadows lie
but knowing I will be there among.
To find just one new thing...
Just one.
To this effort I became a Star
and ascended to new matrixes of dimension;
I sunk beneath the quantum foam
and outsped the speed of light;
I was cosmically compressed by infinitudes
within an Event horizon -
But never arrived at the Black Hole;
I returned even more naïve than I begun
I sprung upon his Chessboard
A Jack pouncing out Pandora's Box
I painted alien shapes in the undermines
I danced in acausal sympathy for the moon
I'd been making strides towards parting the Sea,
when eventually, the mountain man noticed me
his Staff dragged through the red dust,
a chimera staff with an emerald handle,
instead of wood, its terminus ensnared a pair of serpentine vines,
but somewhere between the fibers and the bark,
somewhere demarcated on the tip of his Staff, for the Bold,
A living Rose kisses the golden coldness of a
flower lily likeness
but the old man sunders another step
and the central rose wilts into pastel ash
crumpled petals cling to the hewn of the staff
descend like ashfalls in an hourglass
a finite staff in the pocket of the infinite
blushes into an untold vastness beyond a thorn
but each pink speck is so many magnitudes distant
I know I can't reach them,
for they model our stars.
The mountain man's almond eyes were smoky
prone to the cracks of ceaseless weather
and the time-hustled creasing of bent sunflowers, eternally earnest
this was his patience in the valley of that grand canyon
the only interruption of a flickering mirage
all the vagaries of language deserted me
and what remained dried up in my lungs
before it could be spoken
melting like Icarus' wax wings
but instead of spiraling towards the earth,
I merely lingered there
an arms breadth between our foreheads
And yet...
The only thing waiting on my bated breath
is wondering...?
Chaos is the winding unformed question's churn, quicksilver bolts, mercury orbits a thunderstorm and the unformed question pops like corn kerbals humming
"What is the | just one | Just one | one ..."
echoes until it ends again
right where it begun
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Post by Caylus Ark on Mar 6, 2021 15:47:43 GMT
lying on the floor | waiting for stars to fall the ceilings ... | not a door | The days pass by | And so do I ( ...the TLDR:
I followed the yellow brick road because
I read on the internet
That I ought not to go there
...)
Chaos is a bullet | My eyes trigger, which opens an inner window that is | A secret sky With a secret covenant called | "everything flies" Chaos | = state of total a mess | nothing left to suppress | the mess tumbling out the mattress' nest | called "what you see is what you get" | It's what chaos does, cuz Face Value is the only valid currency left| When everything subtle | Becomes | in equal measure | profane/// Chaos | It's So Strange |I've been hybridized | cryptified | When order reigned | I was the thing slated for erasure | dangerous because it speaks very well| I only escaped for one reason... | | I could not be measured| & anyway,I've agreed to bury coincidence | And pronounce my Dice Dead | I empathically synchronize happenstance | with the spells I'm casting | In my own head! they stride alongside observations | of what a REAL chaos mage is like... I'm a genius{but only sans script and pre plan} I'm a spirit dancer | and Choreography Anathema | my slopes are too steep to be square and my arcs are grossly obtuse, they make very bad cylinders | my triangles are wyrd as well my circles are eggs all of them are actually eggs SO: Chaos | in summary | of the many methods | of unwise and mad men | I have found 'the one' ... which is the most fun I guess  |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2021 19:28:29 GMT
Title: Vampire Emperor
Genre: Supernatural / Sci-Fiction
True or Fiction: Fiction
At late afternoon, clouds completely covered the airspace – darkening a spacecraft base. It started to rain on it and a figure standing outside. A servant headed toward the figure.
Servant: “Emperor, here is the sword as you requested.”
Emperor: “Thank you.”
The emperor strapped the sword and its sheath on his back. The raining became heavy, pouring water down his brows. Beneath his brows, his eyes glowed red.
Emperor: “Feels like it knows.”
Servant: “Yes, my emperor.”
The emperor put his right hand on servant’s left shoulder, giving some of extra energy to servant then said:
Emperor: “Thank you again. You done a good service. I don’t know if I will see you and all again after this.”
Servant: “Eternal love, my emperor.”
Emperor: “Eternal love.”
The servant bowed then walked away. The raining continued to pour on all. The emperor looked around for a bit, he knew his communities of vampires would be here but that is unnecessary; the preparations were already made before this event.
The emperor closed his eyes for a moment then started feeling a sensation in his chest and a mild pain on his neck. A presence is feeling him, his lover from a distance away. He forced himself away from it, had he stayed he would be deeply engaged with it.
The emperor opened his eyes and it is finally time to do the deed. He started to fly all the way up through the clouds to off-world, psychically empowering and lifting a fleet of giant and defensive spaceships with his energy. These spaceships followed him from behind. He didn’t want these to deplete theirs resources in such wasteful way from launching process.
He flied through the outer space, he began to reflect back to his talk with a portal expert.
Portalogist: “The portal enclosure will read the signal from the sword, pinpointing its original realm. After that, you just enter it.”
Emperor: “I see. Anything I should know about the travel inside portal?”
Portalogist: “It is instant. However, with a bit of warping effect on your perception.. a distortion or disorientation might occur for a moment when you arrive.”
The emperor looked back to the spaceships, these have changed the course to defensive stationary around the world.
Emperor (thought to himself): “It is really happening..”
As the emperor approach the portal, a spherical shield surrounded it - powered down, letting him into the portal. He entered the portal and vanished.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2021 19:25:44 GMT
Title: Legion Genre: Supernatural / Sci-Fiction / Superhero True or Fiction: Fan-made Fiction In outer space, an international fleet of human spaceships formed an innermost defensive sphere around a portal, each apart from each other at some distance. An additional fleet of spaceships at some distance between the innermost defensive sphere and them, acting as backup. A transportation of resources and supplies was established between all of these to the lunar bases on the Moon and Earth. All of these spaceships have movement routes or safety exits. Soon enough, a fleet of superheroes arrived at the front-line. Most of these superheroes are in astronaut suits, lightweight version. All were prepared and on standby for leader, the Superman. The Superman arrived after checking in with everything from behind. He was in a black coloured uniform, with a symbol on it - denoting an international legion. Also, he wore a backpack with a medium-sized bong attached to it. He had been to the area near the portal before, but hadn’t gone inside yet. All eyes were on the Superman, no doubt waiting for the signal. For a moment, the Superman stared at the portal. The portal leads to the Lost Realm or otherwise known as the Hell, where lost ones are in. In a way the Superman experienced it before in his centuries of training, he almost completely lost himself. The Superman slowly moved forward to intently listen with his super-hearing ability. Portal (whispers): “.. abandon all hopes before entering .. abandon ..” The portal continued to whisper the same sentence with a draining feeling as can be heard and felt by the Superman and no doubt on recording onboard the spaceships commanded by humans. His head moved downward with eyes closed for a moment. He drank a beer mixed with krypronite mineral and smoked a joint then said: Superman: “What is happening...” He began to remember his absent family, friends, and teachers. His fallen years. All seemed lost. “What is the purpose of life?”, “Why life?”, and “Why me?”. A loud fart emitted from the Superman, with silence across an entire of fleets ensured. Superman slowly opened his stoned eyes and looked at the portal then said: Superman: “Holy fuck.” The Superman farted more for a brief of time, it was so loud that it registered on sound recording onboard the spaceships. Other superheroes were silent about it. The Superman raised his right hand up then moved it forward, to signal the go: Superman: “Let’s fuck it up.” |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2021 19:51:00 GMT
Story Title: Billions of Mask – Part 1 of 3
True or Fiction: Fiction
A man in black suit, entered a large room. There were people in the room, looked at him without welcoming him. The man in black suit introduced himself:
Man in black suit: “Greetings. I’m the nameless man.”
Man 1: “Then we shall call you, Nameless.”
Nameless: “Heh. Very well.”
Man 1: “What are you doing here and why?”
Nameless: “To see what is up with you people.”
Man 1: “Ah, I see.. unfortunately, as you can probably see that you are already not welcomed here. Leave.”
Nameless: “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
Man 1 (revealed his handgun): “Then this should convince you.”
Nameless: “Oh.”
Man 1: “Leave.”
Nameless’s eyes turned fully pitch black as if demonic-looking so then remained in silence and motionless.
Man 1 (laughs): “A demon? The Abrahamic religion is no more. We have no room for you or your kind. Leave.”
Nameless (chuckles): “Not demon.”
Then Nameless began walking past the man 1. The man 1 pointed his gun at him:
Man 1: “Very well.”
The gun became intensely hot then eventually it was dropped by man 1 as he screamed from the pain inflicted by the heat. The other people looked at him without any sign of emotion.
Nameless (looked at man 1): “For your and people’s sake, I will tell you my name..”
Then Nameless looked up to rest of people staring at him, he said:
Nameless: “I am Darkness.”
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Post by Judocus Geimhreadh on Sept 1, 2021 20:21:22 GMT
The dream keeps coming up, and it's partly based around my own lifelong story of the shadowgame. I am Lu/El's daughter, the daughter of a God. We are together, fighting evil with amazing powers. But then something happens; I get injured, and taken in by government agents who are fascinated by my power. They find a way to repress my power so that I can only use it at their command, then they turn me into a weapon to assassinate dictators, rescue hostages, bring drug lords to justice, ect but then, a goddess rescues me. She says she is my mother, and brings me to a dimension where all the Gods live together But I don't really fit in there, I'm not a normal demigod, I have some kind of mortal in my blood or am elsewise some sort of 'other' I remember being in a grove in the dream, and seeing Athena and another male God talking I remember that her beauty was absolute and enchanting, and I realized that I felt inferior, as if I couldn't compare at all One day, my mother, the goddess, died. It's weird that an immortal could die, but it could apparently happen. At that point I was a big outcast. In the dream, at some social gathering, someone provoked me with enormous hostility, and I attacked and killed them. Then I was being pursued. I escaped to my cabin in the woods, but then a very evil person showed up, a "doctor" or alchemist who chained me up and tried to harvest my organs, because I was some kind of anomaly. But then my powers went berserk, and I escaped him too. Then a mysterious bear showed up. He told me I was in danger and needed to leave to follow my destiny. I hesitated but not for long. We got on a train to the mortal realm. He said that I was needed there, that my help was essential. First we went to a city in China. There was a huge pharmaceutical company there that was apparently doing something diabolical. This was something that required my abilities, my powers.... this is all I can recall, but the dream is an ongoing storyline (My dreams are amazing. It seems my dreams are allowing me to help continue my own stories in a true playground of consciousness. In part, when I experience them, I am aware of also creating them. A part of me occasionally says, even when dreaming, "this is amazing, I can't forget I need to add this to the story, I need to write this down" Lately my dreams are submerging me in my own story. The storyline even continues over multiple nights. It's lucid and quite intense. I wouldn't trade it for the world.) <3 |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2021 19:16:03 GMT
***** BVT Series *****
After entering the BVT place, a patron said: "wtf why more snow in here?"
Bartender (shrugged): "BVT decided to let in some from windows, keep ur coat on."
Bartender 2: "Happy Winter Season & Holidays!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2022 12:50:31 GMT
BlackVoid Tavern - Story Series (Fiction) - "Winter In-House"
A few bartenders and manager sat down around a table, in a darkened and cold room filled with snow. Each of all wore a winter coat and started drinking in silence. Ten minutes later, one of bartenders looked at the manager then gestured a point hand at the snow. The manager shrugged.
Bartender 1: "Well, we might as well make a couple of snowmen here, serve them with beers, and then listen to their stories."
Other bartenders (2 and 3) chuckled and manager grinned.
Bartender 1: "Why this place is still opening its windows to let snow in? We haven't yet heard a single thing from it. A few then fewer patrons are coming to here ever since this snow thing started."
Manager: "I don't know. Even this place is not talking to me as well."
Bartender 2 (arms crossed): "Punishment. Maybe one or all of us did something wrong. Do any of us remember anything about that?"
Manager: "No, I don't think so.."
They looked at each other in silence. A few moments later, they were startled by a musical sound from the jukebox near the entrance - it was turned on by a shadowy figure dressed with a black fedora hat and trench coat.
Manager: "Stranger?"
Stranger: "Yup."
Bartender 3 got a chair and made a room for it for the stranger. The stranger sat down then thanked him.
Manager (hands gestured in air): "The Stranger, Issue.. three!"
Stranger: "Hmm?"
Manager (chuckles): "Just a comic book joke, something from the Earth."
Stranger smiled.
Bartender 1 noticed something was shifting in snow nearby him. The snow started building multiple snowmen by itself around all of bartenders, manager, and Stranger.
Stranger: "Oh, looks like a party is getting started."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2022 16:52:58 GMT
"Library"
Fiction story written by myself
Clouds in Sky - Scene 1 of 2
A man dressed with a formal clothing, small cape on, and hat on, walked up a stairway leading to a door within clouds in the sky.
Narration: “A librarian. Pristine and rigid with work.”
The door unlocked and opened the way for librarian. As he entered, the door closed and locked by itself. Then the door disappeared into the clouds in the sky.
Narration: “The library remains closed as it is not ready for open despite the librarian’s incredible resolve to complete it.”
Library - Scene 2 of 2
Inside the library, there are many bookcases – each with a single and special book at top only accessible by ladder. The librarian took his formal coat, cape, and hat off. He began a morning routine; checking all of the special books at top of bookcases then books on these.
After the librarian finished his morning routine, he sat down and unpacked his work materials on top of a table. He put his left hand on these and glanced off one of special books on top of a bookcase without a ladder across the table away from him. Its title reads, “Encyclopedia Book of Metaphysical Characters”. He went back to his work.
Hours later, the librarian checked his inventory of extra books on another table right next to his workspace area. He subconsciously glanced off the very same book, it still remained in its place. He went back to sit down. He paused for some moments to take a breathing and break from his work, he once again glanced off the same spot. It was gone. A ladder was nowhere nearby.
The librarian became perplexed as he had checked it before many times then he muttered to himself:
Librarian: “.. how?”
He proceed to double-check for other special books and any books that may be missing. None was missing except for that one.
He held his mouth with his right hand with his head downward then whispered: “Shit.”
... to be continued...?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2022 17:08:50 GMT
May I respectfully ask you for a request to change this thread title to something good with positive vibes if that is alright and is possible with you?
A few suggestions I made: "Tavern of Eternity", "Caylus' Tavern", "Ark Tavern", "Infinity Tavern", or you could come up with something better if you want to.
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Post by xlegic on Jun 7, 2023 3:28:57 GMT
BVT
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Female manager arrived at the front door of BVT. She stood very close with her head on it, she muttered:
Manager: ".. I miss you .."
The place: "Welcome!"
She backed away a bit, not used to cheering voice - uncharacteristic of the place.
The doors opened by itself.
To be continued.
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Post by xlegic on Jun 7, 2023 4:17:19 GMT
BVT
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A man with short hair and tail at back of his head, dressed in comfy long shirt and pant, with a logo (upside U and a circle point at bottom of it) on his left chest area. He with eyes white hot glowing and smiled at the manager.
Bartender (introducing): "This is the dude from 80s. Ahem.. his name is literally '80s'."
Up next, a well muscled man with thick shoulders and long arms almost to bottom of floor. He had a blank emotion face. He kept grasping or holding fists while downward as if showing off all the time.
Bartender (tried to be formal and nice as not to tick him off): "This is Fistman."
Next, a large skull (about half-size of door) with a platform underneath and four wheels. He moved forth then stopped, to introduce himself. He cannot speak.
Bartender: "This is Skullboard."
Next, a large and big man made of cheese with arms almost always in pockets of coat on him. He had a blank face.
Bartender: "This is Cheeseman.. (whispers: he's very sensitive.)"
Bartender: "I think that's it for now, three more are not yet here."
Manager (awkwardly smiles): "Nice to meet all of you."
Bartender (smiles and grasp both hands / clapped hands): "Ok, let's eat some pieces of cheese off if the Cheeseman don't mind.."
Cheeseman (shrugged)
Manager (slightly frown): "Wouldn't that hurt you, picking pieces off you?"
Cheeseman (spoke while still holding his hands inside his pockets): "Not on surface, some can regrow. Go ahead."
Manager: "Ok.. you look like mozz cheese."
Cheeseman: "Yeah, today I am."
Manager: "Today? What do you mean.."
Cheeseman: "I change from a different cheese to another depending. Go ahead."
All picked some pieces of cheese off the Cheeseman.
Cheeseman: "Take it easy.."
To be continued.
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Post by xlegic on Jun 7, 2023 5:25:13 GMT
"Elite"
Fiction story
A man with black hair walked on a platform in clouds.
He looked back then rolled his eyes as he turned around onward to an edge of platform. A woman came and begged him not to go.
He smiled then softly chuckled. The woman stood near him, with arms downward.
Woman: "You can't leave us. With you, we always have been the Elites."
The man shrugged.
Woman: "Why?"
Man: "It is simple, I go where my heart tell me."
Woman: "But you will die!"
Man (chuckled then pointed at his parachute backpack) then stretched his neck, body and finally put his helm on..
He leaped into the clouds.
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