Faraway, in The Universe Of Fantasies, there is a little planet called Cygnet, where anything and everything happen. In the Lands of Imagination, lies a little but infinite Den Of Dreams. Scribbles of poetries, snippets of stories, long yellowed letters, little sketches of the cave walls… and lots of musings of a Dragon lies here. Welcome to my little Den Of Dreams! And thank you for being here. I am Dragon Warrior, or just Dragon, who is really excited and grateful to have you here. 🙂
A very big thanks to Rochelle, our fairy blog-mother for hosting the Friday Fictioneers.
Word Count: 99
The traveller stared hopelessly at the broken rails. He walked so long, so deep in the forests, so high up the hills… for this? No, he could not go back to the other said of the rails. His “friends” were waiting. After what he’d said to them… no, that was impossible.
“There must be a way out,” he whispered desperately. A little cobbled path down the side. Could be a ditch or a snake’s den. But it could also be an escape, a trail to somewhere new. Besides, it was a beautiful forest to explore. So, he walked on.
Note: For me, the story is a metaphor for choices we make in life. Sometimes we go on a path to find a dead-end to our goals. We’re scared to turn back in fear of backlash from others. And perhaps, if we look deeper we may find a little outlet that may lead to something bigger.
Three boys on abandoned streets, under sun, Deserted streets, nothing on sight, just a string on road, a string alone. “Must be the string of fate.” Said one, “Nay, isn’t red.” Said another one, “Might be a shoelace.” said another one, They kept up their pace, and soon they were gone In the deepest, darkest parts of streets— run, They wanted to. But as they spun, A dark shadow blocked them. Then begun A futile fight. The shadow won. A trace was left by the previous victim who never returned, Stringed together by a string on road, a string alone.
A big thank you to Crispina for hosting this challenge! I know, I’m a bit on and off at WordPress with online classes and all but I really wanted to participate in your amazing challenge just on verge of Nanowrimo* haha Thank you so much for hosting this!
A Heap of Ruin
On a big heap of “things” where heaps of things lay,
I stopped for a while and picked up a pebble in my way,
“Seems like a ruin,” said my elder brother,
“With something forgotten like this, why do you bother?”
But I, like a genius**, shook my head,
To him, I said,
“Sometimes things forgotten most,
Have lots to boast
About the older days.”
So we went all the way,
Exploring the ruins, guessing the past,
And by an adventure we were blessed at last.
The narrator in this poem is a young, over-confident, loner boy nicknamed Askari (he took the name from Askari Mirza who was Mughal emperor Humayun’s brother, he’s a history buff haha). He often calls himself “genius”** and loves making tales.
Oh, by the way, speaking of Nanowrimo* are you all going to participate? If yes, what’s your story about? If no, what would your dream book be about?
Warmest regards, and thank you so much for reading!
“Everyone would leave me,” my worries grow, What others think is something I shall never know, A let-down? Burden? Distraction? Worry? No, I ain’t certain, yet I say ‘sorry’, Until you come up to me and with a smile, Say, “Just close your eyes, a little while, Some things are, The way they are, And it hurts that you can’t change ’em, Things are mess at times ‘n you can’t arrange em, But if there’s three reasons to give up, I’m give you hundred reasons to stay, You’ve come a long, long way Till now, and you’ve a long, long way to go, You’ll manage somehow, you’ll outgrow All your worries to be the you wanna be.” You look at me And say, “I needn’t eludicate That you’re life’s a blank slate, And what you write comes true: So stop thinking what others’ thinking, And just be you!”
This poem is written in the point of view of this boy who calls himself Zya. What do you think of him? And thank you so much for reading.
May this letter find you in good health in spirits. It’s been around two weeks since I met you, but already, I admire you so much. I’m really grateful to have met you and I hope things turn out the best for you because YOU ARE SO AMAZING and you deserve all the happiness in the world. You’re such a positive ray of light and I really admire how amazing you are.
Thank you for everything…
Where to begin… I am not sure About this person. She’s calm. She’s pure. She’s dedicated. Sincere. She inspires. I’ll tell you about a time, A few days ago, When I wasn’t feeling fine, Down, deep and low, She saw through my mind, she saw through my heart, But we’ve never met, we’re miles apart. True, our views weren’t the same, But here’s where her open-mindness came, To this day, I’m grateul, For that day so fateful.
She works hard, day and night. She gives her all, all her might. Those aches in her back and head are just signs How strong she is, how bright she shines, Sleepless nights, studying she spends, To see the lights at the tunnels’ end.
If angels with wings do exist on earth, She’s one, to spend smiles and mirth, With compassion and dedication she glows, How to read hearts and mind, she knows. May one day, the fame flies high Of the girl whose name is Rai.
Can’t put in words, how glad am I, To meet you and greet you by, Talking with you made my day, Oh, I wish, I really wish on your way We’ve time to chat a while, Because your every word brings a smile, Because your every word feels so true, Really, how grateful am I to have met you!
You don’t realise, how amazing you really are, I’m sure, you’d reach wide and far, Just believe in yourself, dear, If the night is long, day is near, Be you, be what you want, Courage is a charm you chant, Nothing in the world defines you, Because what you believe, that is true, When you believe in yourself and soar up high, Nothing is the limit, not even the sky.
A song of gratitude is what I cry, Because I can’t put in words, how glad am I.
I don’t know your WordPress account, but thanks so much for talking with me at Tumblr! Have a great day and keep on spreading your positivity.
Been a while since I last posted, but you know, I’ve been more online in my Tumblr but here’s a little poem I’d written from the point of view of one of my favourite fictional characters, Hiyori Tono.
Look, I’m sad tonight, But look, I can’t cry, I’m just holding myself tight, My knees to my chest, I just wanted to be the best, But I’m worse than the worst, I’ve lost the thing I needed most. Love myself? Huh, kidding, aren’t you? I’m such a letdown to all the few Who looked up to me. A failure, a loser, a sucker, you see. And you thought I can be A hero? I’m a total zero tonight. Let’s just end this fight. I’m tired of fighting my head. Tired of all thoughts invading my bed. Worries Pretend to be necessary. Too bad, I’m tricked by ‘em. Didn’t want treasure, didn’t want fame, Just wanted love.
The book on self love lies at the corner, Read it all morning, Now’s night and I’m mourning Self-love? Oh thanks for such a sweet lie, How do I love myself, baby, when I just wanna die?