String On Road: Friday Fictioneer

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Many thanks to our fairy blog-mother Rochelle for hosting this Challenge.

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

String On Road

Copyrights: Den of Dreams. Here’s my drawing of one of the three boys, Zya. (:

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.

Thank you for reading,

Warmest regards,

Dragon Warrior

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Crispina’s Creative Challange #103: A Heap of Ruin

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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

Copyrights: Crispina Kemp

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?”

Copyrights: Dragon Warrior (@den of dreams)
I’m doing digital art now 🙂

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.

Copyrights: Dragon Warrior @Den of Dreams. I just got into digital art, btw! What do you think of it?

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!

-Dragon Warrior

FOWC with Fandango

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A big thank you to Fandango for hosting this challenge.

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So this guy is the ‘you’ in the poem who just gave a nice lecture with his limited knowledge :’)

“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!”

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A little doodle to go with the poem.

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.

Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Challenge – Rectify

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A big thank you to Sammi for hosting this challenge. Here’s my take on it.

Though I try
To rectify
My mistakes—
To lower those stakes
Built for years
In endless spheres
“Better late than never” they say,
“If there’s a will, there’s a way”
But I’m stuck in dead-end.

What do you think of him?

I know doesn’t make me much sense, but it’s written from the point of view of my imaginary friend, Yhorri (there, I drew him)

Thank you so much for reading and have a great weekend ahead~

A Letter To Rai-senpai

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Dear Rai-senpai,

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…

For Rai-senpai

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.

Warmest Regards,

Shi-Shi~

An Open Letter To Akira

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Dear Akira,

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.

Warmest Regards,

Dragon Warrior.

Late Night: Poem For Hiyori Tono

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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.

Fanart of that boy. Copyrights: Dragon Warrior

Late Night

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?

Have a great day or night ahead.

Warmest regards,

Dragon Warrior 🐉

Looking Back At The Childish You

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Many thanks to Fandango for hosting this challenge. Today’s prompt is Mature.

Looking Back At The Childish You

Copyrights: Dragon Warrior. He’s Ryu.

Just a year gone, memories piled,
Looking back to the while,
When you had a smile
Whenever you heard my name,
Or saw my face, or whenever I came
Anywhere near you,
Or when I’d look to
The desk where you sat in middle school.
Ah, those days, when you thought I was cool,
No, the coolest boy who’s ever been,
The smartest boy you’d ever seen,
How used to smile, in your childish pleasure…
You don’t think of me now, do you,
Now you’re so mature?

Copyrights: Dragon Warrior. And this is Knzryo.

This poem is written in perspective of a 16 year old boy called Ryu, for his cousin, Knzryo.

What Pegman Saw: When You’re Gone

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Much thanks to J Hardy for hosting this amazing challenge of What Pegman’s Saw. This week, we’re off to Chechnya Russia.

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Copyrights: Google Maps

When You’re Gone

An icy spell hovered by the clouds,

With nothing but snow all around,

Hamza dragged his boots into the snow,

He didn’t know what to do, or where to go,

He wore nothing to make him warm,

Only dark thoughts swam

Round his mind, only darkness lingered.

His heart felt more frozen than his limbs,

His mind felt more numb than his fingers.

He looked into the skies,

Drew back, a sigh,

And whispered into the air,

The words no-one could hear,

“When you’re gone, my world feels more bleak

Than all the winters at peek,

My heart has dried like all these leafless trees,

And I won’t mourn if one day I shall freeze

For when you’re gone, 

I’m all alone,

No beauty is appealing,

No cure is healing,

No bird seems to sing,

For my darling, you, and only you, is my spring.” 

Crimson’s Creative Challenge: The Forgotten Cottage

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Thank you so much Crispina, for hosting this challenge.

copyrights: Crispina Kemp

The Forgotten Cottage

‘Twas a forgotten little cottage,

 In forgotten little forest.

A young plump guy, who didn’t know why

He was alone,

Stared at the house overgrown

With weeds.

He’d come following those strange reeds

That grew by the riverside,

Strange things he saw, animal hides,

Colourful pebbles, patterns on the ground,

And soon he was lost, for he didn’t know the way round

The forgotten little forest.

He stared at the forgotten little cottage

With fear-laden eyes.

He looked to the ground, he looked at the skies,

He called his friends loud, he chanted prayers,

But there was no-one, nobody to help him there.

But there was someone in the house who’d heard the boy cry,

And there from the house, out came the most peculiar guy,

“Come he said my dear,” said the man who was not touched by age,

And there went the young guy, right in the cage.

Copyrights: Dragon Warrior

Well, here’s something about the “young boy”. There he is, do you like the way he looks? So, this time, I’m trying to write a story with characters from different parts of Earth and he’s one of them. Thanks so much for reading, have a great day (: