The Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword discussion

Where I put my thoughts out....

Sooooo I have kinda like a prologue thingy I wrote, kinda my own personal creative writing project....

The calendar placed the Hunter’s Moon on October twenty-sixth. Twas said that at 12:52 AM the moon would be full. For some this day might seem meager and for lack of a better word, stupiud, but to us it means everything. We keep to the shadows, and bring our secrets with us.
You humans cannot understand us, for we live under a different set of rules. Although there are others besides us out there, you have yet to believe that any of us exist. The children of the night watch you from the shadows. The nymphs watch from the trees. We can see you, but the real question is, can you see us?
Now I realize this may seem ridiculous, but be warned there are things far worse than, “Vampires, Werewolves, and Witches, oh my!” The creatures that go bump in the night can see you… though only from a distance. Once you begin reading this human, these tales about to be spun before your very eyes, this trek into the unknown, BEWARE. For there is NO GOING BACK!

thats it...... feedback would be nice please???? thanks

Nice. You got me hooked I can't wait to see the rest and what is scarier than thoses creatures.

Haha awesome thanks :)

Great Tidings

I sit one day
No point to go
When a stranger from yonder
He comes to my resting place,
Great Tidings,
Great Tidings I bring.
tis' because the big man
The king hath brought down to this place,
Full of dread and misery.
He hath brought the gift of joy.
So as i sit i look and
I say to this young lad,
How can you bring happiness to a land that is
Nothing but sad.
His face brightens like the sun in the morning sky,
For he said, the great man,
The king hath givith the order to bring our poor place,
Our village of solitude, to come and live with him as his court, for he has none.
So we tell the village
GREAT TIDINGS!
GREAT TIDINGS WE BRING, FROM THE GREAT MAN,
THE KING.
HE IS TAKING US IN, NO TIME FOR HESITANCE MY DEAR FRIENDS,
FOR WE HAVE NO TIME TO LOSE,
SO THAT WE MAY GO TELL THE KING THE,
GREAT TIDINGS, TO YOU OH GREAT MAN, OH KING,
FOR WE ACCEPT YOUR OFFER.
THANK YOU FOR TAKING US IN
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midevil poetry? i guess so

Trip down the rabbit hole

I walked down the street dreading what wonderful surprises would await me when I get home. With Mom selling all our household belongings for drug money, and Dad using drinking as an outlet for his emotions; that left me as the only slightly less mad one in the house. As I neared the house, I could hear the usual shouting and violence from indoors. As I got to the front porch, my hand went to the door and stopped about 2 inches away. I decided to sit outside until it eventually died down.
I sat on the porch for quite some time. The night sky was like a map just waiting to be discovered. I had nothing else to do so I just looked, and thought. After about two hours I heard a door slam, and the house shook. I figured now was the best time to go inside; I bid farewell to the map of stars in the sky and got up.
As I walked in the door, a shoe flies fast my face. I whip my head to the left, which is inconsequently the hallway where my parents room is conveniently located, and see my father standing in the doorway. His face red as if he’d been crying, an act he would never outright admit to, scratched down his arms, and his body draped in sweat. You could tell he’d been in a scuffle with someone, knowing the handy work of the scratches I made a mental note. Must’ve been mom, I thought to myself with a smirk. I just so happened to look down and noticed a missing shoe, and so I glared at him and asked,
“Missing a shoe Reginald? Because I think might have come across it... by mistake.”
As I bent to pick up the shoe, another one whizzed right above my head, and he replied with a gruff, angry response,
“Boy what the hell did I tell you about callin’ me that, huh?! I told you my name is Reg! Hear me boy? Cause’ I don’t think you quite HEARD me last time!”
He stood there seething in anger than his face went from being absolutely pissed, to as calm as a sleeping baby. He walked up to me and pulled back his hand, as if he was going to back hand me, and then he put his hand down. He bent down and picked up the shoes he had ‘misplaced’ and walked to the couch.
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All I got so far