Post by Caulder Melhaire on Jul 24, 2022 18:08:32 GMT -6
I'll say sure, only because I feel like we sort of do that already after everything gets tallied up and announced. As long as it's not a critique, and more like a "I like the spin you put on the prompt" sort of comment I'm okay with it. Just hold onto them until after the voting has concluded, so as not to skew any wayward voters in their decision making.
He couldn't believe his eyes, displayed as it was between a foggy mirror and threadbare Arabian rug. He remained nonchalant, a casual browser, as he entered "Ye Olde Antique Shoppe." Eagerness would only drive up cost and funds were limited. As it turned out, the price was extraordinarily reasonable.
He would be the pride of the brotherhood. Hero of the hour. The knight who found the Holy Grail. Celebratory cups would be raised in his honour this night.
It wasn't until he reached the gates of Camelot that he noticed Made in Taiwan on the underside of the chalice.
Last Edit: Jul 25, 2022 14:30:09 GMT -6 by FoxxGlove
The Sanctum was founded to fight corruption in our order. That was the first cup we drank from. We had to eliminate the order. We were thread bare when done. We hid out of necessity, as they picked over our bones. The second cup was to rebuild our order and we drank again. Now we’re ready to drink from our last cup, finding Eden. That’s a more complicated task, but we’re steadfast in our devotion. We look in the mirror each day, only the scars of our struggles to see. The Iron Cross will not fail, because we’ve never failed.
The woman chanted under a moonlit night. A circle marked with strange symbols, carefully drawn upon the stones, was joined by three objects in her possession. The man who had shattered her life, among so many others, would pay for his crimes. Thief, usurper, murderer. He didn't recall the meek, elderly face which infiltrated his attendants and acquired the items needed for his downfall.
A cup, freshly touched by his lips, to whittle away at precious youth.
The shard of a mirror to compel the truth of atrocities committed.
A single, golden thread for a life to meet its end.
One look in her mirror at the moment he rode past, one spark of hope, of lust, and she’d forgotten that mirrors show the reverse. “I’m sick of shadows,” she’d said and abandoned her loom, her tower, and pursued him downriver. If only she hadn’t taken his hand and climbed from the boat.
What is she to him, the renowned Sir Lancelot? One woman of many. A tedium compared to the excitement of war. A shadow.
She drinks loneliness from an empty cup and longs for thread between her fingers. Without it, she fades, lost to memories.
(Title links to info on the literary work I'm referencing, in case someone's like "WTH is this piece going on about?")
Last Edit: Jul 27, 2022 13:53:03 GMT -6 by RAVENEYE
bluewpc: How have you been keepin?
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bluewpc: I will. You know something I need to say. I left America because I absolutely could not stand the normal life. I need adventure and blood. Maybe something to keep in mind for future writings
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bluewpc: After this war Im going to go find another war
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bluewpc: and hey glad to see ya Raven
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RAVENEYE: Some folks are built for it. That detail makes for one heck of a character, no doubt.
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