Arletta

  • The Sacred Beggar Boy Chapter 2: Salad Tossers (rough dr...

    Chapter Two:

    Upon the birth of Parsnip the Magnificent, Woodrow further determined a thing or two, such as to move back into his own home and to teach the boy such things as a boy should know to be…

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  • The Dragons (rough draft story)

    “Listen well, with hearts and ears: you have heard of the Norse Kings and their ascent, by consent of the Chaos of Ordem, to the throne of Kaenisbeth, have you not? In the old days, they were warriors…

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  • The First Course

    This is the book of the history of the Sacred Beggar Boy, known to most in present day as the son of Anonymous Gentry, as his name, and therefore lineage, was recorded in the annals of Kaenisbeth.

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  • Once Upon a Dream (rough draft)

    (this is the rough draft prologue to the story ‘Once Upon A Reality’)

    Prologue: Once Upon A Dream

    Angela was a girl who tended to have vivid, troublesome dreams but the night when one barked beh…

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  • Once Upon A Reality (Rough Draft)

    She had slumbered, for a certainty, as she remembered lying down and here she was in her gown and with her trick-some mind nattering away about something new in the back of her head.

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  • Love In Abstract, Distractingly Detracted

    A flow of temperence, into mercy, through veils and vale, down to the heart, and falling into love
    Dark tides pool and sway, sliding and slipping deliciously over well rounded white marbled rock
    Har…

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  • How wrong she was

    How wrong she was, not to fall apart, not to fade away, not to die wretchedly
    On she went, unmindful of chattering twits or twittering chats aimed at her
    Why do you exist? Why suck our air? Leave u…

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  • Life loves time

    “Nature cares very little for the thoughts of Man.” someone whispered to her from behind the trees.

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  • Doppelganger

    Oh how I wish I was my doppelganger.”

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  • Deny Chaos at your peril ...

    “Can you believe it, V?” he asked betwixt chortles and snorts, seeing his servant returned from tucking the raving lunatic (as he thought of her) in for the night.”She thinks Earth is real!”

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  • Cage Rage

    I cannot live my life in a cage, though the hunters sniff for my scent
    They threaten with sharp fangs, with arrows, with leaden horrors
    Oh I know the dangers well, my love, for I have run free all …

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  • On the cliff top ...

    There she stood, eyes aching with tears she hoped he had failed to notice hiding there in their depths, wishing she could release them but being far too full of pride.

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  • In time it all fades to rust

    Creeping over sweep and curve, smoothness, rough edges, blighting
    Along its way it devours all toil, all vanity, all former sentiments, just all
    Til there is nothing left for adoring eyes to recogni…

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  • Splitting hairs

    There are times when all the weight of the world is dripping down in heated spates

    Onto my brain, swirling in the wind, dangling down my back, tickling like bugs crawl

    Everything is broken, drie…

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  • June- first challenge

    Call me Cheryl! It’s my name, dammit! And on this night of frost and torpor, my creamy white fleshed globes are turgid, waiting, wanting, hoping for the prince of my dreams to come to my rescue. He …

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  • In the courtyard stood a smallish statue

    In the courtyard stood a smallish statue, roughly of just the right size to be best abused by children and dogs, which had, at one time, been mostly gray stone.

    After all its years of standing, it…

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  • If eyes are the windows to the soul

    It explains why they grow weaker as we age, especially without caring for them well
    His soul was brown and veiled, seemingly deep, but lying in it’s emotions
    Mine was bright and clear, but weak in t…

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  • There was a pen

    I dipped it in, down into the dark well, where thoughts come from and feelings hide
    In inky depths it came near to drowning, waiting for me to direct it’s movements
    Guiding it carefully to paper, I …

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  • Beauty

    Over the sweet grass wafted darkness that in spiraling eddies danced so nimbly
    Across the sward, toward the tall, ivy festooned tower wherein rested beauty fair
    Beauty rested, grew restless, awoke, …

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  • Baby

    That was not all the badness, though surely it would have been enough. For the girl remembered other things. She wished she didn’t, but she did.

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