Hello all! I've been itching to write some short stories as of late, but I didn't want to add to it my other writing-intensive world Tides of Fate. As the title implies, my intention for this world is to create stories as told by the bards of old. (No, I haven't done much studying on exactly what their storytelling style is, but I have the general idea. ^_~ ) Without further adieu, sit back, relax, and enjoy whatever posts manage to come. ^_^

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Beautiful Crimson

Quite simply put, I can’t get enough of the color crimson. I’m so obsessed with it that virtually nothing is quite right unless I see a little bit of it each day. But that’s perfectly acceptable, right? Everybody has a favorite c...

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Possession

Once again, Galahad White found himself gazing up forlornly at the moon. His reason was because on that very day he discovered that the woman he loved most, Tara, had betrayed him by sleeping with his brother. Without the slightest bit of remorse ...

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The Yuki-Onna's Trick

Covered by an unwelcomed reminder of winter, Akira was waiting for death to finally release him from his icy tomb. He was uncertain about how long he had been lying there since his accidental fall from the cliff. What he did know was that his mind...

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Wildflower Poem

My mind worn down by earthly demands,
The soul contained within my breast collapsed.
The reasons were trivial, to be sure,
Things that otherwise carry naught to all time,
But enough to cause my resolve distress.

Healing seemed to be but a dream;
A fantasy which children devise in play.
Thankfully though, it blossomed just enough
To rejuvenate hope’s radiant calamity.

But this blossom needed to transform
Before the nothingness of fear returned.
To this, I am glad, the problem resolved,
For the next day filled me with awe.

All around me were temporary wonders
Grander than any planed works procure.
Beyond my mortal eyes stood majestically
Nature’s true essence of late spring.

Colors cared not where they stood,
Because for them arrangement is irrelevant.
Mixing hues together indiscriminately
Nature procured an endless tapestry.

The best of all rested outside the surface.
Allowing natural darkness to cover my eyes,
I took in the sweet aroma of the land,
Which in turn elated my dulled senses.

My mind restored to its true form,
I now resume the mighty march of life.
It is my goal to keep my head held high,
But just in case despair yearns for me again
I shall defy it by returning to my Eden.

Briar Rose

Has anyone ever wondered what would happen if Briar Rose (a.k.a. Sleeping Beauty, Aurora, etc.) was actually a boy? It was a random thought as I looked at my Grimm's Fairy tales book. Here's my take on it if it was told by Merlin, did you know man...

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