The evening
It was 6 in the evening. Hindenburg's eco-system began their daily turn-over. The orange sky was fading fast, drew nearer and nearer to the half-rounded ruby red sun as time ticked by. The ever casting shadow expands far more from the horizon,...
Amber Scenery
I await rediscovery, of former amber scenery.
The union
Facing each other paw in paw, this joyous occasion perfect, without a flaw. The official stands there reading their vows everyone there their close friends, from past and from now. Each other they've got on this special day, tying the...
Sunset
Oh pretty setting sun Of you there's only one Unless you travel out a few light years 'Cause out in space there's a ton
An enginer by trait ch1.
we pull out of the depot the steam swirling quitely out of the funnel the pistion rods clank loudly we trundle along, "more coal!," I ask.my fireman Wilt he replies by shoveling coal into.the frenice , I yank the whistle cord to tell everone to move...
A modern cold war, for a modern world
Even if i'm closed for story commissions at the moment, i don't want to let this scenery go to waste.
Tropical Paradise Or Is It: Lapsus Mentalli
#2 of tropical paradie or not we continue from the beautiful scenery of dusk coming in after good day filled with new things. time pauses. suddenly a scene appears inside the mind of the lector (reader)... yes, you!
A New State - medium poem
A hated place, full of misery and doubt, Hated by one and hated by more, Loved by the blind, the dumb, the fake, This is where I make my temporary nest. It's where I tried ending, where I found anew, Love and life, hope and beauty. Looking...
A Memorable View - medium poem
Somewhere beyond the scenery. written by: fane star
August 5: Apples, Mixers, and Photos
To lift his spirits up, i made another promise to help him look for scenery when i have the time. that aside i had to fulfill my first promise: treating him to shaved ice at the candy store.
True to Form: Part Twelve
Occasionally, a squirrel scampered across the scenery. a soft, fragrant wind rustled the leaves above and the thick grass below. "you like?"
Bad News
The rush of the cool winter breeze passed our bodies as the scenery changes from a small town city to a mountain scenery.