Descending daylight,Sky splashed in vibrant colors,Like firework displays. The birds grow silent,Cicadas take up the song,I don't know the words. The smell of dinner,Somewhere in the far distance,Children are called home. A flutter of cards,The raw rush of excitement,Somebody chuckles. Grass retains some warmth,Remembering the sunlight,Eagerly waiting. Light nestles in night,It's time to go back … Continue reading An ending of a day
Author: Masa
Nothing of particular interest.
Amateur Novelist, Poet, and Semi-retired Traveler.
A Warrior Retired
Father was very old when I was still very young. Although older than the withered village elder, he was still stout and made up of hard angles as though chiseled by stone - but like stone, he was often inert. And so it fell to my eldest siblings to stir him from his bed, to … Continue reading A Warrior Retired
Case no.11088, Evidence: Documents
Document A, A6 paper, resembling a leaflet: Congratulations on becoming eligible for the rank of Illuminate! This is a momentous occasion for not only you, but for all members of the Order of Luminaries, as you have made yet another step towards the inner circle of knowledge, and continue to move away from the darkness … Continue reading Case no.11088, Evidence: Documents
A Stygian Voyage
There is a nightmare that often haunts me, About a river oozing out to sea, Trapped on a raft without even an oar, Drifting endlessly beyond sight of shore. Sometimes in the distance I'd hear a cry, And brave the river for a chance ally,Swallowing fear, I abandon my raft,To clamor aboard a similar craft, … Continue reading A Stygian Voyage
A Moment Between the Lines
I paused mid-sentence. I was struggling with a word. When a suitable word failed to manifest, a wave of dissatisfaction washed over me. How could a single word cause me such trouble - toss me down into a maelstrom of my own cognizance? When did the transmission between mind and paper become such a hurdle … Continue reading A Moment Between the Lines
The rain in the midlands
Piercing through the fog, My senses slowly return, To the sound of rain. Eagerly waiting, Behind cloudy horizons, There is a warm sun. Rain falls like curtains, Denoting end of the play, Yet I cry, "Encore!" Road becomes muddy, Though my sandals are ruined, Flowers are happy. Exhaustion sets in, The bench is damp, as … Continue reading The rain in the midlands
Stjarna Trek
The rain was coming down in heavy, icy sheets by the time they found the cabin. It might have been a blessing that the four were already chilled to the bone, as the downpour didn't feel quite so cutting - though their pride prevented anyone from overtly complaining about the total uselessness of the layers … Continue reading Stjarna Trek
Along an Unburdened Sea
Even the faint touch a foreign breeze,Brings forth memories,Of your softly whispered voice with such ease ,With such clarity,That it feels like a terrible disease,From which, I eagerly search for release. To forget your place in my troubled heart,I've traveled so far,Though your presence gave me the gift of art,You, my guiding star,Have ruined me … Continue reading Along an Unburdened Sea
A Determined Soul
The knight crumpled into a heap against the wall, his deeply-dented armor scraping loudly against the slick, poorly hewn stones as he slid down to the floor. He should have barricaded the door, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his visor, much less pile debris against a rotting door. He sighed, coughed, … Continue reading A Determined Soul
Pretty Horrible Predicament
Prompt: "What about something lighter?" from B-. The man was in the midst of a fit, And was lacking the wit to admit, That formatting was tough, "Wait, where is all my stuff!? Screw it, I'm just going to post this shit."
Discarded Recollections 