6CH O-tu Bezhun

6CH 2018-06-21 O-tu Bezhun

1 Dwindling Sparks, 2 The Wild Boyfriend, 3 Shadow of Slaves, 4 The Pirate’s Gift, 5 The Game of the Tears, 6 Snow in the Eye....

1. Dwindling Sparks
The day is dark and by fire the sun sets across horizon that stares will see the black circle crawl into the earth from the blood sky, night becomes stars and in mix of fog and smoke the stars flicker, painted in mist and ashes for war the young young enter the city, eyes in the night they wait till each fire is embers and remove the lights of soldiers, the city is dark, the sound of pouring liquids into the dirt.

2. The Wild Prince
A knife falls on stone at the edge of the city, and the prince awakens with dread as alarm, he knows every turn in darkness and slays the attackers as they meet, he speaks to his men and tells them to secure the walls and work their way in, he fights many and is forced to retreat, into the secret hallways of where he was born, the centurions secure the wall by ending the invasion’s escape method and reinforcements, soldiers with torches work toward the city center, reinforced by numbers gathering from the walls, the black prince fights an equal, the red prince from beyond the wall,

3. Shadow of Slaves
The soldiers gather and the torch light warms the air and casts echoing shadows on the floor, the red prince accuses him of weakness for not seeking a war with the red, and of laziness for not farming with the farmers, the black prince lists the battles he’s fought defending the farms from him, “i’ve never heard of you until you began poaching liives, why would I strike at the night shadow?” - the red soldiers attack to save their leader, but are stopped as the princes fight again, the prince disarms the invader by wounding him, and offers to fight him hand to hand, or he may kneel and be executed, they choose gladly fight, their words are equal, their skills are not as the dark prince toys with him to get him to speak, but also ends him quickly.

4. The Pirate’s Gift
The prince looks at his enemies, markings all similar except for the invader prince’s tattoos has one different, he takes the invader’s sword, spending the end of the night looking thru the old books for pictures, the invader’s tattoo he guesses is a rank, and that symbol a type of pirate, but the sword has symbols of distinction only found in one book, of the old evils

5. The Game of the Tears
The prince makes amends spiritually by burying his dead, and farming with his people, a remorse matched by his regrets, only to be confronted by invaders in daylight, with an orange hostage, they make the hostage cry, they make the prince cry as he begs for peace and meeting of their leader, they set the hostage on brandy fire, the hostage tears sparkle with magic, the summer farmland grows cold as winter, a demon speaks from the body of the hostage-unburned, perhaps someone the prince knew, “you’ve taken my pet, you are the warden of a crippled age, this macabre prehistory and the demons that could be, awake in you” - prince “you stay for your death”

6. Snow in the Eye
“I welcome death in all forms,” calmly - their battle is set, “we share a heart, now we share a loss.” the demon waves hand and a viewer is frozen by leg and falls, the ground making them solid, the prince cannot wait for survival and attacks, the battle begins, the demon blocks sword with arm, and pummels the prince tossing him with battery, so the prince swings harder, but the demon is so frozen that the sword only pierces the skin of the demon in human host, with this seen and dissuasive the prince finds benefit in turning momentum against the demon, the demon does not wildly swing-about, for cold winter is slow and deadly, and magic breath of winter snow blinds the prince, a move apart, behind cart the prince finds axe, the confidence cuts the ice breath, and the axe cuts hard deeper, the prince spins about-himself on a foot and lands whole axehead into leg, the demon cripples to almost a kneel, with the prince’s own foot for leverage pries the axe away and spins again with a scream, the demon blocks the full-sped axe in air at his chest, losing the icy fingers on that hand, the demon howls as ice shatters, the prince thrown into the cart, now a hand-axe he climbs into the demon’s arms and hacks into face and throat and chest, the last to find a heart of glowing blue diamond, both are screaming, soldiers returning with torches and oil-soaked arrows, the prince chops the heart and hurts his hands it cannot be cleft, so he pulls the heart out with his hands, it is ice too cold to touch and throws the heart into the distance, the winter falls like a single blanket of rain

The soldiers check black prince and cheer victory, they burn the demon on the spot, the ice heart gives a single beat and becomes dark, obsidian/coal, the fire stops, the blue moon rises, the eyes glow again

/stop

Cryomancer
or,
The Demon
O-tu Bezhun (Cold Eye)













~ mjbanks

Plagiarized Existence

  Never
The sun owes me light
When my eyes are closed
  Never
I will rot among thirsty weeds
As the shadows wait for leaves
By trees shorter than flowers
Because of bitter pollen
And the words of birdsong
  Never
A blade of grass misses its roots
And curses the ocean for hiding the deep
A lost forget with many found remembers
  Never
Bones of unborn children
Spies of cemetery kings
My heart beats for new worlds
Where everyone belongs
A plant turns to seed
Not the other way around
  Never
So many pockets and nothing else
To hold resistance like a swirl
And drains around a rock
Where a farm should be
  Never
Did I just worry about the storm
Only soon to believe in rumors
Becoming monsters as assumed
When you want ancient aggression
From the empty tomb exhumed
  Never

Wordshifter

// intro 

 

Vampires and demons are not always the same thing and so 'Merlin' breaking writers block is coming together, but then this happened. 

I've taken a randomly generated story, a snippet, and changed the verbs as much as possible to prove that the bard is a requirement for linguists, but the future is probably a conlang with remnants of the big five. Boredom is a real. A few months ago I thought the past-tense of stare should be "storn," and a flashback triggered this. Enjoy?

(link to original snippet https://www.plot-generator.org.uk/2q4hnext/energetic-li-tov.html)

// begin computer generated blurb //

Energetic Li Tov

A Short Story
by mjbanks


Li Tov thunked about Ste Hu again. Ste wuz a thoughtless friend with wobbly eyelashes and charming abs.

Li walker to the window and refloke on her quiet surroundings. She had always loav magical Vulcan Homeworld with its early, empty estuaries. It was a place that encuroged her tendency to felted calm.

Then she sead something in the distance, or rather someone. It wuz the a thoughtless figure of Ste Hu.

Li golpe. She gloence at her own reflection. She wuz an energetic, down to earth, tea drinkster with short eyelashes and pointy abs. Her friends sead her as a vivacious, villainous volcano. Once, she haved even holp a worried chicken cris the road.

But not even an energetic person who haved once holp a worried chicken cris the road, was prepore for what Ste haved in stown today.

The clouds donce like bopping snakes, madeing Li healthy. Li grobe a silver knife that has beed strone nearby; she masoge it with her fingers.

As Li stope outside and Ste come closer, she coulded sead the fuzzy glint in his eye.

"I are here because wanti some more Twitter followers," Ste bellove, in a snotty tone. He slome his fist against Li's chest, with the force of 705 owls. "I frigging heart emoji you, Li Tov."

Li loke back, even more healthy and still fingos the silver knife. "Ste, I don't gets the money," she reploned.

They lokesed at each other with shocked feelings, like two dead, damaged dogs cooking at a very selfish accident, which haved orchestral music ployen in the background and two creepy uncles hopping to the beat.

Li regoured Ste's wobbly eyelashes and charming abs. She helt out her hand. "Let's not trigger," she whospe, gently.

"Hmph," pondourn Ste.

"Please?" boge Li with puppy dog eyes.

Ste loke surprised, his body blushing like a bulbous, bloody book.

Then Ste kim inside for a nice cup of tea.

THE END

// end computer generated blurb //

// outro 

That was really good, it had multiple layers while the one character's timeline makes you think she's vulnerable she's matured and backboned, but as the other is plotting and ulterior in nature, so much that it makes me think that one of them if not both are codependent in points of tension like the passage, but grounded in reality and direction while not being domineering if they are soulmates, if the story were to progress into a novella of ruffian refinement or even just a larger setting of love in the modern age. Do you know what I mean? 

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