One of my intentions for this year has been to get back into a writing habit. How's that been going? Mixed. I've been doing some writing. I've developed a bad habit of justifying RPG related stuff as writing. Although, in fairness to myself, it kind of is. I've read so many more RPGs than I've played, and I don't read anything I don't enjoy. So good writing belongs in RPGs. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, we're not aiming for good. We're just aiming for writing, whatever writing is. So I wanted to bite the bullet with this post. Sit down, write something, post it. So here it is.
-Till next time!
Black Sands
You wake upon a dark shore.
Pale fires light the sky.
The lake is flat calm
The surface swirls iridescent.
A tuneless song hums from
A tiny tent, wax canvas
A fishing rod rests on
A bone tripod
The angler asks
What brought you here
You think
but
can’t
remember.
They laugh as they tell you
That the palace lies over the hills
Beyond this beach you see
The high and rocky round-topped hills.
The screech
Of a terrible bird
Echoes unseen across the lake.
You’d best be on your way.
But, of course, you still have questions.
What do you do?
No comments:
Post a Comment