The Bridge at Sutter's End by DragonSneeze, literature
Literature
The Bridge at Sutter's End
At Sutter's End lit by pale moon's light
The Horseman's Bridge sits still
And if ye dare to cross at night
You tempt your blood to spill
The shadows play, your heart it aches
All is silent, no sound
Except the creaking steps you take
And the wind that sounds like hounds
You're halfway there, good show my friend
The journey's close at hand
Until a light shines at the tunnel's end
A jack o' lantern, a horse, a man...
His clothes are black like void and coal
His stallion's eyes glow red
Such a frighting laugh to be told
From a man without a head
He charges fast, you turn with dread
You need to make it to the end
But it is too late to keep yo
Oh my Chicago.
How windy, how sweet.
And the girls who live there,
Who I'd love to meet.
From Millennium Park,
To the Hancock Tower
Oh Chicago, Oh Chicago.
I'm forever in your power.
Death Among the Dragons by DragonSneeze, literature
Literature
Death Among the Dragons
A strong fetid odor wafted into Detective R. F. Riftlon's nostrils. A flash went off as a photo was taken. Toby Jakeim, crime scene photographer, adjusted his glasses while his camera whirr-snapped to another frame. The subject, unfortunately, was a middle-aged male lying in the middle of the study of Madame Kilx's Hillfire estate, dead by poisoning. The body was warm, which pinpointed his death to at most 3 hours before present time. His discolored tongue snaked out of his gaping maw and rested on the floor. As another picture was taken, Riftlon took a puff on his arsenic cigarette and a sip of his phosphene.
"Hey, Toby," he asked, "You'v
The lightsaber cut through the air in a flurry of motion. Tec doubled back and burst forward with two cross slashes quickly followed by a slanted down curve. It was a variation of a yarta ko technique that was commonly taught to children of his species near their coming of age. He was a Qualm, a reptilian species with a large build, long snout, horns, red scales, and vegetal wings. When young Qualm children neared maturity, they were charged with the task of carving out their own sword out of kasa wood, which was stronger that most metals, and learn yarta ko in order to defend against predators common on his planet. But he was different, he w
Serra's Blessing
The sun seared the freshly plowed land. A crow sat on a tree branch priming its feathers. A long groove was being carved in the dry soil. Sunlight glinted off the instrument of the segregation. Dust particles flew up from upturned stones and pebbles and drew to the sticky blood just above. Gashed, scratched, and unburnished metal roughly connected to a steel hilt, which in turn was loosely held by a gauntleted hand. Armored feet beat heavy footsteps into the ground, amidst drops of sweat and blood.
Must not stop. Must keep going.
Galen slowly came to a stop. His breathing was heavy and his brow was smeared with blood
Mooshu's Journey:Lizard Saga by DragonSneeze, literature
Literature
Mooshu's Journey:Lizard Saga
Mooshu looked out at the distant mountains. A cold wind blew down and ruffled her bangs. She sighed. Finally she was to strike out on her own. She had heard about the World Martial Arts Tournament on the radio. A woman had never won it, but she was determined to change that. All it would take is her skill. She took her first step.
But my good looks wont hurt either. she thought.
18 Years Before
Dr. Liku ran toward the site of the explosion. "Oooh, I love meteorite craters!" he thought as he hopped over a small boulder in his way. He turned around the corner and saw the large smoking hole that was the sign of a crashed piece of space rock
Mooshu looked around the locker room. It was a disarray of clothes and bags. Various rubs, powders, and wraps covered the ground. What does this have to do with fighting? Mooshu asked herself.
"Hey" said a girl behind her. Mooshu turned to see a young woman standing there. She wore a black eye patch over her left eye that perfectly matched her jet-black hair. She had long baggy pants done up at her black boots. Chains hang from her waist.
"So you fightin' too eh?" she said as she placed one hand on her opposite bicep. "Be careful, there are a lot of people here who think that ladies our size shouldn't be fighting. And they be right abou