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Link to a short fanfiction I wrote for one of my friends on DeviantArt and Facebook. It stars three of her DA original characters.

Barren Landscape

Locked in
Blinded by light
Twirling around
And around
Searching for the door
But all I find
Are walls
Closing in fast

I hear a voice
Calling me over
With my bare hands
I begin to scratch
Pound
Beat down the walls

A sliver of freedom
A glimpse
Of the outside world
Appears at eye level

I peek through
Hope swelling
Heavy in my chest
But all I see
Is a single sword
Standing tall
In a barren landscape

I stop
Cradle my bleeding hands
Sit
And wait
Hope shattered but not dead

DominictheStampede I think that there are maybe not only alternate universes or parallel universe outside of our universe like in your storie. Maybe a invented story or poem is also an own parallel universe in your brain.

Superboyian I was remembered in your poem that I also often try to forget my (smaller or bigger) mistakes in the past, but I think if you are trying to forget something than you can't forget it.


Now here is the third part of my storie.
Like in the other parts I had the problem that I'm not a native english speaker.
Please ignore or correct my mistakes. (I hope my English is getting better)

Part three:

Vandalend walked on the crowded streets to a cheap inn. The inn had the name: “the fat sheep”.
The meal was cheap and it tasted good. Oldeneor had a stable supply situation with food. That was not normal for these years. In the civil wars many farms were burned down, so food got too expensive for poor people.
But around the nearer area of Oldeneor, there were not many wars in the past.
After the great war, the first Archarch of the house of Appalir established his realm. Then there was a war against the expansionist organization of the iron blades and some years ago Pojila conquered the area.
Other areas were plundered in much more wars in the last two decades.

After the meal Vandalend walked to the fortress. Two lazy guards where at the gate of the ugly complex. Then there was a passage to a lively courtyard. Some soldiers have been trained here. Also there were stables for the horses of the black riders and other cavalry. In the big building complex were many garrisons and warehouses. But in one part of the main building where some rooms for the administration.
The fortress was once built for the protection of this area after the sea peoples conquered this area and suppressed the Linorians. Later it was expanded because it was at a perfect place to support the passfortress and wars on the other side of the mountains. The rooms of the administration where full with desks and papers. It was a hard work to manage the fortress.

Nablascha who leaded this office noticed that Vandalend arrived.
He said: “Hello, you are lucky. You got a high security task. That is very good for your career. I'm jealous of you.
Vandalend answered: “It is nothing special. Every few days, I had to come and write down some things. I’m only writing down some secrets. Nothing dangerous. But now we should calculate the supply of the fortress for the next months.
Now I have to do two tasks at the same time. Arrived the iron from the dwarves of Gloren?”
A difficult second half of the day began.

Now back to the palace.
Pojila finished his meal. He ate only some bread with meat, salad and water. He dislikes luxurious food.
Because of that, that this day was a day with much work, he ate in his working room. On his desk were also several orders and texts from his spies. Also he wrote some orders to recruit new troops at the fortress and to send some light infantry to the border to Welror. It was a lot of work. But a much more important meeting was before him.
His four most important advisers enter through the main entrance to his working room. Ludwarer, his advisor for economy, farming and inner security was the first. He was older than the other advisers and had grey hair. He had a great knowledge at his topics bu he was incompetent with military and foreign policy.
Than Darasnemra came into the room. He was at the same age as Pojila and fought with him in many battles. He had many scars and wore a black armor like the officers of the black riders.
The third person was Jatuma, he was the strangest and the most mysterious of Pojilas advisors. He was not young and not old. He wear a strange armor made of leather but better than every metal. He had a strange sword. On this sword were a lot of letters in unknown languages. His hair was light and he didn't have many similarities with any known race. He had only one duty, to protect Pojila and execute special secret missions. He was mostly silent and inconspicuous.

But the last person was Interparla. He was very old and more intelligent than the other persons in the room because he learned from several philosophers. He carried some papers and wore a blue and gray striped mantle like the philosophers of the sea peoples. His duty was the foreign policy. He prepared the following meeting and started the conversation: “The three diplomats from Entiladon are waiting in some secret rooms in the palace. It is very impolite to let them wait. But we should prepare the discussion with them.”

Pojila spoke: “Yes, I think we know what they want. The main concern of the first king of Entiladon, Silrond is to prevent any danger for the next generations of his realm. He knows that a united sea peoples realm would be dangerous. And Entiladon is rebuilt and for the first time in history, a leader of Entiladon has the title of a king, so he has a powerful position.”
Ludwarer spoke: “Yes this is right, but what could Entiladon do against us? The passfortress is safe and nobody could ever conqueror the pass. Also what is the problem about a new united realm? Our Army is ready. A united realm would cause a new growth of trade and prosperity. We could also try to trade with Entiladon?”
But Darasnemra shakes his head: “Yes, we are all dreaming about a reunification. Maybe Silrond knows that we don’t want a second war with them, but he think about the future. What would be if we had a new leader, a powerful economy and a well equipped army? So he wants to prevent a reunification.”
Interparla added: “Maybe he would try to attack the passfortres if we start a war against Algonar and Muldur. Then we had to separate our troops. We have to reassure his diplomats and we should prevent diplomatic contacts between him and Algonar and Muldur.”
Darasanemra added: “And there are many refugees in this two Archarchenrealms. The former Archarchs of our realm want their realms back.”

Pojila stopped the discussion: “I think they should not have to wait longer. We should go now in the secret meeting room.”
They leave the room by the door at the backside. There was a short and small corridor with three doors and without any windows. Behind one door where the private rooms of Pojila and behind one of the other two doors and some stairs were the secret rooms of the palace.

They opened the second door. There was also a simple corridor with several doors, also without any windows.
They entered a door made of black wood. The room behind them was a little bit bigger than Pojilas working room.
There were several chairs at the walls. At one side of the room were the flag of Pojila, and the flags of his conquered realms.
Also five guards were there. Pojila and his advisors where talking and preparing the meeting.
After five Minutes a servant opened the door.

Three persons entered. They were the diplomats from Entiladon. The first person was an very old man with white hair. He leaded the group. The tree Tariot wore mantles in red and blue, the two colors of the city of Entiladon. On their heads were brown hats and on every hat was a pigeon feather. This was originally a Jardenian symbol for diplomats and neutrals.
The tree diplomats stopped before Pojila and the first man started to speak: “We were sent by the king Silrond from Entiladon to speak with Pojila, the most powerful person at the west of the mountains. My name is Saxensan”
This was not really a polite beginning. Because they said that they thought that Silrond was much more powerful than Pojila. But Pojila didn’t respond offended. He answered: “I want to hear to you. I want to excuse that there isn’t any reception for you, but it is also better for your king if our meeting is secret. And many persons in my capital would lynch you, if you would try to walk on the streets.”

Saxensan answered: “We know that. This isn’t a problem.”
Interparla began: “We shouldn’t waste our time with unimportant things. What is your mission, what should you say to Pojila Saxensan?”
Saxensan answered: “Our king is interested in an stabile peace with Pojila. But Silrond will once again make it clear that Entiladon couldn’t accept a new war in Avalia, between you Pojila and the other Archarchs. The actual situation is the best for both sides.”

Pojila answered: “Yes, we also want to have peace. We want to have peace because we need time to rebuilt all the destructed things from the civil wars. So I and Silrond have nearly the same interests.”
But one of the diplomats interrupted:”It sounds like there would be no problems. But we have the information that you are recruiting new troops. You are the commander of the biggest army of this side of the mountains. If there is an army, there is a reason. We can’t be sure that you are peaceful. You could reunite the lands of Avalia and starting a new war.”
Pojila was getting angry. It was clear that there were some spies from Entiladon at important positions.

Saxensan was happy. He noticed that Pojila was getting nervous. But then Darasanemra spoke: “We need troops to defend our borders. We need them really, even without any plans for big conquests. And also Entiladon hasn’t the right to influence the politics and wars in Avalia, Avalia is the land for the sea peoples. Your king should accept this.” Darasenemra spoke to aggressive thought Interparla. Yes everything was right what he said, but Interparla thought that it would be better to reassure the diplomats. In the room was silence.

But before Interparla could spoke Saxensan spoke again: “You want to reassure us, Pojila. But we don’t want to be reassured. We can’t trust you. You said some years ago that you might not want to start new wars, but that was not definitely clear. Please summarize a final decision. Say that you don’t make any wars in the future. Even wars to reunify your peoples.”
Pojila thought and then he spoke: “Yes, it is a high price to say definitely no to wars, but peace with Entiladon is much more important. I’m forced to agree. Even if I do not want to decide definitely and finally. I don’t want any wars anymore. Say to your king that I know the consequences of a new war for a reunification. Most of the wars destroy much and bring little or no benefit.”

But then Ludwarer spoke quickly and tried to change Pojilas opinion: “Does not rule out a possibility. Don’t definitely agree. We are in a good position. You need much more time to decide. Think about the consequences.”
But Pojila wasn’t impressed : “I have decided. I accept to a definitely waiver of wars. ”
Saxensan spoke for the last time: “So we want to give your decision to Silrond.”
Then they were negotiating some details and some other intergovernmental issues.
After one hour Saxensan and his two followers leaved the room.

Then there were some minutes of silence. But after some time Pojila spoke: “We have still one chance to reunite our peoples. We should use diplomacy. It sounds difficult but it is possible.”
So ended the meeting.

Broken Hearted

Sometimes I wished that relationships weren’t hard,
What feels even harder is being apart; I just wished it was so easy,
She says that she loves you; all she did was fail you,
I’m always saying I’m sorry but even that seems to fail me,
My heart has shattered to pieces; my heart has burned to ashes,
My heart is un-repairable; my heart is blown away,
I just want to cry but my tears just won’t flow down,
The joy that was there has turned into misery,

If she knew the lord, we wouldn’t have been this way,
If she knew the love, my heart would still be there,
If she knew the way, she wouldn’t have put me away,
If she knew the feeling, the heartbreak would never happen,

In my room alone; I’m just crying deep inside,
The pain, suffering and the tears; it shows on the outside,
Then a man in white, who suddenly appeared,
When I tried to get close, he just disappeared,
I began to cry, cry and cry; feeling like I’m dead inside,
A new heart began to appear; this new heart made a life inside,
The guy in white again reappeared; I had repented and give him my life,
He showed me his hand and it showed a scar; He is the Christ that brought me to life,

I have the lord, who has made a new way,
I have the lord, who has gave me a new heart,
I have the lord, who has not gave me away,
I have the lord, who has fixed me a new heart,

But I was still missing my other half; when it will happen and when will she come,
My sovereign lord has said to me; “your time has not come but she will come soon,
I have better plans for you for you are my son,
Come follow me for I will show you the way”,
Thirty years later I have found my other half,
When it was time, we both became one,
I no longer run feeling broken hearted,
But I walk in the light, with my love and my saviour,

When the time has come for my other half to come home,
I felt my heart crack as she made her way home,
The lord gave me comfort and has fixed my heart whole,
If he weren’t there, that crack would make a big hole,
At least on the brightside, I know that she is home safe,
But when my time comes, I will be there with my lord,
No more broken hearts, no more crying tears,
No more trials, no more tribulations.

I Don't Want This


Screaming in my head
Rage unchecked
The urge to scratch
Skittering across the room

Piercing stare
A soul bared
Wild abandon
Before a retreat
Solitude that defines
Causes decay

An empty bottle
Half full pack
Smoke clouding the world
Deep in thought

An itching need
Twitching
Pacing
Paranoia
Controling thought and action

Keep it all hidden
Noone must see
Noone must know

Familiar desire
To run
Change the scenery
Shake up my view

Superboyian I think Broken Hearted is my favourite of your poems because of how hopeful it is. I liked the repetition of "I have the lord" I thought Wake Up was a good poem also, it's quite inspiring.

Aelfwine I really like the descriptions of the characters in the third part of your story. I'm glad that there seems to have been a peace brokered!

TeaEarlGreyHot I loved the lines "Hope swelling/Heavy in my chest" and "Hope shattered but not dead" in Barren Landscape, I think they are really powerful. I also liked "skittering across the room" in I Don't Want This because I think it's a good phrase and "twitching/pacing/paranoia" really makes you feel the tension inside the narrator of the poem.

BrandonSP your story was brilliant! It had great description, tension and characters who were easy to identify with.

Here's a piece of fanfiction set in H.P. Lovecraft's world. Please tell me what you think.

http://domsaverem.deviantart.com/#/d4yxvmj

Hope
The double edged sword
The blade one thrusts
Straight into the heart
With a pleading look
And a tear spilled

Opening excerpt from my latest story, Bride of Perseus, which stars the mythical Ethiopian princess Andromeda and the Greek demigod Perseus.

I should post part 4 of my story, but it isn't finished.

Updated the first chapter of my Bride of Perseus story:

A recent poem of mine that is my first real attempt at a dramatic monologue. If anyone has reactions I would be interested to hear them.

Neptune’s Daughter
Summers were when I saw you often and alone.
For long you feared to enter me, and would walk beside me only,
Always with an emptiness in the heart of your smile,
Some knot in you that would not yield to my teasing.
And long I wooed you,
Calling you back and back from your high towers
To see the gleam of me under the sun and the moon,
The golden sand suspended on my curving silhouette.
You knew me in laughter and in quiet repose
According to your need, not mine.
I let my native power fall away and haunt the depths to which you would not reach,
So that you might find me fair, and clear as glass.
I sang to you of my warmth, and how I might caress you,
How you could slip within me and feel me fit your every crook
As if made in your mold, for your vessel.
Yet still you sighed and looked from me,
Still you heard the other song, that echoed by night from your stony chambers,
Of the height of your imposing towers, and how
They rested not to feel the moon on them, but climbed and reached to meet it.

Finally you came, in a summer twilight, quiet as was your way,
Though I always perceived you—
Came near against the edge of me and felt me moving there,
And let me take you.
You were naked, and the sun’s last rays
Glinted from my belly and your shoulder as I bore you
Through the rippling valleys and steep white peaks of love,
And laid you soft upon its other shore.
Then I sang, from my own heart, and joy burst hot and careless from within.
When morning rose, I thought you slept, and laid myself beside you:
I exhaled, and flung out my opalescent body on the sand.

Now I fear that I am scorned.
I think you do not care anymore for the play of the light on my soft strands.
While I slept in the sun,
You slipped from me and went away without a sound,
Beyond where I may follow.
Now I think you have gone back to your tall towers, and will not look on me again.
Tell me how I wronged you,
For I meant always to take the greatest care.
When you came to me, I never would let any tooth graze your smallest toe,
Or any passions of mine disturb your troubled reveries.
I was content to hold you.
If my embrace was too strong, I would have loosed you,
Knowing you were never mine to keep.

But look now:
My gentleness is spent, wasted and dead.
I churn and boil with the fury of my grief.
Madly I whip myself and howl so that even the sun fears to fall on me,
And if you would only look, you would wonder,
Although it is your doing, how one who loved you once could be so changed,
Her soft shapes torn to jagged, lancing tongues.
You did not know what force I held from you;
Still less, that I had the force to hold it, and so well. Look!
My wrath has rent my walls of stone
As I would rend yours, you keepers of towers, if you were not too much in fear
To place them in my grasp!--
And I have gnawed the witless men who dare trespass upon me,
And spewed their bleaching bones before your door,
But still you do not darken it.
Among your great shouldered pillars you do not hear me anymore.
You will not come forth even to taste the salt of my tears.

But come, love.
You have known me when I was not as I am.
There is nothing in me for you, of all, to fear.
Tell me how I have wronged you, or berate me as you want,
Only walk beside me as you did,
And I will make my face fair and clear again.
I will not sing when you yearn for silence,
And if I yearn, myself, to feel you in me once more,
My voice will never speak it.
I will leave your knot undone.
Only sit with me, sit still with me one night,
And let the soft moon shine on both as one,
Or leave me, barren, to swallow my tears alone.
It is as you will.

Quick question: Can you post songs you've written here? Even if you don't have any way to show the tune to go with them?