Dust on a Dusty road..

The strongest's right. The moon rose up to illuminate the trees, Little did the small birds know. That they were about to be killed, by just one killing blow. When the moon was on the peak of its course on the cloudless sky. The birds were all dead, but had got no time to dread, or not even to wonder why. But why would someone want to kill, some birds that had done nothing wrong. The wrongdoer must be weird? Or maybe even feared? Perhaps seen in a human throng? The wrongdoer was not weird and never feared, but in his eyes his actions were his right. The strongest's right was what he callled it, he would have the king to be the best to fight. The inventer of this, discussed little thing, called the strongest's right. He was not even large, not close to strong and far from what is called bright. But one thing he did, though stupid it was, he invented "the strongest's right". So watch your mouth then, and lock all your doors, and seal your windows tight. Noone wi...

I realize that the spaces of time between my posts has been increasing lately and I'm going to put this straight.. I like blogging, I won't stop if i can help it, at least not for a while, but somehow the free time needed for blogging has eluded me. Either I've been to tired or to busy or to sick to get myself to sit down in front of my computer and concentrate on writing a post. I've noticed another upside to keeping my blog alive, even when I don't bother putting any effort into an english assignment I never get grades worse than B+ so needless to say I am quite satisfied by that. And now (*insert "To the moment you've all been waiting for" in a 'TV voice' here*) "The 'Retired' Assasin Part 5" Will unfold below. The so called "Beast" vas sitting at a small wooden table in a large tent, the fire in the middle of it was burning low, and because of the retreating darkness it was easy to tell that it was nearing dawn. ...

The sun went down And sat a golden crown Upon the mountains in the west. The jagged spires, Looked like fires, Upon the mountains in the west. The creatures saw, And gaped in awe, Upon the mountains in the west. The free man saw, And noticed a flaw, Upon the mountains in the west. As snow did melt, The sun was felt, Upon the mountains in the west. The water found a way, To avoid the mountain stay, Upon the mountains in the west. As the water rushed down, To escape the golden crown, The mountains they fell, Almost creating hell, Oh yes they fell, They crashed down I can tell. The mountains in the west.

Poetic Tuesday: "Rules": Be poetic, your poem does not have to rhyme or have any rythm as long as you judge it to be a poem. (link to banner image below the text.) Poetic tuesday is meant as an effort to help people discover just how creative they can be, and just how talented they are at writing poetry. Of course we have our own banner to go with it ^^ Link to banner. Now Be poetic and creative.. Sincerely, Ragnar.

This is Part four of the story I have chosen to temporarily call "The 'Retired' Assasin", ultimately that will be the name of the first chapter, but until I find another title for the story, it will remain named "The 'Retired' assasin". "The 'retired' assasin" Part 1 link. "The 'retired' assasin" Part 2 link. "The 'retired' assasin" Part 3 link. At this time the so called "Beast" was ravaging large parts of Rolega, one of the "Civilized States", it was rumoured that this was one of the huge barbarians that were living north of the border, and given the fact that Rolega was indeed the Civilized state placed north of all the others, that he drank blood and dressed in skin from the creatures he slay, be it man or bear or wolf. The facts in this matter was of course incredibly different from what the rumours would have told as true, and as the "Beast " progressed further ...

For those who have turned reading my blog into a daily or semi-daily/weekly habit, it may seem that I have deliberately eluded posting anything to my blog due to not being interested in it at all. This however is not the case, I have been away from "cyber space" because I was visiting some relatives that does not have a computer with internet connection, so I have simply been unable to post something or fix anything on my blog. But even before I left, a lot of time passed betweend the posting of each post , due to my striving to make my blog better. Sadly I have to say that this was a bucketful of wasted effort as I used my time to think of a new slogan or background or minor details about my blog's design instead of filling up my blog with content. As it is I'm planning to post at least another part of "the 'retired' assasin" series and fix the contents of the the first three parts of it. Sincerely, The president of the UPD (United Posts of Dust ...