of Stardust and the Beasts
Poetry, prose, stories, and other creative writing experiments.
Six Sentence Story #21 | Prompt Word: STEAM
Another week has gone by and yet again it is time for a new Six-Sentence Story. This week has been very busy, but I can already say that I did pass math... compared to my first test with 9/40 points, I scored 24/30, and the gap between the two was exactly two months. I have never in my life had a math test go as well as this last one did, and honestly, I am very happy to have even passed the course, especially since I sacrificed programming once again because I never want to see that first math test ever again. Musically, I have been listening to various things as always, but my “On Repeat” section first five songs are currently populated by SKYND and Dir en grey, which is strange because I actually listened to a lot of different artists this week. As always, the blog-hop is hosted by...
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Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #1 | the Beginning
The original poetry collected here was written and reshaped from my old work a few years ago. I wanted to see how much my writing style had changed after years of not writing. This is also why I wanted to add some new poetry to the original pieces that would perhaps prove to me, that I still have the capacity to write from imagination and be playful. There were 20 poems in this collection originally... (Authors Note) the Beginning In the dim flickering light Of the oil lamp on my bedside table I am Drunken on wine, Thoughts about him Which intoxicates me more I can not tell But I grip onto a quill, As if Writing poetry about him Was my only saviour Poetry on the Margins #1 What am I even...
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Short Story | Master of Escapism
I used to believe in something, like stars being the souls of the lost—my father being one of them. I also used to read fairy tales over and over again. I believed that I would spend an eternity loving the same boy I fell for when I was nothing but a child. I had my whole life written in fantasy and laid out in front of me. On some days, I fought dragons; on other days, I cradled the scorching sun in my arms and called it a lover.
Six Sentence Story #7 | Prompt Word: LABYRINTH
At night, when Ember lies down in her bed and listens to the rain softly running down her skylights she travels the worlds unknown to men.
Tonight was no exception; she was running in a maze to find her prince, a man she hardly knew but a face he had.
Short Story | Lady In-Between
How many times in my life have I felt completely overwhelmed by the tide of emotions and the ensuing silence of a depression that could incapacitate even the strongest of men? Some say it is the natural flow of life. “There is beauty in the ups and downs” —but I feel as if I am in the sea, desperately keeping myself afloat.
Only to be engulfed by the tide behind.
Six Sentence Story #6 | Prompt Word: STRIKE
Ellie found it easier to cope with the world by slowly removing herself from it, she had a superpower of cooking up wonderlands in her head and falling in love with strangers as she built them into magical characters in her stories and poems.
As the reality seemed to shun her out and strike her with a pike into her heart she fell in love with words, as if the blood dripping from the end of it was a pitch-black tint tainting her poetry with pain and sorrow as she crafted her words into bullets that could make a grown man shed a tear.
Six Sentence Story #5 | Prompt Word: ERUPTION
Evan didn’t know how long he had been lying there with his arms crossed on his chest and the sandalwood incense burning his nostrils, to him it seemed as if the flow of time had slowed down or didn’t exist altogether and even if he could hear the clanging of what appeared to be dishes in the next room – he hadn’t moved much since he lost his sight and the seer had led him to a bed.