As ye know tha Captain be very busy with 'is school work, but we don't want t' leave ye without entertainment. So I'll be takin' over and postin' tha work that we've decided not t' use as official releases fer one reason o' another.
This piece fer instance be a six-word story which we would NEVER release under normal circumstances. Reason bein' they're waaaay too easy t' do. In fact this piece was a joke that we made at one point, since many people who write six word stories tend t' 'ave this pretense o' bein' deep and meanin'ful.
For those o' us at Word of Chen (i say us but there's only two o' us) we think that, it's better t' use more words in order t' properly create a good atmosphere fer a moment.
Hopefully ye enjoyed this and if ye want, check out some o' tha Captain's official work;
The Avatar State
The Avatar State:
Just as there are four elements
Existing in harmony with one another
So too are there four states of poetry:
Air is the element of freedom
Exemplified by the use of free verse
It has no structure and no true shape
But allows us creative control
Through the use of air as a poetic medium
We allow our emotions a freedom to be
We allow them to soar upon worded wings
Gliding freely through the skies of literature
Water is the element of the changing flow
It can be hard as ice or as soft as snow.
Its nature resembles the power of rhyme
Which grants us order and a structured mind
By pushing and pul
Pirate: The Legend of Chenbeard 1 - 2
Pirate: The Legend of Chenbeard
Chapter One: Dirty Work
Release One: Pages 4 - 7
CHENBEARD RAN UP to the group of pilgrims that were approaching the stream and upon reaching their group he dropped to his knees and began to plead with them, "Sirs! Please excuse this ragged man and take pity on him," he said, his strange brogue vanishing instantly to be replaced by perfect Common. "My companion and I were waylaid by bandits and she managed to escape them by hiding near the stream. They've taken all of my clothing and possessions and though I don't much care for the loss of my material wealth, I would like to beg you desperately for a set of
He is a God, or so he believes
He judges others and puts them into stereotypes
Asian? No life! Hispanic? Brainless!
He thinks he has control over his world
A delusion which he has never been able to break
Me? I'm better than them, I'm smarter...
He sits alone in his room, ignoring the emptiness
He sits in front of his computer and passes judgement
Lol, you're wrong. You're stupid. Everything is stupid!
He laughs and smiles at his own cruelty;
He feels powerful and most certainly superior to all
But in the end, it's just a fantasy isn't it?
He curls up in his bed, thinking about tomorrow
Here, he's a king, but out