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Woods of Shadow
Woods of Shadow
Many have been those that find themselves, along a new road in the middle of the Wood. Many times have we heard this tale, yet not quite like this. While most dare seek a door, a gate, perchance to seek; we find this young dove looking up, rather than looking down. She sits perched beside the leaf, no roads be here, that much is assured. She looks up, a half Moon guides her nightly journey. As White as Silk are her wings, and feathers that Queens would sell, for entire nations. Our dove sits softly on a tree, half dead, with little life. As she coo's softly, as an Owl, as a Prey; her eyes turn a deep red, and wings begin to r
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Literature
OC vs. Fan Character Rule
OC vs. Fan Character Rule
Hello Poetry-Prose-Pizza members! Recently I was questioned if whether bios of OCs would be allowed. For one thing, I strongly discourage submitting simply bios for the reason of possible fanfiction-esq writings being submitted, however if the group desires non-fan character OC bios to be allowed I will make a special folder for them. Please do not submit any bios to any of the folders. Now, to the problem at hand.
The group does not allow fanfictions or imitated works due to the copyright laws of the US. As I have stated previously, I have nothing against such works, but Poetry-Prose-Pizza is not the place f
PSA's and Rules
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Literature
Kidney Stones
Shackled to a song Not even a Symphony Watching my mind soak in the notes Which I drown in fermented beverage For how else can I choke this verse Of all the plagues it has unleashed It is not done so that I can sing But to show that another song can be sung Yet if I must Sing I shall rise to the pulpit and conduct A hymn of pure silence Until I am inspired by my audience Waiting for this inspiration I shall hold my nations flag And let the cold winds of a Country bear down And grant mute audience to my Harmony Had us a laudable purpose I would have already been singing But as majesty would prevail I find myself enjoying the Darkness And watching all the trash Crumble away Like Kidney stones none of us need.
Poetry
466 deviations
Literature
Checkered Squares: By the Black Petaled Man
By the wailing pool of black, sat a table, a table marble white. As white as the fountain pool, as sinister as liquid black. Upon this table white rested a checkered square, a checkered square of red and black to match the roses there. Many a game and many a night were lost atop these checkered squares, found on table marble white next to a pool of liquid black. And as the pool of liquid black sat on fountain of marble white, so did these checkered squares rest dolefully on blood spilled there. Many a man would wager there upon the checkered squares against the man of petal black. And many a many would lose more than he dared on games of checkered squares. What drove sane men to seek him there, he never knew. What stirred the men to wager more than dare and lose a flower there. A flower just discarded upon a checkered dare. Woe to the poor girls, for this isn’t fair, for they dared to not be there, now they shall lay bare. But a clever man, the petal’d man is, for
Prose Pieces
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Original Books and Novels
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