Dark Thunder

From yonder foothills in the east,
And jagged snow-capped mountains’ peaks,
There came a shadowed demon-beast,
Intent with hate and havoc to wreak.

Eyes of venom, breath of fire—
Nothing matched this dragon’s ire.
The people’s cries were heard for miles
As he searched for the Dreghonvii child.

Those in uniform stepped forward
With arms raised to end this war.
Shad’anir gave a mighty roar,
And soon the earth ran red with gore.

Towers fell with sounds like thunder;
Mother and child were torn asunder.
Those remaining were left to blunder,
Easy prey for the wicked hunter.
So these are song lyrics I wrote for a friend who’s making a story that he one day hopes to turn into an anime. Just thought I’d toss them out there and see what people think.


Avui de camí al centre d’acollida de gent gran, passem a deixar menjar a l’orfanat que vam conèixer l’any passat, amb la M Dolors i el Joaquim. Com és un dia feiner, pensàvem que podríem anar sense previ avís. Però estaven fent unes xerrades informatives adreçades als nens més grans per donar-los una visió del futur educatiu i orientar-los sobre els estudis superiors. La fundadora i alma matter de l’orfanat va patir feia poc un atac de cor i ens reconeixia amb dificultat. Ja té una edat, la pobra, però ha desenvolupat una tasca molt bona i honorada per tots. Així que sempre està ben cuidada i assistida per tots els que l’envolten, Una feina digna d’admirar… Ostres! Us heu fixat a la primera foto?? LA FONDA, churreria. Sembla que agraden, i molt, els nostres xurros; estan de moda. Més endavant, quan estem a Ubud, anir a tastar el restaurant de tres catalans que s’en diu LA XURRERIA BARCELONA.

chokusenoni ha respondido a tu publicación:Someone stole my mobile phone with my ‘t-jove’…

mierda como un piano de cola! ggrr….. ;; u ;; has anar als mossos no? t’han dit res?

He anat i m’han fet la denunsia xD I ja està, és tot xD Aniré després (potser, perque més tard tinc classes fins a les 8 de la tarda) a atenció al client a veure si poden ferm-me un duplicat de la t-jove… però no ho crec ;_; 

Family Visits || Aneirin

Mary was relieved that the plague was over.  She then looked out as the gates were raised and a horse and carriage was brought through.  Francis was on the horse. He was alive.  Why had he gone and left her here with the repercussions of the fall out of the plague to deal with it on her own.

Her eyes took to a horse that rode behind them.   One that she knew the rider well.  Her cousin from Ireland.  Her nickname for him was Anir instead of Anirin .. Little easier to remember. 

As she greeted her husband she hugged him then saw Lola come out with the child.  She gave the child a glare then softened her gaze. This was her best friend they were talking about.  As her cousin’s horse came to a stop she went to him. Hugged him and walked with him and Francis to their chambers.”Anir…its good to see you again. I am sorry you have had to come at a time like this.  After a trying time as the aftermath of the plague.”She added


Francis didn’t know if he could trust this man. Even though Mary claimed he only was family.  “Mary,   are you sure he can be trusted. “He asked. “Yes, he is family…Francis”She said glaring back to her husband. “I wasn’t the one who left me in charge while the plague was going on?”She rounded as she saw him get angrier”MARY, YOU ARE MY WIFE…I HAVE AN OBLIGATION TO SEE TO THAT MY CHILD…MAYBE MY ONLY CHILD IS SAFE FROM THE PLAGUE…AM I WRONG IN ASSUMING SO?”she heard him yell before she looked down wishing..this scene was not being played out in front of her cousin. 

"No, you are not…"she added seeing Francis leave the room and she went over silently to the window looking out at the countryside which was now clear. where as if you were to look out the window the past month you could see blackness of the flames of burning the bodies of those of the infected.