The Intruder
The ancient battlefield
Awakens, as a
Charred mist settles from the
Tortured clouds
Transforming the air into
Writhing darkness
Static fills the atmosphere
Electric shocks
Race through the sky, an
Explosion
Ignites decaying petals,
Lightning
Burning through the mist
Sparks converge into
Raging Flame
Devouring
Thriving
Growing
Angry red pulses across the
Graveyard – once a lovely field
Doubt has been reborn, a
Roaring fire, swift and powerful
Overtaking the battlefield,
Hungering, impatient for its Foe
What is the Stantonian Association of Interesting People?
My friends, this blog is dedicated to those men and women who go out of their way to be remarkably interesting. In other words, all of those fascinating Stanton students (or, in the rarest of cases, students from other schools) can join this blog to appreciate creative writing developed by us students. I, Braden Beaudreau, the creator of this blog, will post my past, present, and future works on this website, and those who join and comment will get the same opportunities. May all of you live in happiness and peace, and never forget: being interesting is the only way to stand out from the masses.
I really liked it. The lack of punctuation in the first three stanzas gives it a very rushed, desperate feeling- it matches the theme perfectly. This is my favorite of anything you have done. I loved the synesthesia in the first stanza
ReplyDeleteMy comment was going to talk about personless action being refreshing and stuff.
ReplyDeleteEnding is less spectacular.