Moonlight Sonata [2nd Edition]Moonlight SonataMoonlight Sonata [2nd Edition] by Michel-le-fou
The sound, a song, echoed through the night air around the old manor of Edouard Richelieu*. It was the famous piano theme Moonlight Sonata by Ludvig Von Beethoven and it added to the night air. Above the Richelieu manor was a full moon.
Whoever was at the piano of Richelieu manor, nobody ever knew. There had been a silent and somber funeral about a week before that night, at the hour of 8 pm, and-it was supposed- the deceased was Edouard himself. Edouard had died on a new moon night. He had been playing his piano. Suddenly he suffered a stroke and collapsed, presumably dead. But the wise ever warn us not to assume anything.
The full moon illuminated the earth around the manor. It was thick, aged brown earth with a few sparse shrubs growing about. Throughout the day and till that hour- 11:50pm- the ground about the manor was visibly empty. Then the sonata rang through the night. As mysteriously as he died and the song emerged, there was a pack of wolf-
The Strange Old ManThe Strange Old ManThe Strange Old Man by Michel-le-fou
It was the evening of his 60th birthday. Old Sydney Rehnquist was alone on the veranda of his house in Surrey and nobody came to wish him a happy birthday. It was not Sydney's manner nor his appearance that warded people off. Sydney had been as polite and outgoing as his age permitted, although he admitted that this age level prefers peaceful solitude. He had neither informed anyone nor refused visitors, as he had expected that someone would call on him that day. Nobody came. Then I came but he admitted me.
"Hallo, Sydney, old mate. Why so alone?"
"Dunno, Ralph. But anyways, I'm enjoying the tranquility. I'm imbibing a local ale. What'll you have?"
"Have you got an extra bottle in there?"
"I sure have. Take a chair. I'll bring it out."
I said that Sydney's manner wouldn't scare people away. His appearance was thin, we'd say he was gaunt, and rather pale. As he spoke, I suddenly noticed a change in his teeth. The front teeth and his molars bore fang like tips. But I
MediocreMediocreMediocre by BenHammonds
Dancing through mediocre days
does not mean that the steps
that you make are mediocre
so dance with flair and enthusiasm
show courage through your days
so that they may be extraordinary
Where the Road ForkedWhere the Road ForkedWhere the Road Forked by Michel-le-fou
The road to Evermore is long
And hard and filled with stones
Along this road stand towering pines
And willows with long and heavy vines
Underneath, 't is never known,
Who or what may be found
Most passers-by would simply leave them alone
Then take the trouble or the time
The road carries on for three hundred yards
And at the junction the road forks to the north and east
'T is believed that the paths at the fork are just as hard
They must be lined with stones at least
Well I have journeyed to that point
To find a solitary bungalow
But the way wearied me so I could not walk in
Although I feign would have done
And the sky was dark with clouds and there blew a heavy wind
So I looked for a moment and walked on
I would choose another day to go
Oceans of the LostI’m lost on an oceanOceans of the Lost by ArthurTheBraveOne
Born of thoughts and whispers.
These waves, which once I should have known
Are now but alien cosines, bound in a
Reflecting pool. Shadows,
Cast from their fumes,
Envelop the very fabric
Twenty-five point seven dimensions
Wrapped in a dazzling display
I thought to understand
So very long ago;
Yet my very thoughts escape me now,
Like every mortal hope, as I drift
Aimlessly across this plane -
This entire body of water condensed
Into a two-dimensional space.
Up and down: meaningless.
I am orthogonal to
The skies and the birds,
The depths and eldritch horrors
That lurk far beneath, waiting to steal
My soul, my very existence
Away from me.
They need try no more.
I’m trapped in an infinite
Square well of possibility
Stretching around me.
A standing wave, forever ensnared.
My energy perfectly compatible
With my current state
I’m lost on an ocean
Born in a thought experiment.
The scarlet waves,
Dark ThoughtsDark ThoughtsDark Thoughts by MichelxPuabi
So now I have learned
By my own eyes and ears
That our once beloved home
Is colder than the remotest star
In the sky
Their will is stark and lacking warmth
They will that all must surrender
And those who raise their fists in rage
Against this blatant tyranny
Is exiled to this hottest and darkest spot
That the human calls Hell
This fate, this banishment,
Now is my sad and miserable lot
Calm After StormCalm After StormCalm After Storm by MichelxPuabi
Strong winds are strong one moment
They abate to leave air calm
My tempests cannot last too long
Weary, i turn to her who I love
All is still
Except our hearts