Beneth the Whistling Oak. by JerryShepherd, literature
Literature
Beneth the Whistling Oak.
The moon was high, the stars were low and the leaves of a great oak whistled in the breeze. Beneath it's branches were two lovers and neither could speak. The boy would open his mouth and move his hands but no sounds that resembled language came. The girl would look to him and look away, look to him and look away unable to do anything else. After what even the tree thought of as ages the boy spoke.
"We have to leave"
The girl spoke.
"I don't know, I don't know, will things be different if we leave.
"Of course it will. We will be together and away from those who'd betray us.
"But those people are everywhere, if we fail here won't we fail
Let's us both dream a dream
That both us know could never be
In a world where love is wrong
Where all hope of happiness is gone.
A world where the bitter roam windswept streets
Destroying the joy we're so desperate to keep.
They gather in numbers, we gather too
Yet it's always the world against only two
So we fight and we hide, naively believing we'll succeed
Thus when we fail our souls scream and bled.
And when our voices go silent and our wounds have healed over
Our love is no more, not even a painful reminder.
Each of us have wed others, others we like but not love
Now we both are bitter, shunning that lie love
In t
Life of a Tired Soul. by JerryShepherd, literature
Literature
Life of a Tired Soul.
Night, day I don't know which is which anymore. Every day or night, I'll simply call it dight, is just well, a constant gloom. I go to sleep I don't know when, I wake I don't know when, it's not even just the when that's confusing but also the where. A lot looks the same, trees are always brown and green, the sky is always white and blue. God even peoples faces are not worth the effort it takes to remember them. The same basic features arranged in the same basic fashion, you see one face you've seen them all.
What now I ask, should I go out, could be more interesting than staying in. But wait, I'm already out, in a park, I'm sure I was
The road was long and dreary being nothing but a straight tar path to my destination, offering no turns or curves just constant movement towards the horizon. The environment offered nothing of interest to my sight, just dry orange dirt that could only host shrubs and bush and like the road that stretched forever north filled the east and west. The sun was high in the sky and through its intense heat had forced me to open the windows of my ancient Cadillac to receive some comfort.
I had been on this tedious journey for an hour when I saw in the distance an indistinguishable object appear. At first I thought this was a mirage, resulting from t
The Wills of Fate Saga
Book I: The Shadowed Stone
Chapter I: The Blood Seer
The stars that filled the nights sky, which shimmer like diamonds against the darkness were for once being ignored by the villagers of Melcar, who did not look to the heavens that night because of the wonders that were so near the ground. The traveling circus of Lucris had reached the humble village and thrown the small community into awe. Fire breathers created spiraling serpents through their flames, magicians made illusions that fooled the keenest of eyes and there were creatures at the show that many thought could never be.
Justin was a
A Heart that Beats with a Tick and a Tock.
Throughout the crowded workshop whose inhabitants were clocks a tall, thin, old man paced through his second home ignoring the endless and deafening sound of thousands of beating mechanical hearts. Shelf upon shelf the massive room was filled, with each carrying hundreds of well crafted mementos of passing time. Every one was unique and the likes of which none had ever seen. Some were shaped like trees that kept the time through the changing colour of their mechanical leaves; others imitated the ocean, moon and stars always willing to please. The only thing that each clock shared was that each produ
A man sits at his table and takes a breath from his cigarette.
The smoke travels through his throat a poison he wont let rest.
It fills his lungs and soothes his rotting chest.
He feels relief as he quickens his death.
He opens his mouth and the smoke escapes on his breath.
It travels through the air infecting his nearby friends.
He could no longer remember what its like not to be out of breath.
This man was only twelve when he tried his first cigarette.
And after fifty years of smoking he dies of a cardiac arrest.
A million fallen leaves are swept into the air by a brilliant powerful breeze. The many shades of gold, yellow, red and bronze dance a magnificent ballet in time with the winds rhythm, before falling gracefully to the ground to await their next chance to perform yet another beautiful dance.
On either side of the forests path there stood its trees, tall, magnificent and proud. Each trees amber wood shining brightly in the middays sun. Their branches filled with leaves yet to depart their long held home. This scene is of a forest painted golden, and you can only hold your breath in awe.
I walk along this forests path,
The Monster Inside Part 1 by JerryShepherd, literature
Literature
The Monster Inside Part 1
Part 1: To Save or to Torture?
I walked at a brisk pace through the deserted alleyway searching; hoping that I wasnt too late to save what I knew unknowingly awaited me.
To save or to torture? I asked myself with a bitterness as cold as the rain and hail falling from the dark heavens. I searched through this dark desolate place losing hope with every step, believing I would not find her and if I did that she would be beyond rescue. These thoughts of despair for not only her but myself swirled through my mind.
When I found her.
There lying to the side of the narrow street was the small bundle that I had come to save. I quickly ran
Beneth the Whistling Oak. by JerryShepherd, literature
Literature
Beneth the Whistling Oak.
The moon was high, the stars were low and the leaves of a great oak whistled in the breeze. Beneath it's branches were two lovers and neither could speak. The boy would open his mouth and move his hands but no sounds that resembled language came. The girl would look to him and look away, look to him and look away unable to do anything else. After what even the tree thought of as ages the boy spoke.
"We have to leave"
The girl spoke.
"I don't know, I don't know, will things be different if we leave.
"Of course it will. We will be together and away from those who'd betray us.
"But those people are everywhere, if we fail here won't we fail
Let's us both dream a dream
That both us know could never be
In a world where love is wrong
Where all hope of happiness is gone.
A world where the bitter roam windswept streets
Destroying the joy we're so desperate to keep.
They gather in numbers, we gather too
Yet it's always the world against only two
So we fight and we hide, naively believing we'll succeed
Thus when we fail our souls scream and bled.
And when our voices go silent and our wounds have healed over
Our love is no more, not even a painful reminder.
Each of us have wed others, others we like but not love
Now we both are bitter, shunning that lie love
In t
Life of a Tired Soul. by JerryShepherd, literature
Literature
Life of a Tired Soul.
Night, day I don't know which is which anymore. Every day or night, I'll simply call it dight, is just well, a constant gloom. I go to sleep I don't know when, I wake I don't know when, it's not even just the when that's confusing but also the where. A lot looks the same, trees are always brown and green, the sky is always white and blue. God even peoples faces are not worth the effort it takes to remember them. The same basic features arranged in the same basic fashion, you see one face you've seen them all.
What now I ask, should I go out, could be more interesting than staying in. But wait, I'm already out, in a park, I'm sure I was
The road was long and dreary being nothing but a straight tar path to my destination, offering no turns or curves just constant movement towards the horizon. The environment offered nothing of interest to my sight, just dry orange dirt that could only host shrubs and bush and like the road that stretched forever north filled the east and west. The sun was high in the sky and through its intense heat had forced me to open the windows of my ancient Cadillac to receive some comfort.
I had been on this tedious journey for an hour when I saw in the distance an indistinguishable object appear. At first I thought this was a mirage, resulting from t
The Wills of Fate Saga
Book I: The Shadowed Stone
Chapter I: The Blood Seer
The stars that filled the nights sky, which shimmer like diamonds against the darkness were for once being ignored by the villagers of Melcar, who did not look to the heavens that night because of the wonders that were so near the ground. The traveling circus of Lucris had reached the humble village and thrown the small community into awe. Fire breathers created spiraling serpents through their flames, magicians made illusions that fooled the keenest of eyes and there were creatures at the show that many thought could never be.
Justin was a
A Heart that Beats with a Tick and a Tock.
Throughout the crowded workshop whose inhabitants were clocks a tall, thin, old man paced through his second home ignoring the endless and deafening sound of thousands of beating mechanical hearts. Shelf upon shelf the massive room was filled, with each carrying hundreds of well crafted mementos of passing time. Every one was unique and the likes of which none had ever seen. Some were shaped like trees that kept the time through the changing colour of their mechanical leaves; others imitated the ocean, moon and stars always willing to please. The only thing that each clock shared was that each produ
A man sits at his table and takes a breath from his cigarette.
The smoke travels through his throat a poison he wont let rest.
It fills his lungs and soothes his rotting chest.
He feels relief as he quickens his death.
He opens his mouth and the smoke escapes on his breath.
It travels through the air infecting his nearby friends.
He could no longer remember what its like not to be out of breath.
This man was only twelve when he tried his first cigarette.
And after fifty years of smoking he dies of a cardiac arrest.
A million fallen leaves are swept into the air by a brilliant powerful breeze. The many shades of gold, yellow, red and bronze dance a magnificent ballet in time with the winds rhythm, before falling gracefully to the ground to await their next chance to perform yet another beautiful dance.
On either side of the forests path there stood its trees, tall, magnificent and proud. Each trees amber wood shining brightly in the middays sun. Their branches filled with leaves yet to depart their long held home. This scene is of a forest painted golden, and you can only hold your breath in awe.
I walk along this forests path,
The Monster Inside Part 1 by JerryShepherd, literature
Literature
The Monster Inside Part 1
Part 1: To Save or to Torture?
I walked at a brisk pace through the deserted alleyway searching; hoping that I wasnt too late to save what I knew unknowingly awaited me.
To save or to torture? I asked myself with a bitterness as cold as the rain and hail falling from the dark heavens. I searched through this dark desolate place losing hope with every step, believing I would not find her and if I did that she would be beyond rescue. These thoughts of despair for not only her but myself swirled through my mind.
When I found her.
There lying to the side of the narrow street was the small bundle that I had come to save. I quickly ran
I haven't been doing much with deviantArt lately so i thought i would make to journal to show i'm still around.
I wrote a story for tafe that i just put up and haven't really been doing anything interesting.
Till next time.
I haven't been doing much with deviantArt lately so i thought i would make to journal to show i'm still around.
I wrote a story for tafe that i just put up and haven't really been doing anything interesting.
Till next time.