Poem from short story game kind of poem game thread thread

The following is a clip from an anonymously written story I found online.

Pick a few words in the story for your poem, whether hauku, prose, or ryhyme and meter ...


“I’ve never had business there,” she answered nonchalantly. I’m also from Mattarein not Terenna. She popped the cheese in her mouth “I’ve never had a reason to go. Until now. And I’m hardly surprised you’ve been there given your illicit line of work.”

Asher slammed his dagger into the block of cheese. “You wound me,” he said, grinning. “But you are right. Maurthorn is ridded with thieves, and whores, and all other kinds of miscreants. I love it.”

Velina smirked,” I bet you do.” She put the bread and cheese down, before waving a hand at the fire, manipulating the hungry flames, causing them to shrink. “You could probably be a knight. You have skill with a sword that most could only dream of. Have you considered it?”


Ok ... Go!

 

Business, she answered.
She popped the cheese
I'm hardly surprised
Your illicit type of work,
Asher slammed his dagger grinning.

Maurthorn is riddled
I love it!
Velina smiled.

Waving a hand
"You have skill,
Have you ever considered it?

 

I've had cheese in mouth
until now
But other kinds of
Bread and cheese
Manipulating the
Hungry flames
Could probably be
A dream.

 

I've answered nonchalantly; I'm Terrena.
She popped her mouth ...
Never had a reason until now.

And I'm hardly surprised, Vellina.
Waving causing them to shrink with a sword

You considered it.

 

Cheese
The brains of this operation
War, pestilence
Slavery
Cheese

 

Asher you wound me
Vellina smirrked
Flames causing a knight to dream
Have it.

 

I'm from Terrena
The cheese in her mouth
Slammed the wound
Riddled with theives and bread
The flames could dream

 

Next story to draw inspiration from



I'm a quasi homeless drifter who refuses to leave. By quasi I mean I'm not homeless at present, but will be again soon. Then again, I could say I'm not homeless at all and it would still be true. In fact, my home is truly exquisite, beautiful, and about the most amazing place in the known universe. No, it's not in Georgia, but Georgia isn't too far from me. It's like a lot of homes really. There's comfort, chaos, dirt, and things that always need cleaning. There's house plants, electricity, electronics, and it looks amazing under both the sun and moon with one of the best seats anywhere to view the stars at night. I love it, but hate it too. There's so much to clean and although I try, I can't seem to keep it that way. Honestly, I'd need to first get it clean to keep it clean, so lets go ahead and nip this one in the bud and call perfect the way it is with odd an end touch ups performed when needed. I don't sweep shit under the rug, so I'll go ahead and bring that reality to the light.
I can be a very scary individual when I must, but I prefer the peaceful, happy go lucky free me. If you've ever read the bible you know the ten commandments. Here's my only confession: I've broken every one many multiples of times … Just so you know what and the type of person you're dealing with. Judge me if you want, but it'll do you absolutely no good. I've already been judged and sent to hell. I'm in decent spirits and warm and fed and I think about sex a lot, but someone told me to go fuck myself in hell, so … Here I am and maybe you too. Slippery when wet … Remember?

 

I'm truly exquisite
I hate so much I can't seem to
Keep the perfect shit happy

The ten times judge
judged decent spirits to hell,

so ...

I am

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