《Short River Songs》 Liars Song Liar''s Song Part 1 I dont know how long the world has been the way it is it was how my father lived, and just the same as his still I like to think about a world where lies can hide then at least the pain we feel could always stay inside I told my first lie when I was only three years old on a winter morning, mother asked if I was cold that was when I felt a pain like fire on my face Ill always remember thats how my first lie took place Both my parents have more scars than most, but they dont mind still they live together, and their faces still look kind almost all our neighbours lived alone, divorced, or sad my parents chose a life of love and lies, its all theyve had I was told that I should never talk outside the house when I played with friends wed all quiet as a mouse it was harder when I was much younger but I learned Even when I lied by accident the lies still burned Saying Sorry filled up half my face with scars at least saying its okay was not okay, to say the least No one said I love you anymore, its a taboo no one wants to know the truth behind I love you too Thats what made my parents so much stronger than the rest even though they didnt always pass the love you test still they never gave up on eachother to this day maybe Ill find someone worth those scars and hear them say... Part 2 Now Im old enough to live alone, and so I do its a simple life and work has been a blessing too Im a news reporter and I document my town making observations and then writing them all down Theres not many people who can travel like I do no one walks outside who could be hiding safe from view no one likes a liar full of scars that tell their tale little scars for little lies and bigger scars to scale Often I reported on the weather but at times people came to tell me if they witnessed any crimes criminals were quickly caught if I reported well after all there was a single story they could tell One day I was asked to go investigate a place somebodys old neighbour disappeared without a trace he was said to be a quite forgetful older man I expected he was lost, and so my search began Walking through the woods I heard the chirping of bird I wondered if an animal would know a lie it heard when I found the place where I was told the man had been soon I found the first dead body I had ever seen I rushed over quickly but the man was clearly dead just a single wound apparent on his aged head I pulled out my phone and quickly told the police to come that was when I heard a sound that made my body numb Just behind me stood a man whose shirt was ripped away panting and exhausted like someone whod run away what I saw when I looked at the man who couldnt rest was just one giant, bloody scar upon his heaving chest Who are you I asked the man as blood ran down his frame After all, omitting truth, was lying all the same feeling quite content that I had trapped the man in time I was shocked he only answered with another crime Where is this he asked me, just ignoring my request sure enough another scar appeared across his chest how are you attacking me he asked and reeled in pain its because you lied, you fool was all I could explain Part 3 The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. Soon the police arrived and took the murderer away I gave my testimony but there wasnt much to say after that confusing meeting, I returned to work mum was right, I shouldve been a farmer or a clerk Days went by as normal and my life was still routine quietly reporting on a small towns every scene then one day I heard a hurried knock upon my door when I answered someone picked me right off of the floor The police took me away and didnt say a single word they just told me I was needed, though it seemed absurd soon I was inside a room and there, in chains, was him though unlike when we first met, hed scars on every limb Is it true he had one giant scar when you first met the police once more confirmed, but its a scene I wont forget yes, its true, and it was fresh, i thought that he might die just like that old man he killed, who must have heard that lie The words the policeman sent to me sent shivers down my spine what lie in the world could cut so deep and long a line we want you to question him, since weve done all we can never have we heard so many lies told by one man None of us are suited to uncovering the truth youre a news reporter and a celebrated sleuth youre the only person whod survive a talk with him he can tell contagious lies to any on a whim Part 4 Somehow it had fallen unto me to get the truth from a man who hadnt even told a lie in youth scared but curious I sat before the bleeding man wondering, for starters, why he stayed instead of ran We already know you killed the man, so whats to hide dont you know that you cant lie to us now that youve tried he just looked across at me with bloodshot teary eyes everything he said would overwhelm me with surprise This is not the world that I intended to create please, tell me what year it is, and if its not too late I told him both the time and date and then he bowed his head that would mean its been too long, and everybodys dead What he said was made more horrifying by the fact not a wound appeared, so this was not an act tell me who you are and why you killed that poor old man tell us what you know and we will help you if we can You cant help me anymore, thats maybe for the best this is all just one bad dream, or that old gods cruel test as he spoke those last few words another scar appeared just beneath his swollen eye where tears and blood were smeared Part 5 Fine, I get it, lying hurts, its hard to talk this way how can you all live like this, what can you even say I thought hed attacked me when my chest began to bleed I had no attention to kill anyone once freed Thinking of the crime that hed committed he just wept it took quite a while before the mans composure could be kept as he cried I thought to ask from where he might have come were you raised alone, do remember where youre from Nothing matters anymore, my home is nowhere now Ill just lie until I die, no matter why or how I was just a fool to trust a nameless god back then when my king betrayed me and he sacrificed my men I was told that Id be called a hero for my deeds after I succeeded they would see to all our needs so I found that ancient cave where long ago was sealed a power like no other to which once the world had kneeled In between his words I kept a lookout for new cuts but he just kept talking as he spilled his honest guts even if a crazy person thought a lie were true they would still be scarred for life no matter what they do After I brought power to my king he had me killed then I learned that all along that was as he had willed as my soul descended into hell I met that god the very one Id freed to give my king, that evil fraud He asked me if I had a wish before he brought me back saying he fix my world or give me what I lack all that iI could think of then, its hard now to explain... make the world a place where liars wear their lies in pain Everything he said was true, and no one could deny this is how the world had come to punish those who lie all the police and secretaries watching on in awe only had one question, not related to the law Such misunderstandings could be understood in time though it wont be easy to absolve you of your crime what we want to know though, isnt who or what you are whats the lie you told that left you with so great a scar Though my question rattled him, he felt compelled to speak even though he wanted death hed grow to tired and weak fearing all the pain that would devour him if he lied he was forced to speak the truth regardless how he cried When I first awoke that kind old man came to my aid he helped me up and told me that I neednt be afraid I told him all about the god and all that I told you though he looked as shocked as you, he knew that it was true Then he asked me if the god had changed the world for free or if my request had come with any sort of fee I told him there wasnt, and he shouldnt be afraid Not explaining what was in that contract which I made... ...I did ask the god if there would be some other cost for his help in my revenge against the world Id lost he told me such revenge would surely take a heavy toll anyone whos lie he punished, forfeited their soul eric_river Cultivators Romantic Status-Box Song
batotit Okay, let''s try... "LitRPG," "Xianxia," and "Harem."
Cultivator''s Romantic Status-Box Song
Once there was a cultivator born with bones of jade the pride of his whole temple where the finest pills were made one day he made pills by mixing cheese, ginseng, and socks he made a pill that let him see his own blue status box
Though he was the strongest cultivator ever known he couldnt help but cry at what the status screen had shown though the screen confirmed that all his powers all were there any stats related to relationships were bare
He had zero aptitude for romance so he cried the numbers in his status screen had torn away his pride Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.in a daze he ran away into the busy street and then he was run over by a carriage hauling wheat
He awoke to find himself in unfamiliar land on a magic circle that he couldnt understand next to him and older wizard waved hello and smiled save us from the demon lord, oh precious hero child
The cultivator looked around in shock and understood he had died a stupid death, and now was here for good he was more consumed by sadness than hed ever been but by chance he noticed something on his status screen
Underneath the stats that showed his old abilities there was one new skill that, when he saw it, made him freeze when he checked it last his romance skill was locked at none now the number listed was a million and one
He thanked the wizard kindly and was quickly on his way and started one big family after hed saved the day soon a thousand children with his likeness had been made all of whom were cultivators, born with bones of jade
The prompts were three whole genres, but i think i pulled it off although some rhymes did come from the far end of the trough
King of Rocks Song
Nymphzero77 Lord, Chord, and Sword
King of Rock''s Song Living all alone in his great castle was a lord Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.his territory was so peaceful, he had grown quite bored one day while he wandered through the castle by himself he thought he heard the sound of music, coming from a shelf On the shelf beneath a pile of papers was a sword when he leaned in close, he heard it play another chord he picked it up and it transformed into a battle axe a flying V guitar that gave him guitar playing hax The lonely lord became a rock star, known throughout the land other lords who heard his music, came and joined his band they played such heavy metal that they woke the dragon king who soon became a fan and didnt break a single thing Heavy Metal Sky Sharks Song
Haust How about this: heavy metal skysharks.
Heavy Metal Sky Sharks'' Song One upon a time there was a village to the west a loving father tucked his daughter into bed to rest before she slept she often asked her father for a tale this time what she asked him was a question grand in scale Where does heavy metal come from, dad she softly asked? If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.how come when we go to concerts, everyone is masked? the father scratched his head and then decided it was time to pass along the story of their village told in rhyme Long ago our village used to listen to Disco that was all our people knew of many years ago one day though, a monster rose up from the ocean deep and started to attack us like some big annoying creep We were all too helpless as that monster ran amok but as fires were raging one old man would have some luck he found an ancient manuscript which when was read aloud flying sharks in masks appeared behind a magic cloud They played a sound the likes of which our kind had never heard solos on guitars that sounding like a singing bird drums that pounded mercilessly til the Earth at cracked the bass was pretty average, but but the vocalist was stacked The monster from the ocean didnt even stand a chance while it ran away our village all began to dance to this day our village celebrates those fateful days and summon flying sharks with heavy metal on Thursdays War Gods’ Song
Zearth "Descent," "Stagnate," "Ascend."
War Gods Song A warrior so strong he outlived half a dozen kings too strong to be taken down, no matter what war brings though his life was simple he was bound to swing his sword power earned in battle was, for him, its own reward So began his hunt for ever stronger enemies but no matter who he fought, he brought them to their knees fearful that the skills he couldnt test would soon stagnate he found a tournament where he could still participate His king brought knights and soldiers from all corners of the world an era of excitement in the kingdom had unfurled as the tournament progressed much talent was displayed the warrior however felt his plans had been betrayed Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. Every knight he fought it seemed was weaker than the last it filled him with anger when the fights would end too fast into madness he began a quick and cold descent declaring hed fight every person at the tournament In the chaos every knight took arms against that man but the wisest of them quickly dropped their swords and ran it became a war between the warrior and all soon the royal army had to answer to the call He fought every knight on whom he laid his fearsome eyes threatening is own home country with a cruel demise when the situation looked as grim as it could be then a light shone down upon the land for all to see In the light appeared the god of war the kingdom served guardian of battles where he dealt what was deserved he looked upon the warrior whose quest would never end and took the mortal in his hand, so they could both ascend The god of war spoke kindly to the warrior at last though your time had not yet come, the final die was cast in the realm of gods youll find more suitable a war the realm of mortals cant contain your power anymore The warrior just smiled and tried to kill the deity and laughed in jubilation when he dodged it easily still today they fight each other in an endless bout glee in every battle cry and joy in every shout Clocks Song
Mad Sadie "Cat", "almond milk", and "clock" lol
Clocks Song Once, there was a happy couple in their twilight years theyd had their share of laughter, though theyd had their share of tears their children all had grown and left their parents almond farm but they were were happy all their children still were safe from harm One son became a wizard, and the eldest went to school the rest were less determined, but among them was no fool though the farm was more or less abandoned in the end they had saved more money than they had the time to spend For at least a dozen years, the couple had a cat who kept the homestead safe from every sneaky mouse and rat the three of them together shared a love so wide and deep but one day the old man passed on while smiling in his sleep The man had been a well respected elder in the town his hard work on the farm had earned the old man great renown he was just the last of all his friends to pass away and now his widowed wife was quite alone most every day No more conversations by the fireside every night theyd always shared a glass of almond milk, and all was right now the widow shared a silent glass with her old cat and couldnt help lamenting it was silent where they sat One day she walked into town to buy some eggs and cheese noticing the red and orange colours in the trees but as she wandered down the road, where none should be in sight she saw a quaint old shop that must have sprouted overnight This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. She wandered in and saw that it was full of wondrous things hats and books that read themselves, a tissue box that sings a pretty girl appeared abruptly in a cloud of fire claiming she knew just what the old lady would desire For a modest price, this clock will suit your needs quite well it runs a little slow but its enchanted with a spell at exactly midnight when you hear it start to chime itll grant you any wish, but just for one days time The widow was intrigued and paid the witch a little gold and then the shop just vanished, once the clock was thusly sold she finished up her shopping then she went back to her house pleased to see the cat had finished hunting one more mouse After dinner she looked on in wonder at the clock shed found such a magic tool while on a simple walk she wondered for a while what sort of wish she ought to make maybe she could wish to share a nice, delicious cake In the end, her thoughts would always bring her to her love the man who now watched over her in peace from up above but she could never bare to say goodbye to him once more shed meet him soon enough regardless of what she wished for As she sat in silence she decided what shed wish right when she was pouring almond milk in the cats dish Ill wish that you could talk and well remember bygone days Im sure you have some stories of the old mans silly ways And so when midnight struck and the old lady heard that chime she found the words to wish her cat could talk, and just in time they spent the whole next day exchanging countless happy tales the cat recalled the man he knew and spared her no details Once when you were shopping, the old man had hatched a plan hed pick some flowers for you and hed put them in a can but when he brought them in he spilled some water on your dress when you came back home, he went and blamed me for the mess The widow and the cat had talked and laughed into the night even as the fire died, the old widowss face was bright midnight was approaching and the pair of old friends sighed but still the cat looked just a little bit unsatisfied Tell me dear old cat, what is it that you wish to say if you want more almond milk, Ill get some right away with loving eyes the cat then spoke, before it was too late I really dont like almond milk, but cows milk would be great Royal Roads Song
Wing "Theme: Royal Road is the best"
Royal Road''s Song In this world of magic words and systems, spells and swords many efforts lead to many places and rewards mountains, rivers, deserts, plains, and oceans challenge all those who swim the oceans deep or climb the mountains tall Many roads are scattered all across this world we know no one knows how many or how travelled they are though but today well follow just one pilgrim on their way down a certain Royal Road where many walk today The pilgrim only started walking this way recently at first they hesitated and they tread quite cautiously they werent quite sure how they started walking down this road but felt that if they stopped that all their dreams might just explode After several days of walking then they realized they were not alone and they felt really energized they stopped the first person that they saw to say hello the pilgrim asked for any information they might know The person they first found was a young man dressed rather well and sure enough the man had many stories he could tell Ill be walking on this road until I reach the end there Ill be a richer man, on this you can depend The man went on ahead and left the pilgrim far behind but soon the pilgrim saw another, so they didnt mind this time it was one old lady, walking with a smile many often passed her but she enjoyed every mile Yes, Ive been on this nice road for very many years Ive seen many pass me by, with laughter, fun, and tears you go on ahead, I doubt well ever meet again If you circle back though, do say hello to me then The pilgrim went ahead and found another pilgrim soon they were stopped to eat a big lunch, shortly after noon Ive been walking down this road since long before the sun now the moonlights gone but still my journeys just begun This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. Another pilgrim soon came into view from far behind running faster than a horse, but he was clearly blind everybody move, Im in a hurry, cant you see I must not be late, I have a date with destiny He ran and ran until he was completely out of sight the pilgrim shrugged and walked at their own pace and felt alright then they saw a little girl whod tripped and hurt her knee the pilgrim stopped to help the girl to dress her injury I was walking by myself, but someone pushed me down still though, Ill continue on, away from my hometown she thanked the pilgrim kindly and then limped ahead quite fast waving with a gentle smile to everyone she passed For a while the pilgrim walked alone in quiet thought starting to grow curious what other people sought where were they all going now, and why at different speeds how could one road meet so many different peoples needs Onward went the pilgrim and they soon found someone new this old man was looking down, a quite surprising view when the pilgrim asked what the old man was looking at he pointed to the road and then he tipped his fancy hat Im counting every brick I pass, its really fun to do Ive walked upon more bricks than anyone, I swear its true he smiled and then returned to counting, though he walked quite slow but the pilgrim thought it best to say goodbye and go They saw a few more people counting many types of stuff hoping that theyd know when they had counted high enough Im counting all the other people that Im faster than Im counting all the steps Ive taken since my walk began The pilgrim met at least a hundred different people soon all in just the span of one relaxing afternoon there was just one question that began to haunt their mind what are all of us upon this road trying to find They walked and walked, and sometimes ran, but everyone they met hadnt found a single solid answer for them yet they all simply made their way according to their taste whether they enjoyed the scenery or moved with haste Feeling weary of their ignorance, the pilgrim fell sitting by the wayside feeling lonely and unwell while they cried they suddenly heard quite a friendly voice little pilgrim, have you come to second guess your choice The pilgrim slowly raised their eyes and saw a king and queen wearing crowns all full of rubies red and emeralds green such majestic figures who ruled over this whole land then the king and queen both offered them a helping hand The pilgrim asked them where the road they walked upon would lead were there ever pilgrims whose adventure would succeed the king and queen looked puzzled by the question they had heard thinking carefully upon the pilgrims every word Little one, this road is one of many, dont you know theres a road to every place that you could hope to go though most roads dont have a sign, youre free to choose your way but theres something nice about the road you walk today this is called the royal road, it leads you to your dreams but so broad a destination isnt what it seems though its led so many pilgrims to complete their quest theres no certain destination, as you might have guessed Each and every brick with which the royal road was made is crafted by a dreamer of the very highest grade as for where youre going, this road doesnt have an end thats why many people choose to walk it with a friend The pilgrim looked confused by what the king and queen had said will I be trapped walking here until im old or dead they were worried they might never even find a goal never mind achieving it while on an endless stroll Dont be scared, for its not rare for some people to leave all for different reasons, some too silly to believe after all, upon this road, each pilgrim is a guest and each one you encounter, makes this royal road the best Master of Dooms Song
Viforus the DOOM CULT leader "Theme : The DOOM Master"
Master of Dooms Song Gather round, and listen here, Ill sing a tale of old it must have been a dozen years since last this tale was told all you youngins grew up in this age of war and hell since the portals opened youve been fighting hard and well There was once a time before those evil monsters came when being strong enough to lift a car would earn you fame now you all have powers that are hard to comprehend even all your injuries take only days to mend But in this age of monsters from that other world of doom where battles only end for moments before they resume there is only one who can be called the very best once you hear this legend, you can forget all the rest He was just a hunter like the rest of you, but weak fame and recognition were not things hed ever seek whenever portals opened, hed defend his home and friends but victory is not where this poor hunters story ends Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. The monsters of the olden days were masters of their realm there likely isnt any world they wouldnt overwhelm you cannot imagine just how scary those things were those wretched masters of doom still hurt me to remember One day as he fought before a portal near his town ten more opened next to him, and enemies rained down he fought so hard he lost his mind, but in the end he lost but for his grief he vowed that they would surely pay the cost His home and family were for the monsters to consume victims of the monsters from that unknown land of doom on that day when everything seemed hopeless and unfair everybody noticed something different in the air No one knows if it was fate or some unheard of skill but from then, there was no monster that he couldnt kill all the monsters from the doom dimension that he found once they caught his eye, they were in pieces on the ground That was many years ago, so where is that man now and why were there so many monsters back then anyhow well, until he came along, the monsters came in waves legions of those things put countless hunters in their graves Today when portals open only one or two come out still they may be strong, but they are fewer, theres no doubt this is thanks to that old hunter, who went mad with grief and did something that anyone would think beyond belief One day, after dealing with three waves, or was it five he stood before a portal fairly injured, put alive without a single word, no single farewell or goodbye he took a breath and jumped straight into one great portals eye According to the government, he died in that attack after all, nobody ever went their and came back after that day, fewer monsters came through portals now though no one that youll talk to can agree on why or how But I think that the reason is as clear as it could be thats because when portals open, sometimes you can see far behind the monster that emerges through that door to the doom dimension is an endless, raging war Monsters all in chaos, fighting desperately to live but monsters arent a creature any human would forgive so look into that doom dimension, all despair in gloom we may have sent those monsters our own worlds master of doom Το τραγο?δι του Σκαμ?νδρο? (Scamander’s Song)
Angelsonggd Gods(greek god), War, humans
ӦѦæ?Ħ ӦϦ ʦ?ͦĦѦ? Scamanders Song ?˦Ϧæ? Prologue Greece had always been a very interesting place as soon as they were born, the gods were caught up in the race Gaia did her best to keep her family in line but Gaia was the happiest to meet the god of wine The world became a busy place, and all the more so Greece the gods of war seemed busier by far than gods of peace some were more creative though, and tinkered here and there Prometheus was one titan who did more than his share Some were quick to criticize his work, but it caught on his golden statues decorated even Zeuss lawn he must have been a better craftsman than he realized for one day all the statues sprung to life and looked surprised They called themselves the human race, and now theyre everywhere and gods found them more fun to watch than any bird or bear soon whatever humans filled their time with was their muse And humans were an entertainment any god could use But this is not the story of the grandest gods of old their stories are as epic as they are often retold compared to Zeus and Hera, our new friend might seem quite odd but you may come to understand the limping river god ?Ӧ? ?֦? First Verse Scamander was the humble son of titans of the sea but he was not a god as great as other gods could be he wasnt like Simoeis, known for torrents fast and strong nor like his old friend Nilus, who was fertile, loved, and long Almost every rivers reputation made him sad especially when he was thinking of the life he had Scamander didnt run like any river would have planned he was known to limp and wander through a certain land As bitter as Scamander was about the life he led he took his time enjoying all the lives his river fed he watched the poets write, the artists paint, the lovers swim and of the gods, no one had heard as many songs as him One day as he limped along the river he was on in a worse mood than the river god called Acheron he came across a man who played a Hermes-crafted lyre and though it sounded beautiful, he smelled of smoke and fire Who are you, your songs are like no music I have heard you could rival any song performed by any bird the song he played was sad but sweet, a song of love and loss as melancholy as the river he now looked across Orpheus is what Im called, but please just leave me be I could do without another rivers company Orpheus stood up and started wandering away but then Scamander called to him, requesting that he stay Please just sit a while, I promise not to bother you Ill make sure you can play your songs in peace, so play a few Orpheus was taken with the earnest rivers pleas Scamander knelt and begged the man, despite his aching knees Very well, Ill pay you back for your sincerity Ill play as long as I can sit with you here peacefully and so began the friendship of the river and the lyre both accommodating of the other ones desire A place to play the music of an aching, lonely soul and music that could make a melancholy river whole in time the lyres remorseful music showed a hint of cheer the two would sing together, sharing more than just a tear Im thankful for your company, your river brings me peace your friendship is more treasure to me, than this golden fleece there is nowhere better in this world where I could be here there is no heartbreak, yes I finally feel free Orpheus explained the reason for his endless woe of how he lost his love beside a river long ago but now he was at peace beside the river with his friend though peace was not an easy thing for someone to defend ?ӦŦѦ? ?֦? Second Verse Humans were the natural inhabitants of earth and they were known to tip the scales of war to measure worth Scamander didnt care for war, but even he had tried and when he did, it always left him quite unsatisfied In the end, Scamander was no god of war at all even human warriors could best him in a brawl and even when he had the upper hand it always seemed he couldnt understand the way that other rivers schemed Once he had a man they called Achilles on the run trying to rebuke him for the way he warred for fun but he escaped and somehow fell into the river Styx becoming much too big a problem for the god to fix The mess Achilles made took many years for him to clean the dead that clogged his rivers were the worst hed ever seen but as he limped along he did eventually succeed and once again Scamanders limping rivers were all freed But things were not so peaceful even when Achilles died the humans couldnt keep the peace for two days if they tried for now the gods were using them as if they were a game indulging in vicarious attempts at fun and fame As Scamander sang along with Orpheus one day the humans celebrated all the people they could slay driven by the backing of their favoured gods of war every time a battle ended, theyd all start some more Soon no matter where Scamanders river could be fed battlefields all full of corpses turned his river red the riverbanks were overrun by corpses putrid smell the music stopped as Orpheus began to feel unwell Im sorry dear Scamander, Im afraid that I must go the smell of death reminds me of what I lost long ago maybe one day Ill return, should human bloodshed cease I must find a place where I can play my lyre in peace ?Ӧ? ?֦? Third Verse Scamander felt as though the river in his heart had dried but he could never catch his friend no matter how he tried he limped along until he could not go on anymore he sat beneath a tree and cursed the humans endless war He thought perhaps that if he waited, all the blood would stop but all the humans seemed to want to spill every last drop he watched the gods above them laughing, urging them to fight blessing some and cursing others, every day and night He wondered if hed rather all his rivers should run dry or find a quiet valley where no one could see him cry for years he watched his rivers run with blood beneath the gods who blessed them all with countless spears and rocks and lightning rods One day though, he noticed something happening beyond Athena had just called upon their father to respond an argument had broken out between two gods of war Ares and Athena were not playing anymore Scamander couldnt hear what they were arguing about but when a rock struck Ares he could hear his painful shout Athena wounded him and Zeus said he should not return but still the fires that Ares started continued to burn Scamander knew that Ares was a fair, impartial god the only quality of his Scamander could applaud but as he watched the injured god of war run off and hide he noticed that a moments peace had come in with the tide That was when another river, Lethe, passed him by singing to himself while looking blankly at the sky Look at those olympians all arguing again what is it they see in the affairs of mortal men ?ӦѦӦ? ?֦? Fourth Verse Lethe wasnt often seen, nor was he hard to find he simply wandered through the realms with nothing in his mind The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.no one knows what he was like when he ran in Hades before he drank Hypnoss waters at a few parties Now in sheer oblivion he met Scamander there flowing so forgetfully without a single care Scamander tried to tell him what the war had been about but hed forget it anyway, of that there was no doubt All you need to know is that the war has waged too long and thanks to them, Im never more to hear my best friends song Lethe looked in pity at Scamander, stained with blood who rested on his knees beside the river in the mud Dear old friend, I understand the reason for your pain all the souls that flood my banks are driving me insane they drink and drink but never quench their thirst because theyre dead my rivers run as low in hades as your streams run red The old forgetful god had understood Scamanders woe almost able to recall that theyd met long ago they were once two babbling brooks who played beneath the sun long before their streams diverged and warring had begun Scamander looked up at his old forgetful friend and sighed as Lethe looked toward a very distant mountain side isnt he the strongest of the gods who like to fight how was he so wounded that hes hiding there in fright Scamander looked and noticed Ares hiding far away wounded very badly from the fight hed had that day Lethe shook his head and then he said in somber tone he should be more careful, he looks weak and all alone Lethes words were meant to be of pity, but instead like a bolt of lightning, hit Scamander in the head he stood and turned to look at Lethe with a cheerful grin Lethe, if you help me, I think that we might just win ?̦ЦӦ? ?֦? Fifth Verse Scamander didnt waste another second sitting down but Lethe was confused and so he asked him with a frown how could just the two of us win anything at war please remind me also of what wed be fighting for Listen to me Lethe, for I have a cunning plan but we shall need to hurry just as fast as we both can Ares is now weakened and alone well out of sight finally, we have a chance to put this nonsense right Did you just say Ares, even I remember him even in that state he could kill thousands on a whim do you think a pair of rivers ever stood a chance he could kill a limping river god with just a glance That is true, although it hurts to hear you say it now I think that its possible though, let me tell you how once, I saw an army fighting with too small a force but they won because they hid inside a giant horse Well disguise ourselves to earn his trust and then attack to get some peace and quiet, we must stab him in the back Scamander looked intently at his absent minded friend a kindred spirit on whom he was sure he could depend I guess I have no choice if Im to ever rest again its time that someone ushered peace toward the land of men after we kill Ares, we can finally relax well be worshipped as the gods of cowardly attacks ?ʦӦ? ?֦? Sixth Verse Lethe laughed and helped Scamander climb the famous hill Mount Olympus hosted one who they both planned to kill both were dressed as goddesses, in robes that reached the ground hiding both their faces under helmets they had found Lethe, youll be Aphrodite, his old secret flame I shall be Athena, please just dont forget that name youll confess your love for Ares, but dont show your face Ill sneak round and stab him while hes locked in your embrace Lethe heard Scamanders plan at least a dozen times Scamander even tried to help it stick by using rhymes eventually he settled on the very simplest plan in the worst case they could still escape him if they ran On the way they looked back down upon the land of men who, without the help of Ares, settled down again but they knew that hed return before much time had passed then a war would wage until old Kronos breathed his last Both were very thankful that his injury was great for Ares was to die, but first hed have to sit and wait rivers rarely run up hills, and that was half of it ones old memory was shot and one was hardly fit After several days they made the climb to meet their foe exhausted and confused but both still ready for the show they found the god of war in tears upon a big tree stump on his leg a cut and on a head a nasty bump When he heard the rattle of their helmets he was scared he was in no mood for fighting, nor was he prepared who goes there, now show yourself, you cannot hide from me if you have no wish to die then I suggest you flee ?¦ĦϦ̦? ?֦? Seventh Verse Luckily the pair arrived one cloudy summer night and it was difficult to see them both by candle light it is I, Athena, and I come here bearing news a friend requests an audience, and you should not refuse Athena, your voice sounds so strange, what happened to your speech apparently, her voice had been beyond Scamanders reach It is nothing, brother, I have simply caught a cold do not waste my time again, when did you grow so bold Apologies, my honoured sister, please do get well soon Ares bowed in fear as clouds revealed the glowing moon when he looked back up he saw Scamanders strange attire confused about the helmet, he continued to inquire Why do you adorn yourself in such a human thing to a goddess like yourself, what safety could it bring I shall call our father here, if you dont watch your tone how I choose to dress is no ones business but my own Scamanders honest rage began to seep into his voice when Ares shrank in fear he knew hed made the perfect choice I know weve had our differences, but thats not why Im here I have brought a guest to whom you ought to lend an ear Ares looked around Scamander to his other guest who are you and why are you so odd, I mean, well dressed Scamander nudged his friend to say his lines as theyd rehearsed but if the Dionysus was nearby he would have cursed I am Aphrodite, I am here to, do something oh, thats right, it is a lovers message that I bring I desire to be with you, wait, who are you again anyways, I cannot be with any other men Ares started weeping tears of joy at what he heard Scamander thought hed never witnessed something so absurd I guess love makes fools of all he said under his breath when, while Ares held Lethe, he stabbed Ares to death ?æĦϦ? ?֦? Eighth Verse As if Thanatos had snapped his fingers, he was gone for the first time in so long, they met a peaceful dawn Lethe shook Scamanders hand and said nice to meet you Scamander smiled and replied yes, its nice to meet you too Lethe wandered back to Hades, feeling quite confused while Scamander thanked him for the friendship hed abused he limped back down the mountain through a village now at peace several gods were disappointed that the war should cease In frustration many gods began to whine and shout but it made Scamander happy when he saw them pout he found somewhere quiet by the riverside to rest satisfied but tired out from his overwhelming quest He watched with trepidation at the water by his feet and soon there was no trace of rotten blood or flesh and meat fish were swimming through the rivers water so serene the sky was blue, the water clear, and all the grass was green Just as he began to hum a tune he longed to hear he began to notice several footsteps drawing near anxious that some vengeful spirit may be haunting him he prepared to run but thought hed rather try and swim Just before he jumped into the river though, he saw two gods who had not arrived to enforce any law Orpheus and Lethe walking slowly side by side one looked happy but the other looked dissatisfied I see youve cleaned the river up, I missed you very much I tried to sing alone, but without you Id lost my touch by the way, I ran into this river here last night if he sat together with us, would that be alright Of course, the two of you are both quite welcome by my side though he lacks a memory, without him Id have died Orpheus began to play a joyful melody but Lethe seemed quite anxious as he sat beneath a tree You must be Scamander, I believe we might have met do forgive me sir, there are some things that I forget recently in Hades war has broken out, so please let me sit and sing with you both, far from that Ares Scamander laughed and limped toward his absent minded friend welcoming him to a celebration without end the trio and the world around were peaceful and content then Orpheus remembered he had two gifts to present I have a golden fleece for each of you to match my own now the perfect blanket wont be mine and mine alone the golden ram who fled the world to live among the stars gifted me his winter coat once when we met on mars And so Scamanders journey story ends with nothing out of place joyful music in his ears, a smile upon his face Lethe wandered off once hed forgotten how to sing and Orpheus could play his lyre, not bothered by a thing ~ Shakespeares Soviet Scrabble Song
Crusixblade Shakespeare, The Soviet Union, Scrabble
Shakespeare''s Soviet Scrabble Song Act 1 Writers come along sometimes who change the world around authors with their heads in clouds but feet upon the ground and though we often grant Shakespeare with credit for his plays Shakespeares efforts didnt end back in the olden days What Im singing now has long been highly classified to retrieve this information, many people died but its time the world became aware of these events of how Shakespeare shook the modern eras governments In the year of our lord sixteen hundred and sixteen April twenty-third was the worst day the arts had seen many think that too much drink became Shakespeares downfall and though it ended his career, that story isnt all For what he drank that fateful day was not an ale or port it was not a wine, at least not of the mortal sort he was gifted that old bottle late one winters night by an audience member who gave him quite a fright She dressed in clothes that didnt suit her, not in such a place and there was something odd about the older womans face take a drink of this and you might come to understand all the power you could wield with your prodigious hand The bottle sat upon a shelf until next April came a tempting looking bottle with no label, smell, or name Shakespeare took a drink while he was chatting with his friend and when he died of fever the next day, it was the end Act 2 In the year of our lord, nineteen hundred eighty-nine Shakespeare lay within his grave,a victim of that wine but it was strange when he awoke and opened up his grave and found himself within a church and saw a small child wave He ran outside and saw the world was not like he had known but soon he noticed it was where he lived, though it had grown he wandered down a road and got some looks along the way and shed a tear when on a street sign he read Hathaway He walked some more and noticed things had not all changed so much there were many roads he knew that had a foreign touch the people all around him spoke his language, but not quite then a certain building that he knew entered his sight An inn belonging to the father of his childhood friend people on whom he knew that he could always depend though the building now was called the The White Swan, he went in Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.the portrait on the wall was proof hed found the correct inn An old man offered him a drink for dressing as he did I bet that costume cost you more than just a couple quid Shakespeare introduced himself as Will and then sat down and wasnt sure what drink he had, but it was cold and brown He asked the old man many questions of the city streets drinking with him til their faces both were red as beats he was quite astonished by the things the man had said and wondered if hed dreamt the day when he went up to bed Act 3 In the morning he came down to find the world still there he sat down where he used to write his plays without a care he reminisced all day while people came to say hello as he learned their dialect, and smiled for a photo Later that night his new old friend came and sat with him bet youre good at scrabble the old man said on a whim he set the game up on a table and taught Will the rules and for the next week Will made the whole tavern feel like fools How come he knows all those words, I thought he was a loon and when its his turn he makes seven letter words so soon Im sure he just made that word up, so why dont I mind its like when he plays the game, the rules get left behind Will began to make some money, betting on the game and people came from all around when they all heard his name Will the scrabble genius is playing here tonight come test your vocabulary, be prepared to fight Will was having so much fun, the time just flew right by Then one day he met a challenger who was a spy Will, I have an offer that I wont let you refuse Ill give you a million dollars if you do not lose Act 4 The man was from America, and Will went right along he thought it would be fun travel on and wasnt wrong flying through the air in a big jet filled him with awe while he flew he learned about international law Youll be representing our great nation at the match if you lose, we have a nuke were likely to dispatch the Soviets are stronger than theyve ever been before with their English, they could beat us in any flame war Shakespeare was determined he said hed do his best the spy had given him such an important, scrabble quest so he fought the Soviets with his words, old and new the tournament was easy, there was nothing they could do In a single game he once invented nine knew terms his words were flying high while other felt like lowly worms every word he made up on the spot was written down and instantly became official in that very town After he had won the scrabble fight, the world was saved the spies all loved the road to peace that Shakespeares words had paved he then retired happily beyond the public eye never writing plays again, though no one could know why The rumours go that later he got on the internet and though he has been writing, hes not published on here yet but the day might come real soon, when Shakespeares work returns to grace the web with golden words for which the whole world yearns A Dying Androids Final Song A Dying Android''s Final Song ~ The universe is rich with life, is what they always say And I know better than to wish the universe away But what nobody tells you, is that though there may be life The universe is seeped in an eternity of strife The stars are just a thing to wish on, for the ones at home But they are nought but graveyards known to us who choose to roam To us who travel deep into the galaxy alone The worlds beyond our childrens eyes are better left unknown I came upon a planet just as any you can find Id seen the remnants of a thousand battles left behind But Ill admit, as dark a world as this one might have been It truly was the most majestic world that I have seen The ruins told me of a war fought long before our time And how the way it ended must have been a bitter crime A single, nuclear attack had wiped the whole world out With neither side alive to tell me what it was about I wandered through the desert of an ancient battlefield And saw decrepit androids near the weapons they would wield I had grown to see such things as resources to sell But something felt a little odd about this ancient hell Id wandered farther from my ship than I normally would And getting lost out there at night would hardly do me good But when I turned to walk back to my shelter for the night I was suddenly aware of one small eerie light I couldnt help but wonder what the light out there could be A lonely light that flickered by itself eternally Considering how long the world had been completely dead All manner of emotions poured into my sleepy head Perhaps it was my curiosity that drew me there A sense of higher purpose of which Im still unaware It didnt matter then, and well, it doesnt matter now Something in the light was calling out to me somehow And so I came to stand before the broken down machine If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.Upon its helm a button which was flashing red and green Ignoring every instinct and the many years I trained I pushed the button of the android broken down and stained It wasnt like the robots of today, I knew that well How it was constructed is impossible to tell At first I thought it clunky as its lights began to glow But in its artificial eyes was something that I know Exploring strange new worlds was always something I enjoyed But suddenly, the robot seemed a little bit annoyed So tell me, ancient android, what has happened to this place I asked of it, with childish glee upon my weary face A human, from another world, I shouldnt be surprised Your species always was much stronger than we realized It almost sounded like the android sighed, but I was shocked How could it be I knew its language when the android talked I cant believe you know of humans, weve never been here I Will admit, at that point, I was overcome with fear My people only left our world a century ago And all we find are ruined worlds wherever we all go The androids eyes grew redder, but they calmed back down in time I understood its craftsmanship was utterly sublime Of course the universe is filled with only death and pain Your ancestors touched every world, and brought them only pain But I dont understand how humans could have done all this In history class, such a war is not something Id miss I shouldnt be surprised at humans short lived memory They only ever cared for killing anything they see My people were not always androids, but we paid the price We lost to humans once, and we refused to give in twice We almost finished off your species, many years ago If judging by the stars, a million years back or so But here you stand before me, as my body rusts away Unaware of all your kind accomplished on that day The cultures of this galaxy all wiped away at once The only ones surviving, sent me back this little dunce I stepped away and thought upon the overwhelming tale Had ancient humans really gone so far only to fail And how could such a history have disappeared from lore I doubt a single person ever heard of it before Before I had a chance to ask the android one last thing The moment slipped away as I was caught hesitating The androids secrets died along with its old power cell And any hope of learning more about it died as well I looked for many years upon that ancient world alone But I could spend no longer running from the life Id known The world was truly dead, no information had survived No books or old computers told of those who once had thrived I went back to my life, collecting scraps and things to sell But still I longed to know the stories all those scraps could tell Until this day, Ive never told a single soul this fact For I could never guess how my whole species would react Before I die, I felt at least a single soul should know About the words I heard that day, but now I have to go I might just join that android out there in the stars somewhere So let this knowledge die with me, or use it, if you dare ~ The Best Day I Ever Had The Best Day I Ever Had ~ Everyday for years that old alarm clock bothered me But I always respected that it did so dutifully That ringing was the only voice I heard at home alone I hated it but loved it for the loyalty its shown So when it woke me up today and I sat up in bed And everything felt out of place, I held my cloudy head The ringing of the clock and even my bed sheets were wrong Everything around me seemed like it didnt belong I wrote it off as nerves, or maybe age was catching me A shadow in my eye that I could only sometimes see I went to work as always, where I knew Id feel the same The stress it caused me burned like an undying, steady flame I walked passed the reception with a greeting as always She didnt greet me back, it must just be one of those days Was she wearing black today? Well, its not my concern I used to ask her things, but I was very quick to learn I grabbed a cup of coffee when I saw the pot was freeDid you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. I hated drinking while my coworkers all stared at me Today they didnt seem to mind my presence there too much I didnt quite fit in there, and they treated me as such The coffee tasted worse than normal but I didnt mind Even the person next to my desk seemed a bit more kind I must have missed a meeting though, some new workers were there It seemed I hadnt been let go, but that gave me a scare Why was one dressed all in black, I guess its just in style I tended to lose touch of what was trending for a while Despite the rocky start, I felt my day had gone quite well Tomorrow might not be as nice as that, but who could tell I left the building, but the secretary seemed busy I didnt say hello because I felt a bit dizzy I thought Id take the elevator, though I never did That was where youd mostly likely meet the managers kid Luckily I had it to myself this time around I held my head while waiting it to take me to the ground But when the doors did open, something took away my breath I hadnt seen it before, but I knew that it was death A shadow-like existence draped in robes as old as time Made me want to start confessing every lie and crime But it just looked at me in silence while I stood in fear How much time had passed, was it a minute or a year? I couldnt find you at your home, you died but didnt know You wandered through your day like normal, no one saw you though I almost didnt notice you were dead when I saw you In life and death, there was no difference in the things you do The fear began to drain from me, with every feeling too The shadows that I saw today, they all must have been you Why come to collect me after such a pleasant day I wish I could have lived my whole life like this, go away Death stood in the elevator door without a word But then a long and solemn, fateful whisper could be heard To love the hell you lived in and desire it once youve died I couldnt choose a better hell for someone if I tried ~