Week 1 - Certain Serpent vs Gazette - Certain Serpent Wins

Gazette · 07-23-2013, 07:45 PM

Are You Not Brave / Writing exercise / L.N.

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Last night I had a crazy dream, not even half of it good though
I must preface by saying, I'm in love - don't worry, this is far from a Love Note
Lola Nash is her name, but back to the dream, a land of lakes and twisting brooks
An orphic place of Luring Numinous, from Lea's Neverending, to Labyrinthine Nooks
I was in the tavern, diffidently sipping mead from a faux-golden cup
Languishing Noticeably, when I was suddenly approached by the Local Nut
There this ogre stood with his oafish mug - gawking at me, saying squat
Then - a tremendous belch, I Laughed Noisily, coughed and gave him a Lazy Nod
He sat besides me ... "Listen Neighbor, might you part with any extra fairy-dust"?
This made me a Little Nervous, but the portly fellow couldn't be Less Nefarious
I untwisted a Lachrymiform Napkin, and gave him a pinch of effervescent matter
"Bless you Squire ... you ever heard of Lord Niflheim, the Legendary Necromancer?"
Tiring of this Leper's Natter, I was sure i'd run him through in a moment
Be it King, or Queen or Lonely Nomad, I don't have time for Ludicrous Notions
But when he produced a curious amulet, i felt compelled to let him finish
"Take a look" - so i did, 4 Lions, Necks stretched inside a Luminescent Nimbus
"Niflheim gave me this blessed trinket, alas, it can only be used by the brave"
"Hold it in a Butter-Cap Mushroom Patch, kneel, and speak Lucifers Name"
I asked, "but what will happen?" - then his jolly smile turned to blackest scorn
Glaring past that Long Nose, that boil-ridden snot-encrusted, Lurching Naricorn
"Are you not brave?" His voice was deep and smooth, it hit me like a sedative
"You should Leave Now" - he seemed less a friendly drunk, more a Lifelong Nemesis
"Oh I am, I'm going to the Butter-Cap Mushroom Patch, would Mister like to come?"
Suddenly the room was icy, misty, as though we were swimming in Liquid Nitrogen
But I could feel the panic rising, that caustic anxiety strumming my throat
"It's alright Squire, follow me" - again, his voice as soft as a Lullabye's Note
I did, it was hard to keep up; an odd sight this plump chap skipping swiftly
Through a forest thick and windy, till there they were, 50 mushrooms Lilting Nimbly
The air was bitter, filmy, I couldn't decide if it was scanty or venomous
I forced a breath anyway, then picked a mushroom from its Lacteous Nebula
It was like a Lingering Nightmare, like viewing the world through smokey glass
I said, "Let's Not do this" ... "But Squire, are you not in love with Lola Nash?"
My heart, it froze, collapsed, I'd so-far helmed my sanity: he capsized the vessel
I felt Limp, Naked, looked at my palm, no mushroom, instead the amulet Lightly Nestled
"Look No further than this - are you not brave? Then you must make the darkest vow"
"In Lucifers Name" - imbued with a shame so wretched, my stomach felt like Lava Now
I knelt, perhaps out of love, perhaps I just wanted this Hell to be finished
Oh ... who am i kidding? I spoke Lucifers Name because I'm a Lecherous Nitwit
Thunder and lightning, the violent roar of the forest ensued, I was helpless
Then i was whisked away through some refulgent conduit, some Luminous Nexus
I awoke abruptly, flustered, I hurdled over my duvet feeling desperate, awful
Later, Nontheless, after a few soporific classes, my day was Lenitive, Normal
But the dream was vivid still, i couldn't wait to get my love alone at last
After the bell rung, I Loitered Nervously, and then I saw her: Lola Nash
I said, with impeccable eloquence, "Sup bitch, how bout we get our freak on"
Her reply was simple but poignant, I think you'll agree: she said, "dream on"

Peace, G'luck

07-23-2013, 07:45 PM	#1
Gazette Senior Member Join Date: Jun 2013 Posts: 186 Battle Record: 2-3 Rep Power: 37	Are You Not Brave / Writing exercise / L.N. ~ Last night I had a crazy dream, not even half of it good though I must preface by saying, I'm in love - don't worry, this is far from a Love Note Lola Nash is her name, but back to the dream, a land of lakes and twisting brooks An orphic place of Luring Numinous, from Lea's Neverending, to Labyrinthine Nooks I was in the tavern, diffidently sipping mead from a faux-golden cup Languishing Noticeably, when I was suddenly approached by the Local Nut There this ogre stood with his oafish mug - gawking at me, saying squat Then - a tremendous belch, I Laughed Noisily, coughed and gave him a Lazy Nod He sat besides me ... "Listen Neighbor, might you part with any extra fairy-dust"? This made me a Little Nervous, but the portly fellow couldn't be Less Nefarious I untwisted a Lachrymiform Napkin, and gave him a pinch of effervescent matter "Bless you Squire ... you ever heard of Lord Niflheim, the Legendary Necromancer?" Tiring of this Leper's Natter, I was sure i'd run him through in a moment Be it King, or Queen or Lonely Nomad, I don't have time for Ludicrous Notions But when he produced a curious amulet, i felt compelled to let him finish "Take a look" - so i did, 4 Lions, Necks stretched inside a Luminescent Nimbus "Niflheim gave me this blessed trinket, alas, it can only be used by the brave" "Hold it in a Butter-Cap Mushroom Patch, kneel, and speak Lucifers Name" I asked, "but what will happen?" - then his jolly smile turned to blackest scorn Glaring past that Long Nose, that boil-ridden snot-encrusted, Lurching Naricorn "Are you not brave?" His voice was deep and smooth, it hit me like a sedative "You should Leave Now" - he seemed less a friendly drunk, more a Lifelong Nemesis "Oh I am, I'm going to the Butter-Cap Mushroom Patch, would Mister like to come?" Suddenly the room was icy, misty, as though we were swimming in Liquid Nitrogen But I could feel the panic rising, that caustic anxiety strumming my throat "It's alright Squire, follow me" - again, his voice as soft as a Lullabye's Note I did, it was hard to keep up; an odd sight this plump chap skipping swiftly Through a forest thick and windy, till there they were, 50 mushrooms Lilting Nimbly The air was bitter, filmy, I couldn't decide if it was scanty or venomous I forced a breath anyway, then picked a mushroom from its Lacteous Nebula It was like a Lingering Nightmare, like viewing the world through smokey glass I said, "Let's Not do this" ... "But Squire, are you not in love with Lola Nash?" My heart, it froze, collapsed, I'd so-far helmed my sanity: he capsized the vessel I felt Limp, Naked, looked at my palm, no mushroom, instead the amulet Lightly Nestled "Look No further than this - are you not brave? Then you must make the darkest vow" "In Lucifers Name" - imbued with a shame so wretched, my stomach felt like Lava Now I knelt, perhaps out of love, perhaps I just wanted this Hell to be finished Oh ... who am i kidding? I spoke Lucifers Name because I'm a Lecherous Nitwit Thunder and lightning, the violent roar of the forest ensued, I was helpless Then i was whisked away through some refulgent conduit, some Luminous Nexus I awoke abruptly, flustered, I hurdled over my duvet feeling desperate, awful Later, Nontheless, after a few soporific classes, my day was Lenitive, Normal But the dream was vivid still, i couldn't wait to get my love alone at last After the bell rung, I Loitered Nervously, and then I saw her: Lola Nash I said, with impeccable eloquence, "Sup bitch, how bout we get our freak on" Her reply was simple but poignant, I think you'll agree: she said, "dream on" Peace, G'luck Last edited by Gazette; 07-23-2013 at 08:06 PM.