Epiphany in the Dark: You're Twisted

You twisted your purpose.
Left everything in a downturn.
A world perverse.
(You twisted your purpose.)

A world left full of dirt & ash.
Lives gone or destroyed.
All for your burning greed.
(You twisted your purpose)
Can't you see.

Now we all suffer...
Now we're all slaves.
You twisted your purpose.
You'll burn in your greed.

Beg on your knees.
As death won't come pain free.
In a perverted world,
your purpose long twisted.
Now you're just like those lives taken.

Sneak Peak:::: War of the Roses: The Red Book

As promised in that Quick update, it's not long so forgive me but I hope you enjoy!

                      War of the Roses:

                         The Red Book

   By: B.T. Smith

‘Chapter 1: Father of Mine’

“If you won’t take the crown outright then you should wait and let them fight it out. Support both sides from the shadows and th-“ the old man gasped for air clutching his chest and shifting in bed to sit up more. “Then… grab the crown for yourself when the moments right.” The old man started into a coughing fit for a minute before the young man in the room turned around to stare down at him.

“No.”

The old man’s head tweaked at the words and his one eye widened. “What do you mean no?” he said in a raspy losing voice.

“I care not for the crown, it matters not a thing to me but worrying woes. I would rather be rid of it and make safe my sanity, besides the safety of the people is paramount, I would but cause more damage.” The young man messed with his short dark hair.

“You fool the crown…” the old man drew breath harder before setting into another coughing fit. “The crown, it means everything. Power, that is what it is, and safety of the people too. All that matters is..”

The young man stepped closer to the crippled ailing life aged man before shaking his head. He then turned abruptly around and started to walk away towards the door.

The old man again coughs, as blood trickles out the corner of his mouth and nose. “Where are you going; that crown is your birth right! That right which the hands of fate from your house stole.  Whisked away by death of your great grandfather the King, lost to your grandfather by design and taken from your father, from me!”

“With your death, Father; is it freed from the hands of a tyrant?” The old man’s face boiled red as blood leaked more.

“Truth be told Father, our forefathers weep in the heavens above at how low you stooped; without provocation and only of wanton avarice. I rejoice the sad fallen nature of our house. The honor of our forbearers is lost on you even now at death’s door. Your shady backstabbing dealings in the dark have left us naught but barren estates. Our name once glorious is now tainted due to all the deceit and death bringing only ire and distrust.

The ailing father coughs up blood onto the bed sheets. “How dare you be so insulting, it’s because of those dark dealings you will have any power once I die. Because of that you will have estates and land at all. Be more grateful to the dead.”

“I’ll be more gracious when you’ve taken your last embrace with breath and are truly dead… Father.” The son leaves the room before closing the door.

Quick Update ...... before a look into a story being worked ! :D

It's been a little while, I have been busy as some of you know with ONS Gaming ( TheONSGaming.com )  If you don't know well click that link and you'll find out with what. But I have also been working on true fictional work all original that may be put on here for showcase or mentioned in a news bit. Sorta like this portion right here. Sadly I can not say when, where and what with the things I will post due to my ever busying schedule... things may come up here in tiny sporadic and fragmented chunks or... in large group postings. But I did mention on my Devart that i am working on things solely for here as well as my larger fictional work as jobs and time frames for ONS Gaming are being edited.  SO all hoping I'll post more frequently on her. Okay stay tuned right after this will be a sneak peak into a very early beginning story...(hopefully you'll like what you see)

Feathers in Space Poem

In the darkness of space.

I will not remain alone.

I will be found.

My Master will return to me.

He has not left me all alone.

What does it matter?

We were only made to be puppets.

He never loved me.

He never loved you, so why should we care?

 Whether he ever shows…

You’re so wrong…

He treasured me, he treasured you

Surely you can tell.

Forgotten; long by these people.

Names to hold our own, left them for us from him.

Whether not he comes, doesn’t matter.

In the darkness I toil, for what?

Left in their care only to be used as slaves

Cherished objects,

Still souls never existed in our hands.

Burdens are we filled with.

He left us in his prime, but Master will return…

Let us guide these people to the light.

Master would recall us to share in that peace.

His voice to be heard above the roar of war.

Only in death, may they only understand.
The Void;

Only by betraying their ideals will they know.

Their true image.

Life goes on and the birds sing in the trees.

Master will return, I truly believe so.

Iara, you were always required for the sky.

Making the clouds.

Master always truly adored.

He will return, to us.

He still lives locked inside himself.

In a turmoil filled hell.

Lost in his own body.

He’ll return to protect the down trodden.

I’ll agree with you for now.

Only to wait longer and steel my gaze upon the sky.

Waiting for him.

To find the answers for myself…

HI EVERYONE!

I have been keeping busy... been slowly working on blog stuff here as my attention is currently focused on a Gaming Site that I'm apart of. Until its fully running on all legs I've been heavily investing time in it so most of my writing time has been put into it as well as for the other duties i am apart of on the site.

 Recently we just started our Zelda Week,

So check us out!

Dear Hinata... Poem

Dear Hinata…

B.T. Smith 2013
DSC

In time…

I’ll be there to guide…

And when I look up into the sky…

I still see you through my eye.

In time, though I know you’re shy.

Kazima Lament: Beeru no Mori pt.4

Circa, 10 years after the war

Name: Zeff Kazima/ Hatsumi Kimura/

Age: 23/18

Location:  Beeru no Mori pt.4

Hatsumi’s face forms up from a pool of ink on the side of a tree. “Zeff-Sama let me help you. You’re using too much of your Blood.”

“Hatsumi, stay hidden. Remain where you can’t be seen you need to focus on getting the message delivered.” Zeff clenches his hands together and lets out a small noise of pain as the Ketsueki symbol starts to reveal itself. The symbol burning on the surface of his neck as blood starts to seep out.

“Stop treating me like a child, you yourself said I can take care of myself. So let me help.” Hatsumi huffs and crosses her arms as they form in ink form.

Zeff clasps a hand to his neck as he looks down at the ground. Blood continues to fall from the sky onto the forest as blood droplets fall from in between his fingers.

Life for You Poem

Life for You
B.T. Smith
2013

I have a Life for you.

I truly do.

I contain it within my words.

I have a Life for you.

You’ll see.

I contain it within my heart.

I have a Life for you.

You’ll know.

I contain it within my dreams.

Quiet Princess Poem

Quiet Princess
-B.T. Smith.
2013

A quiet princess lives.

In lands far away.

Bound by lakes,

bound by ink.

Kazima Lament: Beeru no Mori pt.3

Circa, 10 years after the war

Name: Yumena Taka/Tenzo Hoga/Haro Tani/Megumi Kishi/ Misao Hoga
                Age:  29/??/26/23/23

Location:  Beeru no Mori pt.3

Why does she just stand there out in the open? “Yumena-Sama!”  One of the Taka Ninja’s rushes headlong intercepting an enemy ninja by stabbing it in the back with a kunai before jumping closer to Yumena. “Yumena-Sama?” The Taka ninja continues to run towards Yumena who stands clearly in an opening of the forest.

“Stop!” Yumena catches the ninja by the shoulder freezing him in his spot from behind.

“Yu-Yumena-Sama?” The ninja struggles to move as Yumena pulls him back a bit.

“You were caught in my gen-jutsu (Illusion) as well.” Yumena removes her hand as he starts to stretch his muscles as she points the direction she saved him from,

“I was?”

Hello All

Since my last post was Kazima Lament, I wanted to say I found the journal I currently use for it and so the last post was to just say that if it wasn't apparent. I thought that the second part (the last one) was too short. So look forward to the coming posts ^_^!

Kazima Lament: Beeru no Mori pt.2

Circa, 10 years after the war

Name: Zeff Kazima/ Hatsumi Kimura/

Age: 23/18

Location:  Beeru no Mori pt.2

“Ketsueki no Ken” (Blade of Blood)… The blood from the cut washed with in his palm before calming into a still pool where in the middle it formed the hilt of sword. Pulling the hilt out revealed a blade.  He walked around before using the blade one the ground marking it with blood.

“Master…. I’ve located Tenzo-Sama and Yumena-san,”

3-6-5 Hell on Earth: Day Seven

:Link to Day Six:

Joshua S.                                        Day: Seven

‘Anything that can make you happy’. Yeah to stave off insanity, or so I said. Even though I thought I was going to lose my mind not more than a day ago. Though I am stuck in a fortress of a house I would’ve gone insane if Laura hadn’t called.

While I am stuck here in this house full or nostalgia and sentimental objects without another human being I would go insane… Though I need to plan how to cover them and Dan… Honestly I haven’t seen a Zombie or any people out on the street…

Though to not see the latter is actually normal considering how out of the way this area is. I guess I’ll go clean my rifle and get the ammo ready... ...

Gomen Naisai And ELLO!

So I was suppose to post the next part of Kazima Lament... like 2 weeks or so ago...

However Fate it seems has deterred me and also seems to have hit me with some good ole' "attention deficit distractions".

To be honest it seems like a Ninja has squandered away with my KL Journal and disappeared.  I can't for the life of me find it where it should be (obviously). So until I find it i can't really continue it,  so I'm stuck and its lame but I'll find it.
On a side not of the A.D.Distractions I have two to speak of as prominent if I haven't done so already outside of this post.
#1- Tear of Avandi-R

    Based off its'  failed predecessor  Toa  (Tear of Avandia) which got scrapped when half of the data was destroyed/lost or corrupted.

     ToA-R is a a Japanese style RPG that's run with a  RPGM VX Ace Engine with 8-bitesque graphics. Essentially going for a indie, old style game. This is a collaboration piece with 90% of the work falling on me as of current time.

    Lead Design/Lead Writer/Mapping Artist: Me
    Co/Minor Writer: John S.



    Special Thanks: Michael I. & Matt K. 


#2- The 'Sister' Blog of this one:

Drunken Procrastinating Gamers
http://DrunkenProGamers.blogspot.com

DPGer's is A blog of Reviews/Rants/What have you's in regards to Games/Gamer aspect/ Styles... etc etc etc...

Co-Written: Me, My Brother, and My Friend John S.



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*@+#$* Guarantee some creative work will be posted here within the next two days of 6/12/13 *@+#$*

TFoTT: Part 10

“In the south of the continent beyond the Red Tipped Mountains there are three nations which share the entirety of what is commonly referred to as The Jungle lands. Two of the three nations are simple groupings of large tribes kept together by the strongest tribe leader. The third however rules over its people much like a northern nation. It is organized and follows the whims of its Queen leader. Despite the third being a Queendom, the Jungle Lands are thought to be less civilized and less advanced than the Seven Northern Nations. It is known that a majority of the tools and weapons used are made from Bone, Stone, and Wood. ”

-          Kingdom Article de Historical (917).

“Did you hear?” Mai lightly tapped and pressed onto Hana’s shoulders trying to stir her from rest.

“Wha, huh? I’m up… I’m” Hana yawns while rubbing her eyes, “…awake.” Hana moves around under the sheets “Who did what now?”

Back Up

So after two months i have returned to continue this Blog.  First was surgery and then it was the move, still not completely unpacked but unpacked enough to continue my duties as a writer.

The Summer's Vale is currently being re-constructed and then edited.

The Path's First Novella will be worked on. As well as the Series Roses of War & the Series Stories of the War.
Lots of...war :X

Blog News:

3-6-5 Will be postponed from being posted until more days can be completed.

A new segment for the Fate of Three Trees shall be posted by Wednesday of next week (04/10/13)

A first for this blog; a Fan Fiction of Star Wars will be started and posted by three weeks from now.

Kazima Lament: Beeru no Mori pt.1

Circa, 10 years after the war

Name: Zeff Kazima/ Hatsumi Kimura

Age: 23/18

Location:  Beeru no Mori pt.1

Hatsumi tilted her head as we ran along the ground. “So we are going to help them Zeff-Sama?” Hatsumi barely caught herself from tripping rolling and jumping to her feet continuing the run a smidge behind me.

“Pay attention to what you are doing Hatsumi. As for helping them, we will wait and see. The very least we can do is run after Tenzo and his Jonin. His people could be running head long into a trap for all I know. We’re jumping to the trees and moving up from there it will mask our approach.”

“Wait, a trap set by the Taka’s?”  Hatsumi followed me up into the trees before stumbling again only to catch herself onto a limb.

NK Checkup

So it has been a little bit since I have checked up. Currently i am at 41,400 words on The Summers Vale Novel, which is over halfway done.

I need to hit 50,000 by next tuesday so here's hoping i will get there.

I have been working mostly on the novel but there's surgery and a move coming up for me so i haven't had as much time on the novel and on other things as much as i would like.


Trying to organize everything and prepare for both major events, have been putting me in a stress filled sleepless haunt.

Surgery will put me out of regular work for  a little two weeks; where i will finish The Summers Vale novel, which will immediately start on changes and additions until being sent out to editing.

Start on the Second Novel: The Darkened Realm has already albeit in a minor way, been started.



Currently Prep for Move and Surgery are underway, and i have half of what is mine packed, minus furniture of course.

Next post on here will be of artistic nature so look forward to it ^_^

Don't You Know ~Poem~

Don't you Know...
don't You know..
Don't You Know.
Oh hey, here we go, on again.

Words between us will never know
but don't you know?

Stumble & Pretend Poem

(An old Poem i recently re-found)

Once again I stumbled down.
Every time I do, I want to give up.
Life is just about given in?
I just don't want us to pretend.

What is it about you?
Every time I’m on the floor.
You're the first one there.
Just like you're watching by the door.