The God in Wood
I may be filled with lead,
but I'm so much more than
an ordinary weapon.
Lend me the strength
of just three fingers.
I can bring down dictators;
I can stay the charging floods;
I can help the smallest child.
With but a few strokes,
I create both gods and demons
and so consume them.
Release my gritty essence
onto paper purest white.
With me, condemn the lovers.
With me, aid the terrorists.
With me, starve the nations.
I can feel it in my core.
As you leaned over your desk
cradling me in your palm –
you shivered.
-: Heritage - Prologue :- by Hyunthesosarian, literature
Literature
-: Heritage - Prologue :-
The sun had long descended below the sill of Haraan's second story window, but the cold autumn air blowing into his room didn't seem to bother him as he hovered over his desk, refining a rough eagle sketch into a finished drawing. Colored pencils lay ignored in a pile to the side as his brown eyes concentrated on the ribbons of ink he was assiduously laying down onto the paper. Every so often, he caught himself humming a few bars from the mid-autumn festival— the village women had outdone themselves with their flutes that day— he lifted his head and brushed dark bangs out of his vision.
Mother's Day was coming up. Tomorrow, no less. Why did
-: Heritage - Chapter 2 :- by Hyunthesosarian, literature
Literature
-: Heritage - Chapter 2 :-
Haraan groaned as the sound of waves breaking on the shore assaulted his ears. His whole body from the ends of his toes to the top of his head ached, as if he swam all the way to the end of the Coastal Canal and back, and he resented the ocean's inability to comprehend that he wanted to sleep, and sleep badly.
Hey, wait a second, he thought. What am I doing lying on a beach?
Within the second he had hopped up from the sand onto both feet, his eyes open now—and then he remembered something, something about flippers, that made him tilt his head down to look at his arms and legs.
Arms and legs—
"I'm human!?"
He couldn't believe it. Ten fing
Whether they visited the capital city once to scratch some deep-seated tourist itch, or if they made regular trips for business, diplomacy, or entertainment, most ponies returned home with a word about Canterlot's exceptional weather. Grafted into the side of the Equestria's tallest mountain, the city soared above even the highest weather factories of Cloudsdale, and anypony standing on any of the capital's many balconies often saw a carpet of clouds swirling like sea foam beneath the city. Though Princess Celestia could raise the sun in any weather, thunderstorms had ways to kill the mood for any pony who journeyed to the Solar Plaza to watc
So it turned out to be more than a couple of weeks. Whoops
In the meantime, I may or may not have discovered the magic of friendship. So there is that.
What's up with everyone else?
~ Hyun
I'm just in super lurk mode right now, what with school and... work. Got myself employed over the summer at Best Buy, selling computers and whatnot. Not a bad lifestyle, but it sure leaves my creative time by the shitside.
Nevertheless, still breathing. And maybe, one day, I'll get back here in earnest.
Cheers to everyone!
~Hyun
Damn i was about to look up one of your old stories i loved to read (All your Haraan storys in fact xD ) but it´s no longer on your page, is there a way to look them up or so ?