10 Minute Tales

Jun 17 - Today's A Break

Sorry, family called me down for Star Wars. Since I haven't watched it before (it's number 8, I've seen up to 7) I might take tonight off. There's no two ways about it, it's going to influence what I write, so in order to keep my writing original I don't plan to write tonight. Sorry to disappoint the readers >.<"

Well, um, I still want to get up to 500 words to keep this writing thing up, maybe I should make a bio of one of my characters? Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

Stoutstone is a name I keep using for a dwarf character. Based on a character on an MMO, he's typically a keen marksman. He often has a tamed silver wolf called Timber that seems to be more intelligent than typical wolves, and is very defensive of Stoutstone. The dwarf stands at about 4' tall, and sports a magnificent beard about the length of his torso. He keeps this pretty well trimmed, often braiding it if it's getting out of hand, but sometimes he likes to let it hang wild and bush out. His favoured weapon is a good old-fashioned rifle, though he's able to use other ranged weapons like bows. He used to be able to handle thrown weapons like daggers, but he's since dropped that. He uses lower-grade blasting powder when he's with Timber to make sure that if his aim is thrown off, the wolf isn't hurt too badly. However, when trekking alone he uses blasting powder he himself made. He takes pride in his guns, often tweaking them with scopes and special ammunition to give them more oomph. He's typically a solo adventurer, but he's not unwilling to join his allies to clear out particularly dangerous areas. He comes from a time of war so is unafraid to do what must be done. Don't really know what more to add and I'm still about 180 words shy, so, um...
Well, I made some poetry a couple of days ago as part of the writing group I attended. They're both themed on various cliches as part of the writing, so here they are!

They say the grass is greener on the other side.
I'll do my damnedest to get there.
A ladder to climb, a rope to hang on the fence.
All it takes is a leap of faith.
Now I'm on the other side.
But I don't see any grass at all.

If love is blind, why can I see?
I've known you for years.
I adore your every sway, your every note.
I've wanted you to be mine for as long as I've known you...
And yet, I can still see. Do you even know I'm here?

The writing group liked them both, though I thought the first was the stronger of the two. With the cliches of both poems being in the first lines, there isn't really much more for me to add. Feel free to let me know what you think of them. For now, though, all I have to say is... Phoenix out!