ThePoetOfSteel

     This event is a little different than my others. I will start a story, and others finish the other half! NO ENDING IS CANON! How it works: The first half will be down below! Anyone with a blog can join!, just link your part in the comments! If you do not have access to a blog, just submit it through the contact form! (The 3 lines in the upper left corner, to the bottom) Most importantly, HAVE FUN! First half:      I drove through the forest on my moterbike, my heart pounding faster than I could think. What do they want with me? I thought. 2 Hummers moved in closer, and attempted to catch me off guard. I made a sharp turn from a redwood, and one of the Hummers crashed into the tree. The one left, however, decided that that wasn't nice. Making a swift turn, it was right on my tail, creeping up steadily.       If I don't do something fast, I'm toast! Like, buttered with eggs! As I attempted to plot an escape, there was a large ravine  ...

 I walk down the street at night To go trick or treat Some costumes not as good But others pretty neat I take the candy and I go Every single time But one house makes me stop As I see a dangling vine Spiders lay on the lawn And torches delight With cobwebs so realistic It gave me such a fright Spooky scary skeletons Won't scare me one bit Because the scariest thing to jump at me Was the pumpkin!

Mark's Note: This post is exclusive to this blog! You will not find it on the Nexus of Writers, which is where I write a majority of my work. I hope you enjoy, and keep an eye out on this blog! Not only will there be more Mark Borne works exclusive to this blog, but the Poet of Steel posts some pretty awesome stuff you'll want to see! There comes a time in every knight’s life when there is nothing left to fight, or the knight is unable to fight any longer. It is the most dreaded feeling any could ever experience, and none managed to make it through without their own fair share of tears. Knights, after all, were trained to fight. Once that training becomes useless, their life begins to yield no merit.                 And as Jason sat among his fellow knights, this feeling sank over him, enveloping him in a darkness that could not be described. He barely listened to the chatter of his friends, and barely even ...

The Lawn By Mark Tarver “Don’t go on his lawn!” Kate shouted, as I halted to a stop. My favorite soccer ball, with white parts replaced with gray and black parts replaced blue, landed on Mr. Cropper’s lawn, the WORST neighbor ever. “That chump? Please, I’m not afraid of him!” But the truth was that I had slight discomfort with this. He always takes kids toys and never gives them back. Timothy’s trike, Sarah’s football, Jack’s Nerf Laser Ops Pro – any toy, gone. And, yes, he’s a stereotyped neighbor who is rude. And the elderly has an excuse because somethings in the modern age SUCK! But he’s only in his 30’s. And the CREPPY house. It’s an olive green with a red-brown mixed trim, and 2 stories of fear, like 1 wasn’t enough. Also, a tiny statue on the top of his triangle roof of a screaming man holding a “RUN… WHILE YOU CAN!” sign doesn’t help either. OF COURSE, he doesn’t have a drive way, so I can’t hide behind his car for cover. But this soccer ball was a present from my ...