The prisoners,
Feeling ease,In a land that they please.
They got here
In a little brown canoe that wobbled,
Going through the thick supernatural fog,
Landing on the sandy beach,
They were happy.
The island was
A paradise,
But now,
they're scared,
Wanting to leave their cells,
Leave the demons of humanity.
Insanity
Common now,
Screaming
Arguing
Then silence,
As haunting as
The death of a loved one.
Everywhere they saw,
Green demons ravaged the landscape,
They cried out their names,
Come to us
We can be your saviors.
But no,
The prisoners knew better,
They knew not to listen to
their guards,
That they must not lose
Their sanity.
The green demons were
The obstacles in life,
They must overcome them,
Defeat them.
Then they woke up,
And realized it was all a dream,
Not a dream
But a nightmare.
With new filled knowledge,
They went outside,
To the fresh scent
Of the peppermint leafs.
Good story sad. But I can't really see the color in your story
ReplyDeleteOkay, were you smoking some leaves when you wrote this. It seems a little trippy but I liked it nonetheless
ReplyDeletei liked your story but i think you could have used more poetic devices
ReplyDeleteI have no idea what was going on. First it was simple, they were on an island, then they just became scared from one second to the next, then green demons appeared from the landscape and tried to take them. Apart from the fact you also ripped off Lord Of The Flies, its sole good part was your poetic devices, which were well used.
ReplyDeleteI concur with Evert, except that I think you set fire to a whole WAREHOUSE full of ¨leaves¨, and then dived into the flames and started writing this story.
Nice Job. ;)