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ysabetwordsmithThis poem is spillover from the October 2020 Creative Jam. It was inspired by a prompt from wyld_dandelyon. It also fills the "demons" square in my 10-1-20 card for the Fall Festival Bingo. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with fuzzyred. It belongs to the series Not Quite Kansas.
Warning: This poem contains intense and controversial topics. Highlight to read the more detailed warnings, some of which are spoilers. It includes feeling lost, an unprovoked attack, hellhounds, violence, gore, unexpected rescue, playing with prey, fatally injured opponents, minor injuries to main characters, awkward discussions, willing sacrifice, intimate magical healing, and other challenges. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.
This microfunded poem is being posted one verse at a time, as donations come in to cover them. The rate is $0.25/line, so $5 will reveal 20 new lines, and so forth. There is a permanent donation button on my profile page, or you can contact me for other arrangements. You can also ask me about the number of lines per verse, if you want to fund a certain number of verses. So far sponsors include:fuzzyred,
355 lines, Buy It Now = $44.50
Amount donated = $10
Verses posted = 13 of 118
Amount remaining to fund fully = $34.50
Amount needed to fund next verse = $0.25
Amount needed to fund the verse after that = $0.75
"The Struggle Against Overwhelming Odds"
[Friday, October 19, 2018]
They had tried again
to find Raymond's doppel,
with no more success.
They were walking home
when they saw a shadow
move against the light.
"Oh, that's not good,"
Raymond muttered.
"Yeah, we might have
attracted the wrong kind
of attention by searching for
not-quite-you," Gideon said.
"I'll do the best that I can."
Taking a deep breath, he
spread his hands in front of
them, new magic stretching
like strings of warm taffy.
The shield didn't hold, though.
Desperate, Gideon cast
another one, and this time
it stayed up, though it
wasn't very strong.
Two people jumped at
them, then four, then six.
One of the attackers
tangled in the taffy shield.
Raymond took down another.
Gideon actually thought that
they might get through this okay,
when the hellhounds attacked.
There were at least four of them,
leaping in from the sides, but
they were so fast that it was
impossible to keep count.
Gideon stuck to Raymond as
close as he could, relying on
the bigger man to protect him
physically while Gideon struggled
to muster up a magical attack.
* * *
Notes:
This poem is long, so its notes appear elsewhere.
[To be continued ...]
wyld_dandelyon. It also fills the "demons" square in my 10-1-20 card for the Fall Festival Bingo. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with fuzzyred. It belongs to the series Not Quite Kansas.Warning: This poem contains intense and controversial topics. Highlight to read the more detailed warnings, some of which are spoilers. It includes feeling lost, an unprovoked attack, hellhounds, violence, gore, unexpected rescue, playing with prey, fatally injured opponents, minor injuries to main characters, awkward discussions, willing sacrifice, intimate magical healing, and other challenges. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.
This microfunded poem is being posted one verse at a time, as donations come in to cover them. The rate is $0.25/line, so $5 will reveal 20 new lines, and so forth. There is a permanent donation button on my profile page, or you can contact me for other arrangements. You can also ask me about the number of lines per verse, if you want to fund a certain number of verses. So far sponsors include:
fuzzyred, 355 lines, Buy It Now = $44.50
Amount donated = $10
Verses posted = 13 of 118
Amount remaining to fund fully = $34.50
Amount needed to fund next verse = $0.25
Amount needed to fund the verse after that = $0.75
"The Struggle Against Overwhelming Odds"
[Friday, October 19, 2018]
They had tried again
to find Raymond's doppel,
with no more success.
They were walking home
when they saw a shadow
move against the light.
"Oh, that's not good,"
Raymond muttered.
"Yeah, we might have
attracted the wrong kind
of attention by searching for
not-quite-you," Gideon said.
"I'll do the best that I can."
Taking a deep breath, he
spread his hands in front of
them, new magic stretching
like strings of warm taffy.
The shield didn't hold, though.
Desperate, Gideon cast
another one, and this time
it stayed up, though it
wasn't very strong.
Two people jumped at
them, then four, then six.
One of the attackers
tangled in the taffy shield.
Raymond took down another.
Gideon actually thought that
they might get through this okay,
when the hellhounds attacked.
There were at least four of them,
leaping in from the sides, but
they were so fast that it was
impossible to keep count.
Gideon stuck to Raymond as
close as he could, relying on
the bigger man to protect him
physically while Gideon struggled
to muster up a magical attack.
* * *
Notes:
This poem is long, so its notes appear elsewhere.
[To be continued ...]
