Run Away

Copyright – EL Appleby

“Oh God, save me,” he was running away from some scary creature with a long wide trunk and small tusks, that were very much hidden under the shadow of the massive muscular monolith.

“How is it running so fast?” he glanced back and found that this elephant look-alike creature had hooves for his legs and…, “Has he got a black and white rear with a tail?”

His heart was throbbing and he couldn’t run any longer; all his concentration on the beast. He didn’t notice the valley looming before him and thence, he fell down, waking up from a dream.

* Written in response to Friday Fictioneers challenge and that too when I am half asleep.

Chudail: Creature of the Dark Hours

bright and entrancing

black seductive eyes,

nefarious as night

long flowing hair,

bloodless visage of

the corpse,

smeared red

the swollen lips,

with the torso

of a hyena,

she rises at dusk

walking across

the abandoned lands

on her retral feet,

snarling her

long-pitched intonation,

the young maiden

travels through

the night in her

drab grey apparel

looking out

for the lost souls

to prey upon

and subject them

to her succulent mouth;

the chudail

of the dark hours.

Poetry prompt:- Creature creation 

Here I tell a man’s story…

Here I tell a man’s story-

How he unleashed the power,

And achieved his glory.

Despite of the prevalent blood shower.

.

The man was adventurous,

Looking for the gold,

That is the most lustrous,

Which requires him to be quite bold.

.

He reached the bloody land.

Where there were present the relics of war,

He dug up the sand,

Till he reach the earth’s core.

.

Astounded, he found the big egg,

Made up of pure gold,

Without anyone’s reg,

He touched it, so cold.

.

The thunder rocked the sky-

And descended a big creature,

Scared, darkened color of deep fry,

And that very much tells about his feature.

.

The man, once terrified,

Did not know what to do,

And even cried,

And even peed, but not in the loo.

.

The creature sensed fear,

And spoke as if wanting man to adhere-

“Oh My Dear!

How dare you touch this sphere?”

.

The man was shaken,

But gained his sword ,

His body, nicely awaken,

Cut the head of the darkness’ lord.

.

The fight was won,

Which wasn’t a fight at all,

The deed was done,

The man’s head rose in pride tall.

.

Here comes the end of the story,

How a man unleashed the power,

And attained his false glory,

With no blood shower.

That was fun… I loved writing it. I know it is absurd, but that is the best thing about it, I think. Just for a quick laugh- yes, you can laugh reading this hopeless flop story.