Poetry of Everything
I have uploaded a new story of fan fiction on Archive of Our Own (AO3) and FanFiction.net in the Star Trek Lower Decks fandom of the adventures of Beckett Mariner and Petra Aberdeen in the continues saga of Mariner’s and Petra’s Incredible Adventures.
Go check them out here on AO3:
Mariner and Petra’s Incredible Adventures
Or, on FanFiction.net:
ST LD – Mariner’s and Petra’s Incredible Adventures
I have uploaded several stories of fan fiction onArchive of Our Own(AO3)andFanFiction.netof the adventures ofThe Bad Batch, Star Wars The Clone Wars, The Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett!
These tales follow completely original story lines diverging from theStar Warscanon. All of them being pure fan fiction akaFanon.Naturally! Still paying homage to the original series.
Go check them out here on AO3:
The Odd Couple
The Weapon
Keep your head down
Swim Dammit!
The past and presence of Luthen Rael
Not all is what it seems on Ferrix
Ten times Echo complained and one time he did not, complain
Wrecker, our Hero!
Safety above all
Or, on FanFiction.net:
TBB – TWC – The Odd Couple
TCW – The Weapon (BacaraNeyo)
Andor – Keep your head down (CintaVel…
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“A seat, not with wheels, but something better, which leads to a rocking motion, soothing and well, perhaps lulling the seated one, to a sleepy existence” Gun Roswell
Another Rocker of a Chair to sit on
The old school chair, still has its lure, the oddly shaped legs of it, not really the four excepted, rather reminiscent more of a sleigh, gliding across the floor, but still, remaining where it was laid.
The rocking back and forth, might just seem odd, then again, if the sitter, lets its affects gain control, on the body and perhaps even the soul, then soon enough, a sense of calm will be gained and then, falling asleep somewhat deep or perhaps not, but at least a nap of sorts.
And it will all be thanks, to this rocker of a chair from the past.
Living by a body of water, certainly is on the bucket list of plenty of dwellers, but yeah, it would be totally great live there“ Gun Roswell
House by the lake
A house, built on top of the rocky hill, gives the onlooker chills, as it’s just by a cool looking lake, and that kind of a place, is just the best, at least during the seasons where the temperatures are warm and totally nice, the weather somewhat mild, and chilling down by the calming lake, well, there really is no better place, for spring or summer.
But, when the damp and cold October winds start, the house by the lake is starting to feel less of a place nice, with the howling winds and pouring rain, leaving a bunch of stains all over, the cold seething into the old bones… but the warming fires inside and out, keep them warm way into the darkest of nights, making the feel and looks all cozy without a fright.
And then soon enough, it is winter time, the freezing ice covering the lake, and then things don’t look as loaded with strife, as the old skates come off the hook, taking it out there on the lake, swirling around on the icy cover on a sunny but cold day, and hey, all bundled up and prepared, the house by the lake is simply great, no matter the season, so yeah, no complaints!
“There is just something so ape like, like going back in time, whenever one gets a chance to hang from a fancy lamp, a chandelier therms call it!“ Gun Roswell
Hanging on a chandelier
The brightly lit, glimmering glitzy glam tacky bling bling of an ornament hung from the tallest spot on the best one there on the dot of very roof, which was supporting the house from rain hail and all the things non too nice for sure.
But when the darkness falls, and the other lights are set to lowest of lows, that is when the bling of a thing takes its spotlight, shining brightly, the dangles from it reflecting all the rainbow colours on to the walls.
And when that happens, there is a ball, even if it’s held for just the one person, who likes it just so, because then they can dance and brawl all alone, before finally taking it to the max and climbing up the rack, because hanging from the real fancy lamp, is certainly a must y’all.
“A house made of glass and steel, looks so modern, it’s hard to feel, but there is something there, if you care to touch it“ Gun Roswell
All the angles
Staring up into the skies, all the angles just to spy, the structure above my head, made out of steel but mostly, glass, scary in a way, as if broken it would be made, all the shards cutting through, whatever soft things they would fall upon.
But worry not, the structure is quite solid, even if staring at it would be for hours on end, nothing will be dropping down on your face, so enjoy the odd structure made to see right through, as it certainly is something special for the right kinds of views.
“An alien life form or a regular plant? Well, could go either way, as it is close to Halloween” Gun Roswell
Feed me Seymour, feed me will ya!
The tentacle like appendixes sticking out, from a clearly starving mouth, trying to push out a struggled kind of a shout, but nothing really too loud so not to scare the natives around, standing there gawking in awe, as to what kind of a flora this just might be?
But, what if the pretty think would suddenly growl, and make a demand, perhaps for some food to eat? Give it just one little treat? How would the onlooker, nay, gawker react to that? Perhaps getting too scared to do anything? Or then simply give the pretty bigger some food after all?
No matter, just be fare and give the monster plant its fair share and then, you two can be the best friends forever, at least, until the time the flowery friend, gets the munchkins and will eat the feeding hand!
Happy Halloween to one and all, and do feed the plants before they devour us all!
“If you want to be one, then just be whom ever you want to be, even a cupcake!” Gun Roswell
Be a cupcake
If you don’t feel like being ordinary, bring just like everyone else, just like the out of the box version of every single fellow human walking the streets, then perhaps, you are on a quest for something quite different, something unique and the perfect thing which will you most certainly separate yourself from the rest of everyone else.
And once you have decided, not that it is written in stone and it needs to be the one permanent decision for the rest of your life, then no, as you can try several more on for size, before you even have to decide, and be advised, there are so many great options out there, so do, go out there and explore until you find what you seek.
And so, whatever you want to become, is there for the taking, and do forget all that hating, because those doing it, are simply jealous because they are not able or willing to choose this exceptional experience, of being something else, even for a moment, if only for a fantasy try.
“The unicoloured monochromatic construct reaching for the dark skies… could this be built by ancient aliens or simply futuristic humans?“ Gun Roswell
An alien looking construct
Touching the sky, ever so lightly, and perhaps because of that it is radiating the brightest of lights, even with the material concrete, but it is no more or no less illuminating, reflecting ever so softly, all that pretty light from the above skies.
Some say, it was built by ancients from the very past, built so it would last the testament of time, while others claim in one loud chime, that it just popped up there only yesterday like child’s play, but it does not really matter when or whom it was which structured the building, not painted or guilds, as it certainly is a beacon for us all, standing ever so tall.
So, what remains for us mere mortals to do, is to simply look up and this construct adore, give it the adoration it deserves and bask, bask away in the guiding light as it all blurs, into the surrounding neighbourhood.
“I seem to have only few moods these days, three to be exact and honestly, they are simply variations of each other” Gun Roswell
Three moods to be exact
There are times when one’s mood could be described as happy, even chipper with a laugh way too loud, maybe?
And then there are those times, more often so these days, when the one single mood, even if it was assumed they were three different ones, but totally so, they are the same, and this is where the poem start the writer to blame.
The blue, the grey and then morphing into the very dark, the idea of becoming totally snide with a loud bark, even if the whole idea perhaps none too smart.
Alas, it was a time of regress, if this special state needed to be confessed, moving away from the fun and sun, even people who seemed to be always and everywhere around.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 