Dreamscape 9/21/2018

Only two people remained on earth after a virus annihilated most of the life on earth. There remained one male and one female. The future of the human race rested in their reproducing. Problems arose when they discovered that she was not able to have children. She had undergone tubal ligation in order to prevent child birth. Luckily the man was a doctor and knew how to reverse the procedure. Unfortunately, most supplies were destroyed from quarantine. They needed to search far and wide for the population saving procedure while avoiding zombie attacks.

Dreamscape 9/6/2018

In a post apocalyptic world ensuing from a nuclear war, a small society of humans remained. Members of this society learned survival in their everyday lives due to difficult living conditions. Although most life on Earth ceased to exist, lizards underwent mutation and became monstrous beings much like dinosaurs. Among mankind there were only a select few individuals willing to stand up to the tyrant lizards. I was the one of the only humans to take action because I was the only one able to reach the prophecy that foretold the beasts' weaknesses,

A Summer's Day

"A Summer's Day" by Brandon Shaffer

The sun was shining on my face.

I rose to meet its warm embrace.

There were several people making rounds.

There was a cacophony of nature sounds.

Water rippled here and there.

Wind caressed my soft brown hair.

A lone squirrel scampered up a tree.

How wonderful it is to be.

There's a summer's night to every summer's day.

As the night grows old, beauty shall stay.

Crass was vivid and green with age.

Around me hung sweet violet sage.

While sitting in nature I caught a glimpse 

Of Ronald and the friendly nymphs.

I greeted Ronald with a smile.

I'll spend some time with him awhile. 

A Wolf in the Dollhouse

"A Wolf in the Dollhouse" by Brandon Shaffer

A wolf is in the dollhouse;

No one knows why.

Leaving no room for a mouse.

The fox we do try.

The fox, very unintelligent,

Places gold in our hands.

I, the centaur, wise and violent,

Watch our bag ever expand.

The wolf sends a wink.

He is finally done.

The fox's possession soon shrinks,

It is we who have won.

Or maybe it was the creator who won;

His hand reaching in to grab our small souls.

Swiftly the wolf and I spun

The fox seized through the large window hole.

We laughed and we jested.

I was us who escape.

Our luck has been tested.

We leave the window no longer agape.

The Red Mage

Red mage refers to a class of wizard in Final Fantasy that can use the power of the elements to either wound enemies or heal allies. As a child, my best friend and I would play "Final Fantasy" and the read mage was his favorite job.

"The Red Mage" by Brandon Shaffer

Hazel eyes shine,

Shine from under a hat.

Under hat so abundant in fur.

Crying to me with the wink of an eye.

I cast down my defenses.

He approaches with ease.

My mysterious friend strikes a fanciful pose.

Lightning strikes the ground at his feet.

A small crater takes place in the soil.

The crimson wizard slams the ground with great force.

To the surface slithers a miniature serpent.

In the red mage's hand, it becomes petrified.

Fire,

Brimstone,

A crazed incantation.

Smoke rolls from his nose 

While red gleams in his eyes.

Fire bursts from his fingers,

Sparking the serpent.

The mage inhales deeply;

The apparatus does sigh.

From Sweet to Bitter

Awhile back, I wrote the poem "Sweet Insanity," detailing my mental health during a manic state. I have written another poem similar but when I was sorely depressed and mentally unstable.

"From Sweet to Bitter" by Brandon Shaffer

Dead silence all around me,

The voice inside explodes.

Shrieks from deep within me,

I can fight no more.

There's a pilot commandeering 

A portion of my brain.

The more he skews his steering,

The more I go insane.

A voice once beautiful.

A voice once euphonious,

Now is a voice of anger and suffering.

Mental barriers bind him,

The monster trapped within.

Blood curdling screams curse my ears,

Although the voice, as a blessing appeared.

Chilling my blood;

Shaking my soul,

Every moment, I battle this ghoul. 

This battle, I need to win

Or I'll be trapped by my mind's prison.

Dreamscape 7/1/2018

Creative writing has been such a large part of my life that my creativity has carried over into the realm of dreams. I don't always dream but all of the dreams I experience are vivid. Immediately after these dreams, I whip out my journal and record ideas for a writing venture. Which reminds me, ALWAYS KEEP A JOURNAL, you never know when inspiration could hit you.

A boy awakens to familiar songs after being abducted by aliens. He is completely oblivious to the fact that he is now the aliens' test rat. The environment they put him in is exactly identical to his day-to-day life. Even his friends are shown in the illusion. As days go by, he notices small glitches in the simulation that let him now that he is not in his world. He continues to follow the illusion in order to trick the aliens while he thinks of an escape plan. One day, he finds one of the glitches and dives through it. He runs, grabs a parachute, and escapes the alien ship.