Peter

=Peter's Portfolio=

Preposition Poem
In the ocean froM the land of menger sponges Outside a lava pit iNto the dark blue sea About midday, in terms of time Beneath the waves Off the coast of florida thAn fall into a thousand-foot pit To find 100 tons of gold.

Hint Fiction
THis is a pointlEss piece of hint fiction, i don't know why i'm writinG this, but it hAs to be written for soME reason.

Visual Vocabulary
1. The action of mocking. 2. Something so lacking in necessary qualities as to inspire ridicule; a laughing-stock. 3. Mimicry, imitation, now usually in a derogatory sense.
 * Mockery (noun):**

Blackout Poem
Madness

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Short Story - Walking Revenge
June 9, 50 DY (2084 AD) Mountain Home, Idaho

The Wanderer rode into town on this day, around noon, on a large brown horse, wearing plain armor consisting of steel chains, an aluminum chestplate and a leather vest. Nobody in the town knew why he was there, people normally just passed through for trading purposes, but he obviously wasn’t there for trading, as he did not have a cart and he was carrying a sword with him, and most trading is done by rail anyway. When he got into the town, the first thing he did was ask someone where the sheriff's office is, the person he asked pointed in the direction of what was, 60 years before, the courthouse, and is still used as such, but it also houses the sheriff’s office. He rode his horse to the sheriff's office and tied up his horse outside. The Wanderer walked up do the door and knocked on it. “Who is it?” said a voice from inside. “I am a traveler, I have come here to hunt down a criminal, and I need help finding him.” A moment later The Wanderer heard the lock on the door clicking and the door opened. The Sheriff, who was now standing in the doorway, was a tall man, and was wearing a leather jacket and a brown hat, his sword was by his side. “And what does this criminal look like?” he said. The Wanderer gave him an exact description of the man who committed the crime. “Yes, I remember this man,” said The Sheriff. “But before I tell you where he went, I’ll need to know what his crime was.” “He murdered my brother.” said The Wanderer. “I would also like to know what his name is.” “Ah, yes, that is a very serious crime,” The Sheriff said. “His name is George Walker, he came through here several weeks ago, he went into the mountains up north of here.” “Many thanks to you.” The Wanderer said. “I will be able to rest easy knowing that my brother’s death has been avenged.” “Ah, before you go,” said The Sheriff, and The Wanderer turned around when he said it. “ “I’m just going to warn you, this man, George Walker, is very dangerous, and there have been thieves causing trouble around here.” “Thanks for the warning.” The Wanderer said. After this brief conversation, The Wanderer set off for the mountains, by the time he reached them, it was night. Even though it was almost summer, he needed a fire, just to keep the animals away, so he found some wood (which was a bit difficult, because there aren’t many trees thee naturally), set a fire, tied up his horse, and went to sleep.

The next morning, when The Wanderer awoke, and saw that his horse was missing. After some searching, he found hoofprints leading up the mountain, so he began to follow them. After several hours of following the hoofprints, he found his horse tied up outside a cave, along with several others. The Wanderer decided that this cave must either be the lair of the thieves that have been causing trouble around the town, and he went in. The cave was very dark most of the time, and he had to navigate by feel alone, as he did not have any torches, but soon his eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he could see. Eventually, he saw a light in the distance and heard a noise that sounded like a person eating coming from that direction. He walked over in the direction of the light, quietly, so that whatever was making the noise didn’t hear him. And when he got there, he found a man, sitting near a fire, eating foo stolen from the town. This man was George Walker, the man who murdered The Wanderer’s brother was also the thief that had been causing trouble in the town! The Wanderer drew his sword and stepped out of the shadow, the man leaped up and pulled out a sword. “Who are you?” the man said. “Who I am is not important,” The Wanderer said. “But I am hunting the man known as George Walker, so that I may avenge my brother’s death.” “I am George Walker, and I am not going to die without a fight.” and with that last word the man lunged forward in an attempt to stab The Wanderer, he parried the attack, and stuck back at Walker, hitting him in the arm. The fight went on like this for several minutes, sometimes The Wanderer hit the man, sometimes the man hit The Wanderer. But then finally, The Wanderer god in a good strike with his sword, and the man, George Walker, collapsed. The fight was over, The Wanderer had avenged the death of his brother. He looked around, and saw that many supplies from the town were in the cave, stolen by George Walker in the weeks since he had arrived here. The Wanderer remembered that there were several horses outside, so he packed them with the supplies that were in the cave. With all of the horses packed, with the exception of his, of course, he rode back to the town of Mountain Home to return the missing supplies and horses.

When he returned to the town, he received a warm welcome from the sheriff and several of the townspeople. “So, I see you’ve returned, and with some things that were stolen from us by those thieves.” said the sheriff. “Yes, and there was only one thief, and it was the same man that had killed my brother.” said The Wanderer. “Well, we’re all glad that you’ve returned our missing supplies, you’ll be welcome to stay here any time you want.” And The Wanderer stayed there for several days, but after that, he rode off on his horse, and where he went, nobody in the town knows, but he was remembered in that town for many years afterwards.