Empty Kingdom

Brandon’s words of wisdom

Brandon Ellrich, Writer/Author/Poet

Empty Kingdom

Princes and Ladies danced in the Hall,
	While Kings and Queens would feast;
Tapestries and paintings adorned the walls;
	Their riches would never cease.

But time and change are constant foes,
	Relentless in their pursuit;
The kingdom witnessed many woes,
	Their riches turned to loot.

Now the birds dance through the Hall,
	Partnered by the wind;
Ivy now adorns the walls,
	No feasting ne’er again.

Gold and riches, ye may amass,
	And may rise to power anon,
But things of this world cannot last,
	In an instant they are gone.

Ye may build your castle with strength of stone,
	Have riches beyond belief,
But be wary they do not leave you alone,
	Mired in sorrow and grief

Copyright © 2022 Brandon Ellrich

This poem was written in response to Simply 6 Minutes at Stine Writing. Please visit their page to participate and read other responses. (117 words)


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Deb’s silly story will have you chuckling!

nope, not pam

This post was written based on the following prompts:

Fandango’s Flash Fiction #184

Fandango’s Story Starter #63

What Do You See #151

Twiglet #296

Three Things Challenge #M83

Three Things Challenge #M84

Three Things Challenge #M85

Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 09/13/2022

When he decided to spy on his wife, the last thing he expected was to discover this. Now maybe is she’d been a badger, or a fox, or some sort of wildlife, he wouldn’t have been surprised. A spider though had been completely unexpected, and Marty, the earthworm, wondered how it would all end as he continued through the unlit corridors towards their home, where his beloved waited.

“Darling I’m back,” Marty called, as he entered the ballroom of the dilapidated castle, “How are the little ones?”

“Hungry,” Came the disgruntled response, “But its alright, another one of those delinquents moved in…

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Simply 6 Minutes- 9-13-22- Requiem for the Artful

Susan’s take on this building makes me think I’d like to be sleeping again!

Sillyfrog's Blog

Today’s prompt is:


I’d been walking for 3 days without food or fresh water.
Suddenly, there it was!
An ancient cathedral in the middle of this barren landscape.
Was it a mirage due to my exhaustion and near collapse?

Even as I approach, the craftsmanship is breathtaking! All the wooden parts of the structure have long since rotted away yet the builders’ intention of enduring beauty is crystal clear.
No modern-day contractors would even attempt such a project and it is quite doubtful that they could imagine any artful plan anyway. Beauty and divinity no longer matter in 2022, and our humanity shows graying fraying edges directly for that reason.

Sweat pours down my face burning my eyes and I startle awake. Outside of my parked car in the glare of the midday sun, is a Walmart.
My catnap inspired dream of wandering in the heat undernourished-nearly dying-was less…

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Diana conveys how memories affect so many people

Writer Ravenclaw

https://christinebialczak.com/category/photo-challenge/ and written for https://christinebialczak.com/category/stinewriting-2/

When I was younger, about ten years old, I was curious about my dad’s part in the second world war. He was a paratrooper. Part of the D Day landings, he also went through Italy to play his part to help win the war.

He spoke of a little church, which was in the middle of England and Germany fighting. Located somewhere in Italy. I’m not sure whether the church was bombed, but Dad spoke of the dilemma they faced because some of the German army were based there.

It was the only way they could get through the border and move further into occupied territory. I asked way too many questions – Being a child I was curious, but I understand now, how it must have affected Dad. Especially during Remembrance week. He never forgot his friends, never forgot the lives lost on both…

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Simply 6 Minutes – Returned

Trish tells a sad tale but perhaps it has a happy ending.


Countryside, by water, with the ruins of a church A Drowning Church: Shettihalli

Things are so changed

I’m out of place

I do not recognise this space.

I try to touch

Bare stone

Grey grass.

My hand through everything does pass.

It seems that I have been away

The years have gone

And left decay.

While I have lingered

Wasted time

Moved on while I lay sleeping.

Now what has woken up my soul

Returned me to this world?

If once I left this mortal coil

Then why am I reborn?

A call, a cry, birds circle high

A human calls in pain.

I flit and float and find the ground

Upon which wastes a babe.

Oh, what has happened here, sweet child?

Oh, why are you abandoned?

This must be why I’m called to earth

To save you is the challenge.

I sit beside you, desperate child

My presence holds off vultures.

All I can do to is…

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Brandon throws a loop right at the end!

Brandon Ellrich, Writer/Author/Poet

Dylan looked around the used bookshop with little more than a mild interest, but then something at the back of the shop caught his eye. There was a door with caution tape across it in an “X” and the tape read “Crime Scene Do Not Cross.” Naturally, his curiosity got the better of him. He looked around to make sure no one was watching before he casually sauntered toward the door. He pretended to look at some books near the doorway, and when he was sure that no one noticed, he turned the knob, opened the door and peeked inside. He heard a voice behind him, so he swiftly entered the room and shut the door. He could hear muffled sounds all around him and he quickly realized they seemed to be coming from the books themselves!

He cautiously took a book from the shelf and opened the cover. It…

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Simply 6 Minutes – She Comes

Raven speaks to the news of Queen Elizabeth

About the Jez of It

Inspired by and written for Simply 6 Minutes – thank you, Christine

As a poet, I noodle about with words, and this prompt seems to be noodling with my noodles. The sonnet form is the Beginning of the Line Rhymed Sonnetwhich I will work around the format for the English Sonnet. Here goes…


She Comes
Form: Beginning of the Line Rhymed Sonnet

Hail, the beauty of the lake as she comes
Skin is pale yet bright as the Mother moon
Fail ye not to accept her living grace
Intended delight in her touch divine

Fair is her majesty upon this night
When she ascends from the depths of the lake
Bearing the sword so she can claim her king
Then shall we dance to the old pagan songs

Claiming our lands once stolen in bloodshed
By murder then our mother tongue was lost
Blaming the old ways of…

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Blogging Insights NF # 53


“A blog is a message in a bottle, both in purpose and likely readership.” Robert Breault

Dr. Tanya is the host of Blogging Insights. Join in here: https://saltedcaramel670.wordpress.com/2022/09/12/blogging-insights-nf-53/

I don’t agree that it is “a message in a bottle” in purpose, but possibly in readership.
To me, a message in a bottle is meant to send some secret or valuable piece of information to someone unknown for the pure purpose of sharing a secret that would otherwise disappear in time. Blogging is meant to be a place to share information and writing that can be timeless and for anyone to enjoy, not hope to benefit through.
Readership though is less broad as blogs begin to narrow down to smaller groups unless you are consciously interacting with people outside your “circle”. I have always mentioned that no one I know really reads my blog, outside of the blogging world. I used to have my posts go to Facebook and I know a few people would read things there but there were other issues so I stopped having them go there. My posts go to LinkedIn, I think, or they used to, but I never got outside responses.
For me, blogging is a place for me to practice what I love and get feedback. It is a place to find new ways of doing things and of interacting with others. There are a few blogging friends that I consider friends now because there has been so much interaction but I often wonder what would happen if I stopped blogging. We don’t exchange real personal information or demographics so once I’m gone I guess no one can even find me.

Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 09/13/2022

Welcome to the 6 minute challenge!

Today’s prompt is:

10 Mysterious Places in India w/ The Broke Backpacker

This is a picture of the countryside with a small body of water. On the edge of the water stands the old stone structure of a church or a castle. The house is beyond repair.

*****For any participants that do NOT like restrictions, please feel free to participate in any way you would like. It is great to read the contributions!****

  1. Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
  2. You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
  3. Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
  4. After you are done writing, include your word count and then post back to this page #Simply6Minutes or include your link in the comments section. Pingbacks are enabled.
  5. *Feel free to leave your work completely unedited. I believe it is good to see, especially for new writers, that even very seasoned writers don’t write a perfect first draft.*
  6. Have fun, challenge yourself if you’d like, read and respond to others’ posts.

Thank you for participating!