Writing on Caffeine
The ancestors wanted their Magics back safely in their own corporeal arms. And that meant that the Book of Pattegon had to be stolen from the Inner Council itself. 3,936 more words
1 month ago
And me on a buckskin pony with eyes like blue electricity and a mane like tangled fire, galloping up the hill and right off into the high heaven of the world. 1,595 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
Pilgrim of Eormen
NeedleInTheHay.net called it “lyrical beauty”. I like that. The challenge this time came, fittingly enough, from a dead man: Martin Heidegger.
Man acts as though he were the shaper and master of language, while in fact language remains the master of man.
2 months, 3 weeks ago
The ancestors wanted their Magics back safely in their own corporeal arms. And that meant that the Book of Pattegon had to be stolen from the Inner Council itself. 2,550 more words
3 months ago
In a city not dissimilar to our own, one made of concrete, rock and human bone, one etched with the lines of eroding time, one that etched itself onto human skin, in that city a little girl got lost. 1,271 more words
3 months, 3 weeks ago
How do you cure a non-biological disease? This week you will be able to read the conclusion of the story which started HERE and was rewritten… 346 more words
Hello, Monday! Breaking with tradition, I’ve decided to upload something on time. Please enjoy an update to the story from before entitled: I Live Forever. 756 more words
4 months ago