I’ll never have that story.
I’ll never know what it was like to carry them for nine months.
I’ll never be a part of their birth story. 251 more words
[ Just a warning, things edge into more mature territory. Some language and questionable content ahead!]
“This seems like a bad idea.” Krill muttered those words for the third time in the many hours of their trip as they rode hastily by Tusk’s small rattling wooden cart. 1,885 more words
Delighted to actually write my first ever sonnet, yesterday, after being introduced to it by Phil Pidluznyj at the Monday Night Creative Writing and Self-Publishing class. 478 more words
By Clark Ashton Smith
For Ubbo-Sathla is the source and the end. Before the coming of Zhothaqquah or Yok-Zothoth or Kthulhut from the stars, Ubbo-Sathla dwelt in the steaming fens of the newmade Earth: a mass without head or members, spawning the grey, formless efts of the prime and the grisly prototypes of terrene life . 2,939 more words