Ripe

Another night had come, but with it, it brought the first semblance of peace that Tystnad had known in some time. Overlooking the roof of the world, he sat on the cliff ledge with his feet dangling down. Cradled in the clouds, hung the swollen moon; bursting with the crisp wintery light that suffused the … Continue reading Ripe

Misfit

The ring of fire crackled with ferocious intensity as the flames reached ever higher to lick the night sky. Lit from below, the charge of dark faces looked even more maniacal as they hungrily surged through the raging magical inferno that had claimed many of their endless numbers. But not nearly enough... They advanced in … Continue reading Misfit

Ornament

The light flickered... ...and his eyes opened... ...to the green-yellowish glow of the lantern burning from above. The small flame held nothing of the comforting warmth of the soft suffused light one would expect. Instead, its sickly hue only made the dark room more unsettling. With only the single lantern to cast shadows upon the … Continue reading Ornament

Wild

The horde of marauders pummeled their way through the conifers, knocking down clumps of snow from the shivering crowns. The spruces shuddered with their passing, there where the forest stood witness to a growing army that seemed unwavering and determined in their ascent up the mountain. It was not hard for the great owl to … Continue reading Wild

Legend

There was little for a girl to do on the winding road to the Capital, even if she was in the company of a band of travelling gypsies. Musicians, performers, artists and soothsayers - wandering free folk that went were the magic drew them. Surely someone could dazzle the imaginative young mind of a merchant's … Continue reading Legend

Overgrown

For anyone who ventured close to the murky edges of the Dreadwood, a deadening feeling often presaged their passage into its dusk-shrouded treeline. Despite its torpefying effects, it beckoned unwitting travellers forward, inward, and then devoured them, never to be seen again. As more souls were lost to its insatiable hunger, the trade routes that … Continue reading Overgrown

Dragon

The capital was a sprawling metropolis of rising spires that pierced the sky, and ornate domes carved in the depictions of a thriving nation. The city was not only a cultural epicentre, but a bastion of power, with nearly as many watchtowers, garrisons, and barracks spread over its rises as the halls, the temples and … Continue reading Dragon

Snow

The feathery flakes hung suspended in the air; the sixfold symmetry of the tiny crystals flawlessly intact, despite the raging blizzard that eternally ravaged the mountainside. But even eternity could be frozen, it seemed. Eternity could be trapped in time as a disquieting scene of cold and unfathomable terror - a terror preserved on the … Continue reading Snow

Swing

The sun beamed down lazily to straddle her outstretched figure; its rays warm and seductive as it made her sigh in soft ecstasy, dappling her skin with its incandescent glow. The touch of broken light felt almost teasing as it shone through the orange blossoms, whose fragrance lured her to savour the sweet taste of Spring. She lay there … Continue reading Swing

Frail

Blackblade stumbled out of the tavern into the cool night air. The mercenary's mind was hazy with the heady brews that the barkeep had been serving, and as he sagged against the doorpost, he knew he had too much to drink. Supporting himself, he shoved his broad frame upright and looked around; vision blurred by … Continue reading Frail

Enchanted

" ...the properties of the stone. Have you tested it before?" asked the mage, as he carefully turned the precious mineral in his hand. "Oh no, no. Certainly not. That would besmirch the quality and consequently affect its value..." Answered like a true swindler. Did the man really believe the scripts he was selling to … Continue reading Enchanted

Husky

A balmy heat clung to the air as the blazing sun beat down mercilessly. The treetops swam in hazy vibrations against the clear sky as they silently listened to the cicadas that assembled their choir. She stepped out of the hut, adjusting the weathered straw hat on her wild head, and fell onto the nearby … Continue reading Husky

Build

The whip cracked against the large back of the gladiator, nearly causing him to drop the heavy wooden beam he was shouldering to the excavation site. "Faster!" The overseer was spitting his commands in ruthless succession... His hand must have ached with the lashes he dealt to the throng of exhausted labourers. That frail little … Continue reading Build

Mindless

Pain. Agony. His torment was sealed in the torn musculature pulled by the cement-like mud through which he waded. The rains had been plentiful. The wetland was a merciless force of torture... dragging his dreary movements two steps back for every one he planted forward. He was swallowed again and again by the sloshy footholds … Continue reading Mindless

Ring

He stumbled amid the shifting obscurity of twisted shadowy boles. His breath was ragged with exhuastion; deep, violent intakes of air bathed his lungs in the suffocating fear of the feverish night. He felt his heart clawing to be released; the rising palpitations unleashing a pounding beast that could no longer be confined by the … Continue reading Ring

Reminiscence and the 90’s – A Wallflower’s Way of Recalling the Greatest Decade in History

As an introvert, an idealist and a thinker - descriptions that have become synonymous to my wallflower handle - it stands to reason that I spend a great deal of time in reflection. More often than not, these reflections take me back to the magic decade of the 90's. Unsurprisingly, that classifies me as a reminiscer. However, reminiscence is much like a double-edged sword, being purposeful in some regards, but also defensive in others. Do we venture through past memories in elation, or are they perhaps escapist at its core? To answer this, one needs to delve into the very spirit of the decade. Upon such exploration, one may find that the 90's was a harbinger to a few key lessons that hold relevance... even now...

The Novice’s Guide to Constructing Inner Worlds – Part 2: A State of CALM

Your inner world is a mental retreat blueprinted on idealism and imagination. At times however, a free flow of thought sets loose a host of inner battles. And we become our own greatest adversaries. Wars are not meant to be waged unchecked across the delicate peace of your private domain. A state of CALM is a weapon to beat down the watchful dragons of our mental bounty, before they ravage the free-bound landscape of your personal fantasy.

Bittersweet Bravery and the Ballad of a Broken Heart

Your very soul stirs the shift of a season...And in the winter of your absence...I find a comfort in the summer of your memory. Bittersweet /ˌbɪtəˈswiːt/ Adorned with the quality of awakening a sensation of pleasure, tinged with traces of longing and heartache. The description given to that indescribable mix of emotion that preludes the … Continue reading Bittersweet Bravery and the Ballad of a Broken Heart

AfrikaBurn – Seeking the “Golden Repair”

Freedom permits us a space that is rife with the possibilities to disassemble, break, and destroy, in order to remake, reshape, and realign. But the acceptance of such a faculty demands a great deal of vigilance from those who desperately sought it out in the first place. In truth, when we seek freedom, we do … Continue reading AfrikaBurn – Seeking the “Golden Repair”

An Admonition to the ‘Wolf’ – When the Guy Code Backfires

Admonition /ˌadməˈnɪʃ(ə)n/ A stern rebuke of non-negotiable standards and conduct, that meaningfully administers a warning to the culprit of such actions. A denunciation of harmful beliefs and practices that serves to reprimand the wielder or agent of their actions. A harangue that firmly draws boundaries and makes another attentive to their disillusionment. Let's talk openly … Continue reading An Admonition to the ‘Wolf’ – When the Guy Code Backfires

The Myth of the Courtship of Wisdom

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Legend has it that once there were three deities who were the cradle to the nature of humanity: Memory, Passion and Reason. Reason, the youngest of the three, was muse to the weavings of logic. She was garbed in the calm composure of her temperament, and her thinking was measured and refined. Poised and pragmatic, … Continue reading The Myth of the Courtship of Wisdom