Musings from a slightly sagacious sideline bloomer with a love of words and whimsy…
Inverse /ˈɪnvəːs,ɪnˈvəːs/ noun A phase, feeling or position opposite in its shape, order, direction, or effect; most often encountered in a season that calls for change. I was in a flux state of loosened inhibitions... I entered the new year through a semi-stupored haze of top-shelf liquor, white cotton shirts, the building thrum of trance … Continue reading The Dilemma of Inverses and the Outlook on a New Decade
Tystnad knew only the nightmare, until his dream became a fading farrago of sky and fire, of crimson and blue - that made him open his eyes to the dark... At least, until his eyes adjusted. And then his vision was filled with the blotted grey of a cave mouth, with its walls curving outward … Continue reading Injured
Stormclouds rolled in from the east, as if in challenge to the tempest being unleashed on the field of battle. The earth around him had been torn apart. What had once been a lush valley was now but a blasted land bearing nothing but the bones of an unholy crusade. The mage had yet again … Continue reading Ride
The Dreadwood. A fowl name for an equally fowl place. Blackblade had heard it mentioned before, albeit in whispers, and fleetingly. Those who had survived the worst of its evil allure spit their words like bile when describing it... wishing desperately that they would not be expected to dwell on those dark memories for too … Continue reading Coat
Death. In his mortal existence, the necromancer had been obsessed with its call. And now in lieu with the shadow eternal, it was all mortal memory that he retained; a shred from a former life that had long since given sway before the dark beauty of the abyss. Now, he no longer answered the call. … Continue reading Dark
Ways of the Wallflower 