#fog
#1 of writing prompts a short spooky drabble i wrote for a horror word prompt on twitter. the word was fog. misjudging the time. my own fault. the sun, lowering in the distance, spills bright red across the earth.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 3
Before sleeping, he would write a prayer of safety, the long scribble of his handwriting covering a parchment scrap. then he would stuff it between the branches of his firetree and press the catch, setting it ablaze.
Writing to Caroline
#1 of writing to caroline this is the story of walter, a writer who's not really appreciated for his work and he's bitterly lonely. girls just don't really get into him.
Weird Writings
Me can write book and it get the out there 'p' word. meebe me write 2 fast. me need right slow and take time make sure it all correct good. me try write on key thingie in front of shiny screen but me word no come out good.
Poem #71: A Snow Globe
#72 of poetry assignment #1 of my creative writing poetry class in college. it's 1 out of 8. it's an extended metaphor for people and their personalities.
The Avian's Apprentice: Chapter 1 - The Avians
I am very proud of myself for actually writing this. it's been years in the making. this is the very start of all that i have written, as of now it's over 120k words long and alot more is on the way.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 15
Chapter 15: Into the Tomb The hills, marked on most maps as Siljna's Hills, were so named for the final resting place of she who is mother of all. And though the precise location of that tomb was lost by the passing of years, Vacka thought he had a...
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 4
Chapter 4: Gathering Together The years passed quickly. Besegrare was busy restoring Gryning and he kept his court open always, fording questions from travelers and denizens of the North. They approached him with a multitude of problems. "Money,"...
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 6
Chapter 6: Kvalsdimm The King and his forces travelled on foot. Besegrare said it was unlikely their foe had taken to the sea, so they should patrol the roads on the way down Inthil. He dared not tell anyone about his dreams, about the forces he'd...
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 7
Chapter 7: The Mark of Death is Made Foxes in tow, they traveled. The Kvalsdimm was less a forest and more an infestation, the thick trees so close and so tall that there was little room for light. But the abundance of trees began to thin and a little...
pretty ribbons - poem
We weren't made of pretty ribbons We weren't a happy thing We were a tied up mess A relationship made of string Loose buttons and badly sewn Barley hanging by a thread Though little had I known Our relationship was already dea
tortured artist - poem
I was an artist and i loved you like you were my canvas Thoughtful intentions Time dedicated Precious moments spent together They never last forever although we made messes I loved your imperfections I saw beauty in your everything not for...