A walk at the side of the ditch
A walk at the side of the ditch Deep in the woods at the edge of the town there is a ditch. A small groove, nothing spectacular, following the winding path leading uphill. You rarely see it. It is overgrown by thick undergrowth, repelling...
The Contact
The contact \* \* \* Weird. I felt a slight insanity listening the rattle of the wheels, the blur of the trees as the train to Miskolc carried me east. I couldn't believe that guy lived there. Somebody who apparently liked caves,...
The Northern Path
The northern path A small tent in the middle of the wilderness against the frozen lumbering mass of winter. Only a slight haze of purple lingered on the southern edge of the horizon even though it wasn't long past noon. Martin rested on his...
Cold death
Cold death We lost. I gave up. There is no purpose to return. Warmth. To feel her warmth one last time... Thirteen-twenty-two, May, probably June, I lost track of time. It could be December here in this ice cavern. I am weak, starving,...
Outbreak to the Sky
Outbreak to the sky ============================================================================== To know your friends ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Weightless elation, the soothing cold breeze...
A BRCF Volunteer's Log
Brass wyvern First encounter The history of our relations with nature, the wonderful, unique phenomenon we call life is sometimes truly grieving. The Tasmanian wolf, the passer pigeon, and many others are now nothing but past memories for our...
The Guardian's Offerings
The Guardian's Offerings ============================================================================== It was as good place as any in this sad, bleak region. She had the will. She, Martha Hartoon, was a strong girl. And she felt that Rada...