Purples and oranges swept across the alien ridge with the vibrant foliage curving in odd directions, casting unique shadows in the virtual landscape. With a wave of his hand the boy produced magnificent shapes and formed islands out of the empty ocean while standing on the cliff. His eyes were closed but he knew he didn’t need them. He used his imagination without bounds, and without the influence of external stimuli Read More
Dimly lit faces had gathered in the great hall of lords in the village of Dunbar. They were eating haunches of meat and engulfing flagons of mead when Colborn entered, ignored the rabble, and sat at a private table at the back the room. When they weren’t stuffing their faces, the men were going on about common trade and land disputes. A maid offered him a drink with hesitant, distrustful glances and quickly walked away.
He took the drink, half-expecting her to have tossed the mead in his face. The other night had been passionate but it was one of compulsion. She was a nice girl, thought Colborn, but a little on the heavy side. He scratched his groin and took a long gulp, making sure the other men hadn’t noticed. Being a suitor in a commonwealth of wealthy barons had lowered his status as of late. The desire for companionship had gone out of his heart and the others seemed to feed off of rumors and whispers, whispers that were on their lips even now Read More
My friends and I went to a local pub to watch a rubbish band play some rubbish music. We only came to the south end when we wanted to get majorly pissed. The private booth was okay though, if you could stand the smell. It was my best mate’s birthday and we endured with the help of a few pints. Never expected my life to change that night. I wished I had stayed home Read More
“Acid rain, the covonic plague, the exodus of wildlife, the goblin hordes; there must be a common cause.” The apprentice held out his hand and cast an illumination spell for Rangvald, probing the darkness of the cavern for dangers.
“If that were true, my brother, the Magistrate wouldn’t send us on these missions. The Lord and Lady of Umbra appointed him for his efficient nature. The evilness that darkens the land is strictly misfortune. Read More
May 17th, 1862
At home today. Mommy wants me to keep writing in my diary because she says it promotes creativity. She says it helps to get thoughts out of my head that have been bothering me. Daddy went off to Virginia to fight for our country. With mommy going to see Mr. Daye I’ll be on my own again at home, stuck in my room. All I can do is read and write and this journal. And look out the window. The wagon for Stewart’s Bakery arrives around noontime and there’s a lot of horse and buggy traffic around three. Market Street gets busy when fresh meat is brought in. A bunch of dogs walk in the crowds looking for a bite to eat. Scavengers Read More
There once was a race of Goobers
that lived inside their computers.
They drank lots of wine and complained all the time,
even though their morals declined Read More
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