A Warrior Retired

Father was very old when I was still very young. Although older than the withered village elder, he was still stout and made up of hard angles as though chiseled by stone - but like stone, he was often inert. And so it fell to my eldest siblings to stir him from his bed, to …

Case no.11088, Evidence: Documents

Document A, A6 paper, resembling a leaflet: Congratulations on becoming eligible for the rank of Illuminate! This is a momentous occasion for not only you, but for all members of the Order of Luminaries, as you have made yet another step towards the inner circle of knowledge, and continue to move away from the darkness …

A Stygian Voyage

There is a nightmare that often haunts me, About a river oozing out to sea, Trapped on a raft without even an oar, Drifting endlessly beyond sight of shore. Sometimes in the distance I'd hear a cry, And brave the river for a chance ally,Swallowing fear, I abandon my raft,To clamor aboard a similar craft, …

A Moment Between the Lines

I paused mid-sentence. I was struggling with a word. When a suitable word failed to manifest, a wave of dissatisfaction washed over me. How could a single word cause me such trouble - toss me down into a maelstrom of my own cognizance? When did the transmission between mind and paper become such a hurdle …

The rain in the midlands

Piercing through the fog, My senses slowly return, To the sound of rain. Eagerly waiting, Behind cloudy horizons, There is a warm sun. Rain falls like curtains, Denoting end of the play, Yet I cry, "Encore!" Road becomes muddy, Though my sandals are ruined, Flowers are happy. Exhaustion sets in, The bench is damp, as …

Stjarna Trek

The rain was coming down in heavy, icy sheets by the time they found the cabin. It might have been a blessing that the four were already chilled to the bone, as the downpour didn't feel quite so cutting - though their pride prevented anyone from overtly complaining about the total uselessness of the layers …

Along an Unburdened Sea

Even the faint touch a foreign breeze,Brings forth memories,Of your softly whispered voice with such ease ,With such clarity,That it feels like a terrible disease,From which, I eagerly search for release. To forget your place in my troubled heart,I've traveled so far,Though your presence gave me the gift of art,You, my guiding star,Have ruined me …

A Determined Soul

The knight crumpled into a heap against the wall, his deeply-dented armor scraping loudly against the slick, poorly hewn stones as he slid down to the floor. He should have barricaded the door, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his visor, much less pile debris against a rotting door. He sighed, coughed, …

Pretty Horrible Predicament

Prompt: "What about something lighter?" from B-. The man was in the midst of a fit, And was lacking the wit to admit, That formatting was tough, "Wait, where is all my stuff!? Screw it, I'm just going to post this shit."

The Fisherman at Manussa

I found her smoking at her usual spot on the old bridge. The cold made the smoke escaping her lazily open mouth look thickly blue-gray and which dissipated into the same colored skies above. She must have knitted the hat for the occasion, judging from the loud colors that somewhat resembled the digits of the …