Writing of standalone (or sometimes sequential) pieces that are set in worlds not belonging to the other categories.
“You have three choices”, it had said. When I gave my desperate plea for any form of hint, it only replied, “Each has its own path, battles, consequences and concept of rewards. Of the warring forces, one must win. I cannot tell you more. You write your future.” I stood there, Read more…
Born into an ocean of misty cold Drifting across the currents My voyage takes me. The clouds part, Revealing the vast world below Downwards, I glide. The end of my journey nears, My destiny no matter how long I fight, It is the ground. Until the cycle starts again, Of water, sky Read more…
I was once a blank sheet of paper, as new and innocent as a snowflake fresh from the clouds. Your hands took me in, bent, folded and forced me into a form I had not expected to take. Yet when you placed me upon the water, I danced upon its surface and Read more…
Ramekin shuffled slowly forward, nervously clutching the half-folded umbrella to protect his small furry paws. His nose quivered as he smelled the dog’s rank stench that pierced the veil of rain. He didn’t want to be here, honestly, he would much rather be curled up in his burrow than out Read more…