A Disturbed House, Part Three

After the food was packed away and the dishes cleaned, the pages split up the duties of night watch.  Ulrich chuckled and asked where the rest of them figured into the job.  He was rebuked with chidings that all the old people needed sleep.   “Silence that disrespect!”  Osa’s roar shook the walls of the courtyard. ... Continue Reading →

A Disturbed House, Part Two

The party walked back to the encampment in the town center.  They occupied the southern part of the plaza while the rest of the expedition was to the north. As they approached, the nobleman’s pages stood waiting to assist.  They helped remove the party’s equipment and everyone began seeing to maintenance, oiling blades and beating... Continue Reading →

A Disturbed House, Part One

The air was colder as they approached the mountains, leaving Nima grateful that Ulrich was so thoughtful to obtain a thick fur cloak before leaving the last settlement.  She was still concerned that she heard Selig berating the man the next night.  She snuggled deeper into the cloak, although it didn’t seem to bother Selig... Continue Reading →

Another late night Though the sun still shines Mornings come too early Robbing me of my peace I crave the solitude of darkness The wee hours when others slumber The quietude speaks to me My mind rebels at the loss of midnight Craving the weariness of sleep deprivation Jittering from too much tea Trembling from... Continue Reading →

Forcing Mental Cooperation

I don't have the greatest output of blog, poetry, and fiction posts, but I am doing my best. My psych doctor is pleased that I am writing regardless. He is correct, though, in that it is good for me.. Right now I am writing more notes than fiction. I am obsessed with working on my... Continue Reading →

A Fortunate Meeting, Part One

Rory sighed at the complaining of his warriors.  Neither he or Brastic were chained, but the rest were bound in manacles.  The fact that they still live was little consolation. Btastic had been getting a laugh at their moaning over the circumstances.  They already did not like the man so there was little harm to... Continue Reading →


April is an up and down month for me. My birthday was yesterday as well as being Project Semicolon Day. Ironic, all things considered. I have spoken of my history with suicide both within myself and external impacts. Having these two events coinciding are symbolic to me. The image above will be my first tattoo,... Continue Reading →

Wrong Turn (possibly disturbing)

Murdock stumbled through the streets.  One thing about Lortan is that it’s people do like to waste resources, such as maintaining lights on a dark night.  There was no moon to see by, and he mostly moved by touch to keep from running into any more walls. He didn’t mean to drink so much, much... Continue Reading →

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