An old thing
The Nightmare Plague: The Prismatic Pearl (Complete)
Marley trudged through the storm. She was certain it wouldn’t be much and passed a number of potential refuges. Of course it began to rage after she had nowhere to take shelter. She grimaced and pushed through the weather, but it was getting more difficult as her plush insides became soaked through. She again regretted... Continue Reading →
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Marley, Barnabus, and Bilal have not only become central characters to my favorite fiction, but have also become a part of my life. I often just sit and think of what will become of them, knowing that a writer's job isn't to coddle their characters, but to test them beyond all limits. I have so... Continue Reading →
The Nightmare Plague: At the Crossroads
The night was soft, gentle, easily lulling people to slumber, And yet, a rumble came through the distance, The sound swelled, as a great tide before crashing into the shore, What may have been thunder took on something less welcome, That of a multitude of horsemen, all too familiar to those whose ears it touched,... Continue Reading →
Mental Health: Interlude
Confession time: I ran out of one of my psych meds nearly a week ago and won't get more until tomorrow or the day after. Don't shout at me! I ran out and kept getting distracted and realized there were no refills when I could focus on the fact. So, it only occurred to me... Continue Reading →
A Few Thoughts on the Celts, Part One
To be a Celt would have been an honor, though their way of life could not survive with the introduction of “civilization”. They weren’t a homogenous culture, but a vast network of people’s spread across Europe that possessed similar cultural traits.Romans often wrote of these “barbarians”, referring to them as Celts generally, but also by... Continue Reading →
Hiraeth, or, A Longing, Part One
From Wikipedia: Hiraeth (Welsh pronunciation: [hɪraɨ̯θ, hiːrai̯θ][1]) is a Welsh word for longing or nostalgia, an earnest longing or desire, or a sense of regret. The feeling of longing for a home that no longer exists or never was. A deep and irrational bond felt with a time, era, place or person. I have never... Continue Reading →
