I look for youyour sweet face gleamingon the very edge of dreaming,I seek you, yearningto believe,to knowthat you are real…that we are in a worldtogether loving,touching, laughing,waltzing on a harlequin ballroom floor,chequered black and white,smooth and perfectin a forest glen,beneath crystal skiesand lit bydancing fireflies… 2005 CL Redding
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Dreaming
I saw a vision, riding highup in the mansions of the sky…I saw bright waters running wild;And stars in the eyes of a magic child.I witnessed dancing Elven folkAnd heard the solemn raven croakIn ancient woods, still, dark and deep–All of this, I saw in sleep.. I heard the yearning Elven song,And soldiers …
HERETICS: In the beginning…
This project began several years ago, as the bio section of a character development sheet for a Live Action Role Play game adapted from the Masquerade. The game as designed featured mainly vampires of various character-defining clans, but other supernaturals crept in, the longer we played. The first thing I had to do, once I …
HERETICS: first words pt 2
This is the second part of the prologue of my work-in-progress and Patreon project, as promised yesterday when the first part was posted here. –Turlough “Ah—it’s the fierce wee devil y’are indeed, but I’m too big for your supper, and you, brother Crab, are a deal too small for my own…” The wet hem of …
HERETICS: first words
First Words– Columbina “You’ll end a heretic, girl, burning merrily at the stake and begging in vain for what you will not freely have from our hands now! Excommunicant! The fires of Hell will claim you!” Words of the past, distant and unaffecting, echo faint in the shadows where I stand; a plump, pale nun, …
Prompt: Notes on Inchland
I began writing about Inchland several years ago, never got beyond describing it. But I know it is a place full of lives and tales, and I would love to see what stories other writers could tell about this tiny world that is really just as big as ours, however small it looks to us. …
Mystic Whispers:The Wreck of the Faery Galleon
A sailor stands on a quiet deck in the still of a peaceful night–He suddenly sees, like a cobweb-dream, a galleon of faery-light, riggings of gossamer, translucent and pale, looming up high to port. Silently sailing, as if quite alone, as if no more solid than thought– wonder and marvel, afloat on a sea as …
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