Clouds again.

My Truth

Fiction, Writing|

I held my truth, written in verses crisp and clear. I worked on them, writing it out perfectly. The words... Read More → My Truth

A Moment For Goodbye

A Moment for Goodbye

Fiction, Writing|

And there it was: The future wasn’t some far off place of never-knowing and endless dreams. It was... Read More → A Moment for Goodbye

A Field Seen From Afar

Fiction, Writing|

The mouse ran up the hill, and dipped into the dark pool of water found there. He swam, slowly at first, as... Read More → A Field Seen From Afar

Fantasy

A history of violence and concern – pt 2

Dungeons and Dragons, Fantasy, Fiction, Gaming, Pathfinder, Writing|

The day that Serindar’s luck ran out was a gorgeous summer day. He’d formed a band of misfit... Read More → A history of violence and concern – pt 2

Fantasy

A history of violence and concern

Dungeons and Dragons, Fantasy, Fiction, Gaming, Pathfinder, Writing|

Serindar Brickback had a fairly generic past. He was born in a vale to two relatively poor parents who owned... Read More → A history of violence and concern

In the garden of good and evil

Dungeons and Dragons, Fantasy, Fiction, Gaming, Personal, Thoughts, Writing|

I like Dungeons and Dragons. I really do, but I find that some of the people who play the game get too stuck... Read More → In the garden of good and evil

Dream Big Little Hippo

Dreams from Last Night

Dreams, Fantasy, Fiction, Friends, Personal, Writing|

I pulled the car into a parking spot and turned off the ignition. Steve and Kally climbed out of the back and... Read More → Dreams from Last Night

An Alternate Reality Game

Fiction, Gaming, Writing|

A few months ago I moved to New York, and my life stopped being normal. I stopped playing games with friends.... Read More → An Alternate Reality Game

In a writing mood

Fiction, Personal, Writing|

Today I’ve written more posts on Facebook and other media platforms than I have in a while. Well, maybe... Read More → In a writing mood

The coming morning

Fiction, Personal, Writing|

Last night, like most nights, I felt like writing. I couldn’t come up with much, but I was thinking... Read More → The coming morning

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