Grum leaned back in his seat, his back groaning in protest, and frowned.  His rough hands thumbed listlessly through the novel he was holding - some new zombie thriller he had bought on a whim some weeks ago - but his heart wasn't in it.  The words kept swimming in front of him, boring, pointless.  Even zombies weren't as scary as what lay ahead in ( Read more... )

Thousand Roads lay in the tall grass, and dozed.  The light drifted over his skin, still pale after days out in the sun.  It contrasted nicely with the dark green skin of the woman lying next to him, tucked up close against his chest ( Read more... )

I love the moon in this place.  It is pleasing to see it rise above the treeline, waxing, pale-cream and full of her cold light.  It is good for Him as well, that He might better see the Way in the darkness.  I sometimes think He would do well to wear glasses, or gain access to a lamp of some kind.  He stumbles more upon the road than He once did ( Read more... )

Early Winter ( Read more... )

Hey.

The sooner this post is filled with writing prompts, the sooner I can wreck your LJ feeds with my nonsense.

Have at it.

Also, thanks.

The wyrd witch slapped a hand to his wrist and growled.  His eyes blazed red at the grinning man across from him ( Read more... )

"Look, I'm not saying guns are worthless," Tristain slurred drunkenly to his companion.  "I'm just sayin', is, just...stuff ain't the same on Solace as it is, uh, here.  Wherever here is.  This...bar, thingy.  Place.  What's your name again ( Read more... )

In his mind, his people screamed, and the monastery burned ( Read more... )

Thousand Roads's finger probed again at the arrow wound.  It never ceased to itch, or burn, but it hurt worse when he pawed at it.  It was a compulsion, a desire to see if this time, this time it would not sting.  Normally, it would be the simplest of tasks to shunt this offending desire aside, to simply switch it off.  But the days of late were ( Read more... )

Mirror Mirror Highlights (as I recall them)

My brain was a sieve this event.  Lots of running around, overtired, mind churning as I struggled to remember stories to tell.  A mental exercise I have not had in ages, if ever.  Very enjoyable event, though.

Highlights in no order:

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