i dreamed a dream about the choir of silent angels. i heard them and saw what they had done. they told me that i had to go see someone, so that they could be stopped ( Read more... )

i thought i had something profound to say. turns out i forgot. instead of my intention, i think i'll just say fuck you.

stay the fuck out of my nightmares. they are fine enough without you. i don't need you there to make things more difficult to cope with.

call me back you bitch.

this damned ring. it hurts sometimes. i can feel it crying when i don't wear it. it pulls toward my finger, throbbing and pulsing anger and hatred. when i finally succumb, it exudes an almost audible sigh of complacent relief which fills my body to bursting. the sensation in my nerves that if he gets the ring, there will be nothing to fear, ( Read more... )

Well, I have certainly found out what truth really looks like. Its multi-faceted, cyclopian eye, focusing in on all things with some form of telescopic presicion. It cannot be stopped and it will last longer than anything man could ever make. So why then, would one shy from it? Or use it like it was meant to be used ( Read more... )

The room was dimly lit, smoke wafting about from the cooking fire. "Would you scry for me, grey one?", Nod asked ( Read more... )

Her gown was twirling. Opaque to translucent, shimmering every color you could dream of, even some you couldn't. The music that filled the room was altogether sweeter and more invigorating than spring air. Wynkin danced and laughed and threw flowers around. Blincoln giggled and sat idly by ( Read more... )

In the realm of Nod, huge fires were lit. Embers fluttering upwards towards the solitary star. Attempting to refill the empty night sky would seem like a daunting task to anyone but the gods. Here, under Nod's careful and deliberate guidance, the chore became more of an event, a holiday. Bonfires roared, fueled to precision; children played in ( Read more... )

Nod died once. A long time ago. It was such a tragic tale that no one can remember all the true details. Its more like a legend that changes in one way or another form one town to the next. One such tale is this ( Read more... )

Out beyond the veil, beyond Misty Magic Land, there is a place where Nod cannot touch. Once he traversed that realm easily, he spent many a year there. Now he can barely remember how to get there let alone survive there. It was the only place he did not have to be king. The only place he could have gone to and just been as everyone else was. ( Read more... )

"He said that he misses you. The pathetic off-worlder that he is. I guess I miss you as well. Please return to us soon", Nod spoke at the moon.