The fire burned. The stars hung in the sky, unobstructed and clear. Around the fire sat Pyrik and Langrid, as per their nightly routine, but one facially betrayed that something weighed heavily on their heart and mind ( Read more... )

Erm... going to try my hand at a different sort of writing, for a change. This is to be read as though it's Pyrik thinking to himself, the more useless and impulsive thoughts that a human being inevitably has discarded ( Read more... )

No returning and no beginning ( Read more... )

As curious as I am, I must be singlehandedly responsible for the deaths of hundreds of cats.

That's a kind of accomplishment, isn't it?

and a stretch.

Subject says all.

The Beatles would have me believe love is all I need.

Hmmm.

The logs sat stacked with no fire to keep them company. The clouds hung in the sky, obstructing visibility of the stars. Added to this Pyrik was sitting cross-legged, quiet and obviously forlorn. It was going to be a bleak night, indeed ( Read more... )

I weep for the missed opportunities, I cringe at the sight of undertakings that failed to exist in the way that was most desired and pursued, I shudder when I think of how many years I have lived an empty, escapist existence, and most importantly but still very saddening to have an awareness for ( Read more... )

Christmas is nearly upon us. Ask yourself this: Is this part of the year, the superficial gift exchange discounted, truly any better for you than the previous eleven months?