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Day Three Hundred and Seventeen - Crust
I had a dream last night that I arranged for my brother to stab me so that I would bleed to death. He did so; jabbed me in the soft underside of my upper arm. Gratefully I lay on a park bench and I could feel the blood rushing from my arm and consciousness ebb in waves that matched my slowing pulse. A deep pooling of warm blood filled the sleeve of ( Read more... ) -
Day Two Hundred and Sixty Six (Six!) - End of Days
In light of the blood red sky and howling dust in New South Wales, the earthquakes in Victoria, the imminent firestorm in Queensland and the terrifying coincidence of equinox:
The apocalypse wyrm stretches
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Soil, Shadow and Sticks
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Further adventures in damp leafy places
Highlights include:
- Hiding from the rain beneath a bamboo cavern
- Almost slipping camera first into a waterfall
- Patting a dog
- Patting a cat
- The sweet serenade of many Manoria melanophrys
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Frostbite
A bead of cold sweat rolled down Jorg's neck, over his shoulders and down his spine as he crouched puffing in the snow. Great white clouds of mist formed in the freezing air as he wheezed, catching the light of the full moon. He tried to slow his beating heart, quieten his ragged breath. He stilled, to ensure that wedged as he was between to thick ( Read more... ) -
A jaunt in a leafy place
Some pictues from an unexpectedly pleasant adventure to a sacred grove that lay undiscovered and just beyond my doorstep until a friend pulled back the veil :
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Elixir
Coffee steamed, stirring horrible scents in his burning nostrils. He raised the cup to his lips and drank a long draught, hoping to swallow as much of the foul broth before the taste buds sent news of the poison along the watchtowers of his nervous system ( Read more... ) -
Rough, no edits, no time
The arrow thudded heavily into the trunk beside me. I crouched, instinctively and slid swiftly around the vast trunk. Quickly judging the missiles angle. I ran, jinking slightly using the large oak as diminishing cover as I fled ( Read more... )
