Possibly a Blog

I’m interrupting our regular programming to finally write a blog post. At the turn of the year I started one, addressing some points about the last decade, but it was pretty boring so I tossed it. But now I have something mildly pleasant to say so here’s my first Hot Garbage (TM) post, ever.

Theme Thursday: Effigy

Soft chants and the swishing of the druids’ robes were the only sounds from the procession. At its head the priestess carried a torch of alder, murmuring low prayers to the gods with misty breaths. Tonight’s Beltane fires would see many more fervent prayers before it was done. They carried […]

Theme Thursday: Ego

Marius swore as he skidded back down the crumbling retaining wall. “Helluva blast, but he’s still out there.” He kicked the half-empty grenade case. “I hate to waste these.”

Theme Thursday: Shiver: Birthright

The wind whistling through the bare forest cut me to the bone. The snow was falling faster now. I stared up at the skeletal branches overhead in despair. My jaunt through the woods to the seer’s hut had turned to a trudge. I feared I would be frozen solid by […]

The Snow Queen

[WP] The cold, frigid, and proud Ice Queen, unable to feel emotion, finds a little boy dying in her frozen wastelands. She decides to keep him. She was on a mission to find peace. My proud queen didn’t admit it to me, of course, but I knew it in my […]

Middlegate Road

Musical Inspiration: Gravedigger, Dave Matthews Band I found myself in a diner.  I don’t know how, I don’t know why. When I last closed my eyes it was to a hectic hospital room, on a bed covered in wires and tubes with incessantly beeping monitors. The distant weeping had faded. […]

The Family Hero

There are so many reasons I chose this place. Firstly, it was outside the city gates. This was a major factor to me. I would have moved away to the ends of the earth, but I knew my fate was tied to those who lived within the city walls, so […]

The Survivor

Where to begin. I’ve had so many of those… Beginnings, that is. I’m sick of them. Some would say I’m lucky, but those people are wrong. There is such a thing as too many beginnings, and I’m living proof. Three hundred years at the base of the sacred mountains of […]