Art by Meddygon
Category Archives: Fiction
Fire Luen
Luens are the physical embodiment of goleuni, and this here is a fire one. Nowadays the leuni doesn’t completely take over a being, but it’s still inside.
The First Meal
I never meant to kill my first one. It was passion first, an accident second. After that, though, all intentional. I lived as a wanderer, always. To succeed in my detached lifestyle, I needed to acquire certain skills. I could … Continue reading
Ibis’s Flight 3
Though I walked ahead of Cefin and could not see him struggling, I heard increasing instances of dirt and gravel slipping under his feet. He needed to rest again, but would not admit it. He had walked for hours before … Continue reading
Going Back to Yntraw (updated)
Outside the shop, a man nervously approached the door. He would take a few determined steps forward before losing all courage, at which time he’d stop, turn, and go back the way he came. This repeated several times as Darina … Continue reading
Esben’s Tales part 2
The next morning young Esben found his throat aching from all the talking he’d done the day before. He ate and drank in silence for the day until the Meddyg’s promised visit came. She brought with her this time another … Continue reading
Esben’s Tales Part 1
Esben regarded his past as a series of trials to achieve his ultimate goal of never having to lift a finger for himself again. Having finally succeeded at this goal, he found he had far too little to do and … Continue reading
Ibis’s Flight, part 2
We’d walked for some time in silence through the cave below my home. The only light was from the two small gems Magistrate Cefin and I wore around our necks. They were each smaller that a little finger nail, but … Continue reading
An Old Short
Originally posted on TCB Mon, 15 Dec 2003 01:27:59 GMT Sandra sat at the terminal, leaning on her crossed arms in front of the keyboard. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Shock, worry, fear, and all the emotions she was … Continue reading
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As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, stuff started from a watercolor of the ice angel. On the right you will find the mutilated image. For some reason, after scanning original a decade ago I plonked it into photoshop and inverted … Continue reading
Morphology of the Cork Board
Originally created 21 September 2002. The final project for Graphic Design I at the art academy I attended was to make a book. Not only did we have to write a story, we had to construct the book. The only … Continue reading
The River (part 3)
(originally written 2004-2005) Chapter 3 Dreams The rest of the day went as usual and the evening just as well. I left the dock when the sun went behind the buildings and I could no longer paint with any natural … Continue reading
The River (part 1)
(Originally written in late 2004) Chapter 1 The Chase The river was beautiful. It was as clear as filtered and processed water, but it was natural. The sky reflected perfectly making it the brightest blue. Not even the riverbed could … Continue reading
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One must understand that in this profession there is a likelihood of hearing firsthand a man’s descent into madness. It is not often that this is heard, however, as most patients are brought to us already gripped by insanity’s claws, … Continue reading
Written in the viewpoint of the character
I dreamed of greater things today, I dreamed of what I want to be. What I want . . . or what I was meant to be. Was I meant to be great? No, no one is born into such … Continue reading
Angels
— oooh, nothing like some surprise bondage to make my night, Don’t look at me like that. I was only 3 weeks old :-( — Ah, self-portrait? The body’s mind recently opened up some past memories This is a scene … Continue reading