Art by Meddygon
Tag Archives: fiction
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
Husk
I haven’t updated in forever. Here’s some writing. Husk bore no grudges against the living. Her pursuit was of knowledge, not vengeance. She remembered few of the things he learned, however. This, in part, is what kept her from seeking … 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
Brayden’s Catalyst 1
Brayden very much wished to attend the great college of wizards. He was not, however, invited to do so. He resolved to gain entry through illicit means and become a self-taught magician. His first attempted approach to the grounds was … 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
Ibis’s Flight part 1
Consider this a rough draft. Feel free to let me know if I did anything stupid. The woman tapped her forehead with two fingers on her right hand. The man furled his brow as he thought about what that might … 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
DVM
“Deadly Virus Man” was the screen name created by a wannabe hacker twelve-year-old that played the MMO “Otherworld” created by “Ettin Industries,” which was a company run by characters within a roleplaying universe known as the “Corkie Commune.” DVM is … Continue reading
Echo
Echo exists because I had a dream about dying. Echo is a main character of a story called Vivify that I wrote in October 2007. I recommend reading it before continuing. (Unlike a lot of my other writing, I’ve re-read … Continue reading
Jacs Aderyn
Jacs has a thing for slave traders. A hate thing. A passion to destroy the market of owning people. It may have something to do with her TRAGIC HISTORY of being a slave herself. Jacs is a privateer sanctioned by … Continue reading
Inner Conflict
Another image often stolen by tortured suburban teenagers finding random images on the internet and applying meaning where there is none, or applying their own meaning over the artist’s intent. This image shows another god character that was displaced battling … 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
Monday
Early update today from the laptop. I woke up about a half hour ago unable to continue sleeping through a headache, so I took some painkillers. They kicked in finally, but only mildly, and the alarm’s going to go off … Continue reading
Angels of Ice and Fire
Same images, different medium, different text. My breech baby (who has hair already, I’m told. Yay ultrasounds!) is facing the the wrong way in both ways. It’s like he’s hugging my spine. I had an extremely painful dream wherein my … Continue reading
Angels of Ice and Fire
A couple of characters I never really went far with. There was one central god figure with angels assigned to different elements at her beck and call. In addition to these two were Silk (her wings were spiderwebs, too drow-like … 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
A Preview
“I am a bard, a trav’ling man, In homes and inns I sing. I tell the tales of history, Of heroes and of kings. I never deigned to read or write. I’m not a learn-ed man. But in my endless … 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 2)
(originally written late 2004) Chapter 2 Patience The rest of the evening was uneventful. I was thankful for this, though to whom I do not know. Did I believe that the river was a god to worship? It seemed so … 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
Repetition
(originally written 13 April 2004) As I walk down the darkened hall, my gun trembled in my hands. I had never been forced to use such a thing in all my days, but now I needed it more than ever. … Continue reading