I hold the wealth of human knowledge in my hand It’s like a storm of learning, churning through spacetime Facts come tumbling so fast out of a lit up little screen like thunderclouds Clapping their grumbling BOOM across the summer’s sky of my empty mind Heavy with information, when it rains it pours Out of…
Poetry: Infinitely Diverse In Infinite Combinations
For Sonequa Martin-Green and all the other members of the wonderfully diverse cast and crew of Star Trek: Discovery. If I could grow one kind of flower On the way to Eden It would be pink on this side of paradise It would be orange in it’s Omega glory It would be green like the…
Poetry: Never The Last Time
Yellow flowers bloom outside my window Reflecting back at me the cheeriness Of form and freedom that finds you and me Happy and at peace Daddy’s watching tv and I’m stroking your head to sleep A cup of strong berry tea Slightly scratched green sunglasses The feeling of a little hand holding mine And last…
Short Story: Services Were In Demand
Trigger Warning: Violence, Drug Use, Predatory Sexual Inferences Fright and fear were released at last from John’s mind. His burden, finally lifted. As the judge’s gravel snapped in a clear crack, John’s heart gave a leap. Freedom, at long last. It had been such a long fight, you see, and John didn’t really think he…
A Hymn To The Lady Of Darkness
O Santa Muerte, beautiful lady of darkness Your chiming laughter fills my arteries And mind with spiders, and fear multiplies Soft vermillion lips set in a terrifying grin Inviting me to not just partake in but also enjoy sin The friendless, the lonely and the frightened gone mad In your shadows find their places rich…
DnD Poetry: Dash Round The World
Canyon moon rising and the wild wolf howls Spirits of kobolds long since turned and fled Ambushed, our band of brothers tried to deny The fear within us of the harms fate would supply And we cried out to the gods and enemies above us On rock shelves from which boulders rolled down to crush…
DnD Character Backstory: Rose x Kaia BFF
We come across Rose Annatar sitting by her campfire in the forest, brushing out twigs from her hair. She’s also rubbing her horns in frustration and, let’s be honest, loneliness. The honoured Stoat Furrbles was many wonderful things, but a good conversationalist was not one of them. There was concern in his clockwork eyes, lots…
Poetry: Good Morning
Staying in bed on a sunny morning feels amazing There’s nothing quite like clean cool sheets unwinding To find a girl sweet inside them Hair tangled slightly within Hands that are as soft and clean as dawnshine Peeking through windows clouded in line Shapes drawn on glass in a late and long shower Resting a…
Short Story: Do It With Style
Deep in the dark twisted woods, a very frail and old man was casting a spell over his cauldron. Bring me youth and fame Cast off this weakened frame In truth as well as name Make me young and beautiful again It wasn’t the first time he’d tried this, but it was perhaps the last…
Short Story: Walking In The Dark
The beautiful thing about walking in the dark, is that you never quite know where you are going. Oh, I suppose technically we might have a vagueish idea, but because we can’t see very far ahead, it’s essentially a journey of faith, every time. Have you ever wondered what happens to those bits of the…
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