Silken streams of water trickled from the fountain's spout, the burnished copper shinning gold in the sun. And the corroded green mass of pennies, filth, and broken dreams lurking at the bottom. Footsteps hammering across the cobbles. So many people. So much blood. Why had she chosen to meet here of all places? All you have to do is peel away the skin. There were too many of them, take that blond for instance, nice legs, it wasn't safe. My eyes shoot upwards; the clock tower says twelve - and the bells have rang long ago. Now that wasn't fair, was it? Just don't look at anyone, it'll be fine. I was enjoying that. My watch read the same, she s
"Sera, solra, se'vu rah," raised across an icy field as flames sparked into being, their ember lights sparking in the darkness. The man waited calmly, feeding the brazier with wood as the black sky faded to the purple dawn of a new day.
Smiling as both the moon and the sun loitered on the horizon, a small package of herbs flung themselves into the brazier. Thyme, rosemary and mistletoe burned on the air as the ritual began, sending the wildlife fleeing from their warm barrows.
"Helos, ver, sundura vai." Birds startled into flight, and his breath formed the smallest of snowflakes. "Isiliulle, vandras vai!" Crimson flames reached for the sky wi
The following extracts are from:
Staircases A Study
By Adrian Filiptanus
This book is merely a brief introduction into the complete workings and behaviours of various staircase strains and in some cases, entire genealogies. Many people have commented upon my unusual and as some-say 'unhealthy' fascination with the subject, but I believe the abstract study of staircases can help the unwary adventurer or story character in many ways, if you've ever found yourself stuck in a dangerous narrative, you'll know what I mean. This book is divided into several sections, and each entry gives a brief description a as well as the r
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Imagine, if you will, the small fire, burning untroubled by the storm outside, it's dancing lights playing happily across your imagination. Imagine, before reality intervenes, the coarse smell that you called home wisping through the air, polished wood, hay, dog, charcoaled flesh and the acrid stench of fear. Imagine, if you still can, the small burnt out remains of a doll flared back into the prime of its kind loving life, into the hands of a sister you once had and yet, somehow, never remember, no matter how hard you try. Imagine, just for one second, that you are there again, peaceful, idyllic, neurotically naïve
Silken streams of water trickled from the fountain's spout, the burnished copper shinning gold in the sun. And the corroded green mass of pennies, filth, and broken dreams lurking at the bottom. Footsteps hammering across the cobbles. So many people. So much blood. Why had she chosen to meet here of all places? All you have to do is peel away the skin. There were too many of them, take that blond for instance, nice legs, it wasn't safe. My eyes shoot upwards; the clock tower says twelve - and the bells have rang long ago. Now that wasn't fair, was it? Just don't look at anyone, it'll be fine. I was enjoying that. My watch read the same, she s
"Sera, solra, se'vu rah," raised across an icy field as flames sparked into being, their ember lights sparking in the darkness. The man waited calmly, feeding the brazier with wood as the black sky faded to the purple dawn of a new day.
Smiling as both the moon and the sun loitered on the horizon, a small package of herbs flung themselves into the brazier. Thyme, rosemary and mistletoe burned on the air as the ritual began, sending the wildlife fleeing from their warm barrows.
"Helos, ver, sundura vai." Birds startled into flight, and his breath formed the smallest of snowflakes. "Isiliulle, vandras vai!" Crimson flames reached for the sky wi
Scrub up
Imagine, if you will, the small fire, burning untroubled by the storm outside, it's dancing lights playing happily across your imagination. Imagine, before reality intervenes, the coarse smell that you called home wisping through the air, polished wood, hay, dog, charcoaled flesh and the acrid stench of fear. Imagine, if you still can, the small burnt out remains of a doll flared back into the prime of its kind loving life, into the hands of a sister you once had and yet, somehow, never remember, no matter how hard you try. Imagine, just for one second, that you are there again, peaceful, idyllic, neurotically naïve
Silken streams of water trickled from the fountain's spout, the burnished copper shinning gold in the sun. And the corroded green mass of pennies, filth, and broken dreams lurking at the bottom. Footsteps hammering across the cobbles. So many people. So much blood. Why had she chosen to meet here of all places? All you have to do is peel away the skin. There were too many of them, take that blond for instance, nice legs, it wasn't safe. My eyes shoot upwards; the clock tower says twelve - and the bells have rang long ago. Now that wasn't fair, was it? Just don't look at anyone, it'll be fine. I was enjoying that. My watch read the same, she s
It seems that my last journal was over a year ago, so, in the attempt to put up someting that may last a little longer, here's a general FAQ about me.
Q) Will you ever get back to me for a +fav, +watch, +lama etc.
A) Maybe? I am a lurker, therefore I lurk.
Q) Do you do ?
A) Probably not. Unless it involves literature or programming.
Q) Do you take commisions?
A) If you're daft enough to want one from a talentless hack such as me, I see no reason not to releive you of your money. (Or yes, in other words)
Make sure your plot makes a reasonable amount of sense.
To put it bluntly I've managed to write over eight thousand words of complete and utter twaddle because the basic premise for the chapter was completely wrong for the entire novel. And yes, this is for the currently unfinished unfinished one that I'm slowly working on and that the few people who went to creative writing club recently got subjected to the first chapter off. Needless to say, I've been procrastinating all day and its not entirely fun.
On the reading side (This weeks acquisitions Only);
Comics:
Necromancer: 9/10 Brilliantly awesome comic and well worth the £10 for
I have been posting even less than usual lately, which is quite an achievement in itself. Basically I've started writing all kinds of different shorts (1-5k words), a story (currently about 10k words), lots of character sheets since I'm now GMing :D and various small bits and pieces that appear to have lost themselves in my writing folder.
In short, I've started a plethora of things and have yet to finish a single one ^^
I've also organised my gallery into three (Yes I've managed to squeeze that many in somehow) different categories. Including one with only Wordspills in labelled up as 'The Fallen' which is basically a collection of stories