| Dungeons and Dragons, Forgotten Realms setting. Novel, WIP. |


The Hiss of Air EscapingMy parents live in a house with a big field behind. That field is bordered on two sides by trees, and as a child, I'd walk through it.The Hiss of Air Escaping
Eating at a Japanese grill today, I remarked how the sound of meat cooking on the flat-top so closely resembled that of wind through long grass, and far-off leaves.
It's that pleasant white noise, like a transmission with no signal; of sand poured in a steady stream; a downpour on the windows, heard half-awake.
I could have sweet dreams in a hibachi, I think.


Better as a PictureWe all wish for things we cannot have or be.Better as a Picture
Sometimes
I wish I could draw sculpt paint. Anything besides writing.
All I can do is write And that not always well.
And yet, ideas come. ideas that would be better as pictures.
(A spider's web, with a silk package, one crushed wing red with black spots jutting out, forlornly. I'd call it "The lady in silk."
All dressed up, and no place to go.)
But. I cannot draw.
Pen. Paper. &


OutcastNever did fit in, Rocket-launcher wielding lamb, But he sure pwns wolves.Outcast


I dance in clown shoes.You compose your conversations. Fitfully gesturing with whatever you hold, ending arguments with a flourish. Make a point, now whirl, quickly. Make it impossible to counter with your unpunctuation. You duck and weave, spin, sidestep, pirouette: One, two, one, two, faster, harder, stronger. You leave me confused and two steps back,I dance in clown shoes.
just far enough behind to appear lost and unsure. And if I catch up, if I make a point, you spin again, a trail of words falling like pixie dust as you make your escape. And as you storm out, you slam the period behind you, Ending your se


Chapter 6The trip down was uneventful. The stairs were steep, and narrow, and occasionally crumbled away by time or intent, it was hard to tell and aside from some faded carvings along the wall, there was little to look at until he reached the bottom. There, the staircase ended in a solid rock wall, with only a small, stalagmite shaped protrusion to adorn it. It seemed natural for Kyte to grab at the protrusion, and when he did, the rock wall slid sideways, with hardly any more noise than a scampering rat.Chapter 6
Outside the stairway, a spiders web of limestone and granite hid the door and Kyte very well from an
| Dungeons and Dragons, Forgotten Realms setting. Novel, WIP. |
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"Treat women nicely, for a women is created from a rib, and the most curved portion of the rib is its upper portion, so, if you should try to straighten it, it will break, but if you leave it as it is, it will remain crooked. So treat women nicely" - ISLM
Are you really that angry about me correcting your grammar? You need to stalk my page and attack my originality?
Get a grip, man.
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[Align Thyself] [Read Me]
"Think of him as a sharp edge that doesn't compromise." `Prince-des-Sots
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"Treat women nicely, for a women is created from a rib, and the most curved portion of the rib is its upper portion, so, if you should try to straighten it, it will break, but if you leave it as it is, it will remain crooked. So treat women nicely" - ISLM
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[Align Thyself] [Read Me]
"Think of him as a sharp edge that doesn't compromise." `Prince-des-Sots
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"Treat women nicely, for a women is created from a rib, and the most curved portion of the rib is its upper portion, so, if you should try to straighten it, it will break, but if you leave it as it is, it will remain crooked. So treat women nicely" - ISLM
Eh...
Love.
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[Align Thyself] [Read Me]
"Think of him as a sharp edge that doesn't compromise." `Prince-des-Sots
I don't think you should wait too long to bring her to Georgia.
But that's just me.
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