Saturday, November 26, 2016

Well Hello.

Sunday, November 20, 2016

NaNoWriMo 2016 Surprise Clip!

Here is a tiny excerpt from what I've been writing. And I mean really tiny.


    Anna paused in the road and looked towards where the group of them had gone. When she was certain the dust from their horses hooves had settled she trotted to catch up to Karth.
    “What language were they speaking, Karth?”
    “Darklandish, I imagine.” He grumbled.
    “I understood them.” She admitted.
    Karth glanced down at her. “Figures.”
    Anna cocked her head at him, Willam style.
    Karth groaned. “Well, ye've got the damned symbol of their God burned inna yer skin, lass, it don't surprise me none.”
    Anna's eyes widened. “Which God, Karth?”
    Karth looked down at her, and said softly, as if the God might hear and turn to look. “Demaius, Lass. Ye've got the Divided son on yer back.”

...Anyone I know get the reference? Hehehe. 
I am finally writing about that world, in a context that tells a story, other then just speaking and rolling dice. Wish me luck!

Saturday, November 19, 2016

A Poem.

Nothing is bright anymore.
The sun shines dim in the sky
The opportunity that knocks only scrapes there
like the bony hands of barren trees.
A shining shimmer that gleams in my eye
is more the pallor of a shark's
the dead black, hunter black, monster.

Nothing is bright anymore.
Imagined blossoms in the heart
The vivid feelings once exploding
Now subdued to uneventful embers.
They give no light, barely warm me, and glow in mockery.
No matter how I poke at them, they shiver and die
And sometimes I wish they would.

Nothing is bright anymore.
There is only a layer of gray here
No dance could call me back, if I danced.
No fairy tale ending, no carriage and prince
No glorious sunset calls to me there.
I rule in a kingdom of only gray.
And all my dreams; my willing slaves & subjects.