Chapter 5 “Doesn’t this defeat the whole purpose of your little charade?” I said, squeezing my snow-coat around me tightly, “Your religious holiday game was supposed to kill time while we waited for the storm to pass.” Now we were standing in the cursed weather. Everything was pointless. Fortunately, the weather had died down aContinue reading “Edreimlecheth’s First Christmas (P5 of 5)”
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Edreimlecheth’s First Christmas (P3 of 5)
Chapter 3 -Edreimlecheth I had a familiar sinking feeling in my chest, salted with just a hint of burgeoning rage. I was alone now. Sareash and the rest had all left me here alone in this place. It stunk of tree needles. “Happy holiday.” I said to myself, loud enough to get a side-eye fromContinue reading “Edreimlecheth’s First Christmas (P3 of 5)”
Edreimlecheth’s First Christmas (P2 of 5)
Chapter 2 -Trog The sign above the inn said “The Green Scorpion”. I was the first one inside. It smelled like mead and dried leaves. I didn’t hate the smell, but didn’t love it either. It was dimly lit. The staff hadn’t lit up the night torches, but the clouds and the snow blocked outContinue reading “Edreimlecheth’s First Christmas (P2 of 5)”
Edreimlecheth’s First Christmas (P1 of 5)
This is a holiday vignette set in the world of The Kingdom’s Disdain. It takes place between the events of The Nature of the Beast and the upcoming novel Hounds of Ruin. It’s just a little slice-of-life segment I pieced together. I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it! Happy holidays, whether you areContinue reading “Edreimlecheth’s First Christmas (P1 of 5)”
WD 221 “Claude Frollo”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Claude Frollo Say what you mean to me My particles are rippling with the burden of anticipation And antiseptic creams that wash out infections You’re covered in them, blistering beasts of unmatched ferocity The sun sets on you when you like And you’re back to letContinue reading “WD 221 “Claude Frollo””
WD 185 “Plastic Cup”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Plastic Cup I’m on the verge of a New cosmos By the principle of trickle-down economics I’ve gathered memories, objects ridden with Nostalgia and dark matter In a plastic cup All the things you chose to forget Fermented and left to Revive
WD 183 “Daydream”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Daydream There is a place behind the eyes Which fills all empty spaces With transgressions, animal input Plagued social ills A tablet of translation for things that might be and might be again There’s a heart that seeks to believe that the tall grass is fullContinue reading “WD 183 “Daydream””
WD 158 “Runes Carved Into Ruins”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Runes Carved Into Ruins The zodiac craves attention A stumbling lion receives your prayers And I am humbled by the gravity that keeps spirits bound to earth We turned three corners to come up on A roundabout with no exit Lion, lamb, aries, aquarius, scorpio YouContinue reading “WD 158 “Runes Carved Into Ruins””
WD 143 “Uninvited Gods”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Uninvited Gods I can make up my mind To leave a portion of everything to you Dragged through the dust, into the dragon’s den With treasures vile and vulgar I want to violate, tantalize, the guards at the gate so that Everything gets in If youContinue reading “WD 143 “Uninvited Gods””
Feast of Lights (Final)
Chapter 4 And behold, Bal’zomest, the Great Dragon, granted the child’s mothers a glorious gift. Each of the women had a vision, revealing unto them all the wondrous things that the boy was destined to do. However, the mothers were afraid, and prayed and beseeched the dragon, “Please, the things we’ve seen are too greatContinue reading “Feast of Lights (Final)”
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