A blog of written and visual stories from a second life
┋At dawn, she had set to preparing. She would summon all manner of evil and devious things: hatred, fury, demons.
She dressed prettily. The day where her power would grow beyond reason was well suited to a gorgeous dress.
She drew the circle carefully, and infused with ethereal liquids.
Though, when she cast the magic, all she summoned was…. company. Small, little fuzzy company.┋ Continue reading✤ When you summon darkness, and get…..
┋Playing with fire is bad for those who burn themselves. For the rest of us, it is a very great pleasure.┋ Continue reading✤ Fire, fire…
┋John: Magic’s just when you trick the universe into believing some incredibly outrageous lie. Believe me, I know what I’m talking about — I’ve told a few corkers in my time. Like any habitual liar, though, I spend far too much time these days trying to cover my grubby little tracks. All that bluster and bravado and bullshit — you get a right nasty headache just thinking about it.┋Continue reading✤ A weave of magic; a weave of lies…
┋The war had been long and arduous, and it was still not over. I had tried to return come, having been discharged, but instead of the vivid green I remember, the warm, cosy feel of the cottage, and the smell of freshly cooked food, I only found death and decay. Then, they attacked. I felt sorrow for my home, but strangely enough, as jumped and lit up my swords, a happy, homey feeling washed over me. Perhaps the truth is, I don’t know what peace is. Perhaps I never felt what it’s like. Perhaps I was never interested in it.┋ Continue reading✤ No offence, but I don’t know what peace is …