A blog of written and visual stories from a second life
∴ “Don’t let others tell you what you can’t do. Don’t let the limitations of others limit your vision. If you can remove your self-doubt and believe in yourself, you can achieve what you never thought possible.”
― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the HeartContinue reading✤ The source of worship . . .
∴ Welcome to your life
There’s no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the worldContinue reading✤ But it already has a ruler . . .
∴ They say you find far more answers in the woods than you ever do in the city. They say the clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness. I just did not expect an actual gateway . . . Continue reading✤ Deep in the forests . . .
∴ Must be he the reason why I’m king of my castle
Must be he the reason why I’m free in my trapped soul
Must be he the reason why I’m king of my castle
Must be he a reason why I’m making examples of youContinue reading✤ King of my castle . . .
∴ “If, Your Highness, is a word that steals your soul. Do not waste your thoughts on if. What is done is done. Look to the future.”Continue reading✤ If . . .
∴ He lowered his voice into silence, and watched the Mandrake Troupe hold their breaths. When he spoke, he voice was thickened, heavier – because that is how a Dragon speaks, he added. “My Wife.” The Dragon began. “The reasons I do not such things is because . . .” He stopped. A light flickered behind his eyes, as he watched his little buddies inching closer, and raising their little hands towards him, eager and with baited breaths. They needed to know! He continued. “The reason I do no such things is because I am . . . a man-drake.”
The Mandrakes remained stunned for a second – and at a moment’s notice, they turned around and wailed in anguish at the hearing of such an ending. “You are not that clever.” Spoke the bird next to him. “Yes, I am.” He smirked back. Continue reading✤ When a joke the makes dad . . .
∴ My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honor remains
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess
My soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journeyContinue reading✤ LOVELESS, Act IV . . .
∴ The two of them could lead their lives drawing lines and embracing circles. Instead, they chose to live their lives crossing both, by wit and sword and charm and blood. Continue reading✤ Them; the two . . .
∴ My words are like a phantom ringing in your ears
You can touch my body; I’m not really here
You look behind the curtain;
Applause has disappeared
When it’s just you and I, can’t play pretend to ease your fearContinue reading✤ Now, you’ll dream of me . . .
∴ “Oi.” Harper drew Rya’s attention with a flick of her fingers. “D’you see the cunts?” The blueish eyes drew to a certain spot ahead of them.
Rya eyed her friend with a sidelong glance. For all of her style and poise, the woman could curse like a drunken Scottish sailor who hadn’t seen land in a year. The cursing couldn’t but draw a skyward roll of her eyes. “Yes. What’s the what with them?” Unlike her friend, she was concrete, and to the point. What was, was simply what it was. Continue reading✤ bad & boujee