A Case for Keeping Crimson

Our Lives are painted pictures Of this, we can be sure But such a waste of Crimson When spilt upon the floor. I can hear you’re cloaked in sadness For I have lived there too And it seems your heart is broken (As hearts are wont to do) So please consider this now , If […]

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Updates as of July 26, 2018

Three new pieces of content: The Crown of Fools, Chapters 14 and 15– these go into Finnen’s backstory and how he became the Chaotically good person we meet. Chapter 14 is very short, which is why it shares a post. The Reading- A poem from the Verse of Small Sanctuary, with a question for the […]

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The Reading

From Verse of Small Sanctuary. I wrote this while I lived in a small town in Pennsylvania; it boasted a small but beautiful main street with great restaurants, a theater, et cetera– also was a psychic’s shop, which (though the lights were on) were perpetually closed. In a time of deep depression and, indeed, desperation […]

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The Crown of Fools Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten Petka never quite saw “red”- he usually had no reason to be that angry. At time perhaps annoyed, frustrated, miffed- you get the idea– maybe it was the numerous, stinging gnome-wounds, or the lasting and well-nigh nauseating imagine of the matriarchal Over-Gnome, and her bare-rumped kin, but Petka felt like he would very […]

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How the Elephant Feels

Thunder feet and iv’ry tusks Tethered to the ground Swaying his trunk back forth In a perfect circle, he was clearly bound Instinct, it did shout to him, “You must go walking on!” But the circus and its patrons Were his family and home Some felt good to see him Some even felt endeared Others […]

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