I’ve become rather obsessed the last couple of days with teasing forth these creatures from my nature photos. Playing with the reflect tool in Polarr, adjusting this and that, I find them and draw them out. Some have a rather surrealist aspect I really like, as well as a nod to Urban Fantasy. Well, first off, I call them THE CREATURES. Suppose or lack of … Continue reading Hidden Creatures Come Forth
The sun rose over the tops of the trees, bathing in the cold morning light stood the cabin, on the shores of a Lake. The Cedars that marched their way around the edge, swayed in the gentle breeze, offering a welcome distraction from the nightmare that had crept silently out of bed with her. She blew into the rough stone mug she was clasping in … Continue reading The Daemon That Danced Naked In The Dell
Call me Tel’Gath. Which is more of a title really, if you must know. But whatever they have called me, or what I choose to call myself is private, as I have never had a name. But, you bags of flesh require labels, I know, so it will suffice. I am called many things though, just so you know. Ahhhh…yes, the point. Would you be … Continue reading Who’s Hallowed Bones Shine In The Moons Amber Glow?
A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the giant Catalpa Tree above their heads, its branches reaching out protectively. The observer can see the two figures beneath, standing now for almost 5 minutes, silently looking down, reading the names etched into the granite at their feet: Tinie-Kay “TK” Danforth David Grant Jodee Danforth Natalie MacEnchroe Nathan Crow Stanley Hart Jerry Hart “It seems like yesterday, … Continue reading The End Of The Beginning
Above The Village, above the Oaks and the Maples that line The Green, swirls a mass of black feathers, screaming in a language few humans can discern. As the other Villagers sleep, the misty morning light sweeps magenta across the sky, and above the head of a lone figure, mystery circles. Upon awaking to this cacophony, wrapped in awe, coffee in hand, she is the … Continue reading Descent And The Stranger
“I don’t want to live in the kind of world where we don’t look out for each other. Not just the people that are close to us, but anybody who needs a helping hand. I cant change the way anybody else thinks, or what they choose to do, but I can do my bit.” Charles de Lint “Darlin’, darlin’, and how goes the afternoon? That … Continue reading As the The Crow Fly’s
I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone. Charles de Lint The place was almost empty now. Thunder had been booming for the last hour, with the occasional flash of … Continue reading Where Magic Goes To Drink
Perched at the bar, tippy toes gingerly resting on the only remaining rung on the stool… of course the last. One hand clutching this glass of badly poured Guinness, waiting on the big giant head to settle, so I go back to pretending to give a shite about the Hockey game on the TV. I wonder now if running away back home was the best … Continue reading The Buck Stops Here
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