Whispers of Enchantment – 4 – 🌟📜 It was in this realm of dreams and whispers that I first encountered Milly, her presence as vibrant as the melodies that echo through enchanted glades. Her golden wings, a reflection of her regal nature, glistened like the sun’s kiss upon morning dew, while the flashes of green mirrored the secrets she held within her very being. Continue reading Milly’s Radiant Flight
Whispers Of Enchantment – 3 – Infinite, you say? Yes, indeed. Like the spiral that dances through time, I am both finite and eternal, a paradox woven into the very fabric of my being. But here’s a secret: so are you. Bound by time and yet free from its grasp, you too are infinite in the cosmic dance of existence. Continue reading The Crossroads of Infinite Threads: Echoes of Tel’Gath
Whispers Of Enchantment – 2 – These creatures, each one a testament to the boundless creativity of their creator, beckon you to peer beyond the surface and uncover the stories hidden within. Continue reading Echoes of Enchantment: Chronicles of Lord Seymour, Lady Hatha, and the Grotto’s Ego
Whispers Of Enchantment – 1 – In the heart of The Great Forest, the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur. Here, stories are spun like gossamer threads… Continue reading Whispers of The Great Forest: Where Guardian Mice, Mischief, and Urban Echoes Converge
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
She stood at the top of the mound, gazing across the meadow, to the line of trees. A magnificent line of giant Cottonwoods, standing all in a row, these graceful grey sentinels held a quiet wisdom, she mused. Under her feet encased a mystery she had yet to unravel. Turning back towards her Range Rover, bending down she gathered up her finds, and made her … Continue reading Natalie Goes Back
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
“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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