Category Archives: Creative Writing

Aelith

Written and performed around last Halloween — or the Season of the Dead — by my bard in our Fifth Edition D&D game.  There is a forlorn beauty within the White Pines, filled with crumbling husks of majesty, and broken … Continue reading

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And What They Found There

Look down the wondrous structure, Where the chequer’d shadows play; See the scattered groups increasing, Wending up the dômed way.  — E. Leathes, Fragments From the Crystal Palace It’s like one of Mr. Dodgson’s stories, but so much worse. Ida Codswell … Continue reading

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A Midsummer Night’s Dance

They sit in the white room together. He looks around at the walls. He’s a bit awestruck. Dark runes and symbols seem both fixed, and moving on the ivory plaster. Sometimes they are Nordic sigils, or astrological signs. Other times … Continue reading

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Rite of Spring

It had been centuries since Charlie had come to this land. No. That isn’t entirely accurate. Charlie himself had actually never been to this mountaintop before. Not tonight, not hundreds of years ago. He hadn’t even been born yet: not … Continue reading

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Ättestupa

Dedicated to Ari Aster’s Midsommar. Dani stands at the top of the mountain. She’s marked the rune stone with her passing, like so many others. Pelle, she knows, is behind her doing exactly the same thing. He has taken the … Continue reading

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Status Imperfectus

Annabelle stands on the rooftop of Griffith College. She doesn’t mean to imitate the brooding nature of Batman, however cool it would be to be him, or Kate Kane. She knows that she should leave the brooding to Jasper, even … Continue reading

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Paper Moon

Jasper fucked up. He knows he fucked up. The pain in what’s left of his arm, after touching Eva like an idiot — twice — almost obliterating his claw on her personal ward, is nothing compared to the chagrin and … Continue reading

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