Of All Ghosts …
Sep18

Of All Ghosts …

They were not my eyes, but they were all I had to see through. I could not keep my emotions from her, and that was unfortunate for her… The streets were dark. The crescent of a beautiful golden moon reflected in the damp street from the day’s rain. The town, not really a city proper, was full of old things that did not seem old. With my first step upon the cobblestones inside the city gates, I felt the weight of memory here....

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The Blue Pixie
Sep18

The Blue Pixie

The Pixie was blue, and she was chatty. I wasn’t feeling the least bit chatty. Why wasn’t she green? I looked around, and I was lost. Strangers passed by, some ran, others walked slowly. The Pixie provided guidance from her perch on my shoulder. “Is this my new muse? Am I caught in some hellish plane? What in the world did I ever do wrong to deserve this?” I wondered. The Pixie was already chattering again. I missed it. BlueWings here...

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The End of the ICE Age
Sep17

The End of the ICE Age

(Sometime long ago…in Kelfour’s Landing) She went to the window in the quiet morning. There was snow and ice everywhere, the window pane had even frosted on the inside. Brushing the icy coating away, she peered out at an almost empty town. There were things littering the streets, discarded things. Sometimes she caught the glimpse of movement, but when she stared hard at the spot, there was nobody there. It was quieter than...

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The Break-Up Song
Sep16

The Break-Up Song

His name was Mohrgan Silversteel. I was young, and Kelfour’s Landing was all we had. Good days, those, until we parted. No drama, no yelling, just the inevitability that something had changed.   Sweetest prince, he came to me, Silvered enchantments from his tongue fell. And in the oldest of magics, the Fair One smiled, He smiled at me and thus began the spell. But Mortal I, had only a musician’s ear, For the lilting...

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The Old Man
Sep15

The Old Man

The old man had various homes in the First Worlde, but finally, he wandered out into the woods past the Roper Pool, way out in the forest, and made his home in a tree. There he sat in a rocker with his cat. The dull trolls in the forest could not climb trees, and almost everyone left him alone there because of it. He would tell you stories. Here is one of them: “A story? Hmmm, let’s see. Say, who sits on the Council of...

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Lost to the Dark
Sep14

Lost to the Dark

(Somewhen … Squire Bluffs) “Must you go?”, she asks, her eyes speaking more than the words could say. He nods, and turns to leave. Glancing back over his shoulder he looks her in the eyes and moves his hands ever so slightly. With a haunted look in his eyes, almost pleading, his image fades in front of her and he is gone. Now she can weep.   With twinkling eyes he smiles and speaks. I listen, or appear to be,...

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