Poetic Musings
Thank you for taking this literary journey with me! Here I post personal thoughts on social issues, reflections about day-to-day living, and of course a healthy amount of stories inspired by the many games I’ve played over the years. I try to update several times a week, and genuinely appreciate the care and support of all who read these words, whether the post is fanciful or heartfelt.
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Conquest: Widening Gulfs
Approaching the inner bridge, across which the powerful Edict of Storms raged, we met a small band of Unbroken, the remnants of the Realm of Stalwart's army, facing off against Disfavored. Taking our appearance as a timely distraction, the Unbroken retreated to more...
Stretching Forth
After more than 40,000 words spread through 32 fiction posts, I've been able to compile a rough draft for what I hope will be my first published novella. Never one to embrace editing—I fully understand its utility and necessity, I just am not practiced or enthused at...
The Bard, “Untouched”
Over the weekend I had the pleasure of seeing my first-ever live production of the Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. In all my years of studying and performing theatre, specifically Shakespeare, I had never actually seen a stage production of the classic tale, let...
Conquest: New Walls
Having reclaimed the Regent's artifact and defeated the Banes which guarded it, our small band – Eb, Verse, Barik, and myself – left the cloying gloom of the oldwalls and once again felt the ocean breeze of the Blade Grave. The smells it carried may not have been...
MotW: Epilogue
Tammy woke up under a full moon, on a gravel river bed, looking up at the stars. Turning her head, she saw a tall, black woman wearing a gold necklace, clad in an outdoorsy yet refined outfit. "Tami'it," her sonorous voice rolled as if thunder across the plains. "The...
MotW: Conclusion
Roger, Jolene, and Tommy fell bodily into a weird, super-advanced, alien technology shop, far removed from the misty hellscape they left. "Oh god, we're in the future," Ismene instinctively. Her protective gear spilled off of her, leaving her naked, holding her...