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I’ve been watching you.  Your encounters. Your dalliances. Your manipulation. An enigma among the countless other enigmas of space. That’s what you were. I do not know why it chose you. I do not know how you did it. Perhaps it was because you had endured. Perhaps it was simply curious as to what a human was and brought you to its abode. Perhaps it was a silly mistake on its part. We will never…

Outside lay winter and its icy embrace. Winds frosty and breaths visible. A telling reminder of its imprudent hand on everyday life. People roamed around, clothed in furs and wool. Solidarity existed in the way all rubbed their hands together, coaxing any possible warmth out of the friction generated. Jaws clanged shut and back open as the shivers gripped those not meant or not prepared for…

It was a pleasant day, with the coming of the fall and winter looming in the distant future. The chirrupy tales sung by the migrating birds were commonplace, earning the awed as well as the annoyed glances of the working folk. The sweet smell of honey and the crisp crunch of bread hanging around the edges of bakeries and cafes alike, were spread throughout the thoroughfare that was the…

A love most pure

Life, there was life in me. None could deny it. Nobody could dare deny it. It was a fact, as eternal as the silent patience of a sea blasted stone. Some say life is the ability to feel emotion, to understand and comprehend. That is not life, it is sentience. Others take the more scientific approach and slap a few terms on the word as a label. But no, that is also not true, at least not to me.…

The warrior’s lament

The blizzard blew unfettered across the broken land. The deep melancholy as well as the cacophony of winter had arrived, reigning supreme over all. Soft flakes of snow zipped away in streaks of white. Little flashes of lightening lit up the grim darkness of the blizzard in random intervals. Any normal person would have called the sight breathtaking. And it was. Breathtaking, that is. The bards of…

A shaping of ideas

For the umpteenth time, the orbs were nothing more than hollow transparent spheres, smaller than her palm, awaiting to accept their role as they were. There was naught but silence, stretching thin and frail across the sordid room. The room remained gloomy. She sat waiting in the corner, her focus solely and utterly devoted to the orbs placed across the room.

It didn’t take long for them to…

Exaggerated like an Indian serial

In the deepest trench of insta, On my chats with idiots, Lies the word of steel With me as a meal.   Oof I go When I see that message, Oh such a message! Oops my heart goes dead (tik tok baby!)   You wonder, layman What word could it be? I laugh at you all I can And jump around in glee   Do you really want to know? The word that can kill And made the divine(me) bow Are you even ready without…

A cycle of hate

The Imperial Army of Unta trudged across the broken city, looking for survivors in the gloom. Of course, the chances of finding any was very low. The unbridled rage released against the Midnight City was something terrifying to remember. The Dynasty was pissed. Eradication was the only worthy answer that could be given to the traitorous Midnight Empire, for on their hands lied the blood of…

The messiah with no name part 2

Ravens. Surely, they must be the faithful servants of Death. Was that why they followed him around? Wherever he went, the birds marking ill fate always accompanied him.  The man couldn’t help but wonder, was it because of faith or greed. After all, he was the harbinger of death. Scores of corpses followed in his wake. Perhaps the ravens followed him for the…

The messiah with no name

The sun shed its golden tendrils across the universe. The tendrils of life travelled distances unknown and through voids unknown to reach the mortal sphere of Earth. The tendrils entered the hovering mass of air around the sphere, spreading its hues across the seven seas and the seven lands.

It sped across the globe at speeds unknown, beholden to the human eye, streaming away in all its glory.…

A time of madness

The wayward wind blew its sullen reaches across the meadow. It blew across the yellow strands of autumn springing out of the fresh scented soil. On and on it blew, across the countless meadows, across the lands unknown. Passed it many a man, their heavy set eyes wary of omens in the wayward wind. On and on it blew until it blew across the church, standing high and proud on the hill, scented with…

(an extract from the novel i’m working on. In reference to the story ‘A life remembered’)

Up in the northern reaches,

where reside the blue eyed creatures,

where water turns hard as stone,

where the blazing fires of life are snuffed down to a candle,

walks the shattered one,

his path of insanity.

The forest grows quiet on his approach,

It fears him, his half-dead…

The task was done. An almost impossible task, completed. Honored. All of it in the name of honor. Such a strange concept, even the most wisest of men could not grasp the hidden meanings behind that simple word. Such was the nature of language.

It was night. Up there in the northern reaches, night was a time of wonders, of dancing lights. An inexperienced eye would imagine the work of God…