Tornmile: Part 50

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Tornmile Part L: The Golden Hawk Mishak pushed the girl ahead of him out into the large square that sprawled before the mansions of the city’s Northern district. The bland name belay the expense of the buildings and the nobility that lived there, but now was not a time for musing on the vanity of … Continue reading

Who We Are

Sunset over Mill Green

You may remember that a while ago, I posted a short stage piece, here, called Versions, which waxed intellectual (or, at least, mused) on the concept that we are different people, different versions of ourselves around different people. Give it a read and you’ll see what I mean. Regardless, I’ve heard a lot recently – … Continue reading

Tornmile: Part 49

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Tornmile Part XLIX: Vows Brielle supressed the urge to rub at her knee and looked at the candles on the altar in front of her. The time was nearly gone and she would be glad to be able to rise from her position on the floor. The cathedral’s stonework was old and worn with use, … Continue reading

How To Grow Up

How To Grow Up Stand up straight. Don’t play with your food. Don’t talk back to me. Don’t be so rude. Elbows off the table. Feet on the floor. If you don’t finish what you have You can’t have any more. Hands out of your pockets. How was school today? Were you born in a … Continue reading

Tornmile: Part 48

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Tornmile Part XLVIII: A Pair of Damsels Mishak and Wieland emerged from the The Old Wreck into the dark street. The air smelled of the recent rain, though no more than a steady trickle still fell from the sky. Mishak turned his coat collar up against it and wondered how the smith managed without a … Continue reading

Fortis Cadere

  Fortis Cadere He walks determined, each insistent step a defiance. The fire of the skies makes the blood glisten As it runs down his arms and falls – A perfect sphere from gory hands. His face is a crimson mask marred with bitter tears And a smile like a sharpened sickle. Ragged gasps escape … Continue reading

Tornmile: Part 47

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Tornmile Part XLVII: Leaf In A Forest Johreel moved quickly through the undergrowth, crouching as he moved to avoid being seen. Trees creaked and cracked as the wind shivered through the canopy above. That wind was cold, cutting through Johreel’s tunic to the skin. But Johreel didn’t care about the wind, what he cared about … Continue reading

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