He couldn’t think of any way to identify this place. It wasn’t small, that much was true. It wasn’t large either. It wasn’t ugly, but it wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t hot, but it wasn’t cold. It wasn’t barren, nor was it verdant. It wasn’t dark, nor was it bright. There were no people, that much … Continue reading The Empty
Tag: Prose Poetry
The Tomb of the Tyrant: Part 2
He found a cliff and leapt off, grabbing an updraft and curving it towards the Tomb. He didn’t know exactly what he was going to see there, but he knew that it he’d probably not encounter anything good. Ossus the Tyrant had been quite powerful even without his vast resources and army. It was even … Continue reading The Tomb of the Tyrant: Part 2
Tick Tock
Tick... tock... tick... tock... tick... tock. Every click of the clock resonates and echoes beyond what I ever though possible, filling my house, filling my head. Tick... tock... tick... tock. Each resounding tick and every resounding tock is like a knife in my chest, like a bullet in my head. I cover my ears and … Continue reading Tick Tock
A Trip to Faerie
There once was a girl who saw the Fey. It was a normal night in the countryside when she woke and couldn't sleep again. She didn't know where to go or what to do, but the fireflies she spied outside looked so inviting that she felt the need to see them more closely. So, she … Continue reading A Trip to Faerie
The Mourning Mountain
I found myself standing atop the Mourning Mountain one day, so named because it was in mourning. I didn't quite find my way there, so much as the way found me. I walked along the path, and my sight, my soul, my self, were lost and left behind as I walked on. The path swallowed … Continue reading The Mourning Mountain