This poem is my interpretation of why I am the way I am these days. As I was strolling on my evening promenade, A little boy ran into me, but it seemed he wasn't fazed. I asked him what's the matter, and he said none at all, He said Magic was a troll and had … Continue reading Mourning Magic
T. Dusenvolt
The Zwillings Pt. 9
In which we thank some tuna and plan to fly. "Come on!" Hunter bellowed, and with that, she ran after him into the ruins of a city lost to the hands of evil. *** Luitpold jolted awake, and not a second had passed before he felt the pain. Not pain like the sting of salt … Continue reading The Zwillings Pt. 9
A Poem I Wrote Because I was Angry.
You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be put in a limerick against you. JK =) Aargh! quacked the dog as he woke from his bed, He'd had no sleep and hit his head And the Lao jumped over a loon. Shirt! barked the duck as he swam in … Continue reading A Poem I Wrote Because I was Angry.
The Incredible House of Duggins Pt. 2
"Anubis!" Jemima laughed, and at that a black hound taller than a man leapt onto her. The beast then started to lick her face profusely, to the evident pleasure of the small girl. Eventually she managed to wrestle him off, but the dog continued to bark and prance about her bed as if it hadn't … Continue reading The Incredible House of Duggins Pt. 2
The Incredible House of Duggins Pt. 1
Jemima Duggins was a collector. She had traveled all the world over in search of the strange, dangerous, and downright wacky. Her knowledge of mystical relics and haunted castles was as wide as the sea. She was also only eleven years of age, but if you asked anyone who knew her, you would find that … Continue reading The Incredible House of Duggins Pt. 1
The Sowers
This is a poem that I thought would be short, but turned out being quite lengthy. For a friend through the years. There is a monstrous smoke-belching pit, So big that it's eating the world. It's slowly pulling all people in All to the depths of the earth. This pit has been pulling for eons … Continue reading The Sowers
The Zwillings Part 7
In which we plan the escape. For the firstborn Darter. Marie put her face in her hand. She grumbled an unintelligible string of annoyance and looked back at Hunter. "So," she sighed, "what now? I mean you have a kid on your back and I'm not as good a shot as you, judging by the … Continue reading The Zwillings Part 7
Poems from the Back of My Head
I wrote these poems fast and when I was tired on purpose to see what I could conjure from the back of my head. Grammatically Inaccurate Truth If people would only be nicer, Then peace would spring up like a geyser Don't hate fella's colors More color's less duller! So gentlemen, just be more wiser … Continue reading Poems from the Back of My Head
The Zwillings, Chapter 1
The pittering and pattering of the harsh winter rain fell loudly on the dark alleyways of Atlanta, but the rain wasn’t the only sound that cold and windy night. The otherworldly hum of airborne machines scouring the area and the electric tap of dying streetlights bolstered the monotone drone of the downpour. All of these … Continue reading The Zwillings, Chapter 1
The Zwillings Part 2
Like The Eve Project, these stories will start where the last one left off. I'm going to show you some illustrations when I can. Sorry I didn't have one for pt. 1. For the redhead. "Continue." At this, Dr. Carmichael retired to his station at the side of the circular black room, where many gigantic … Continue reading The Zwillings Part 2
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