I wax poetically without any direction on occasion. This latest slew of words can be read as written or in reverse order by line. You can also mix and match the lines to wax poetic yourself.
Waxing Poetic
Month: March 2018
The Song of the Storm King
A little pet project of mine that I had no intention of sharing with anybody, aside from friends and family. It's a low fantasy story meant to be an epic, a sprawling continuation of events surrounding Garrett the Fox as he struggles to accept the mantle of the Storm King, coming to terms with his depression … Continue reading The Song of the Storm King
Poem: The Fox and The Red Death
Another poem that struck me. The Fox and the Red Death Carrion for the crows, a battle done darkly Boys longing to be men were cut down sharply The Fox with his red pelt, thunder in hand, is a wandering curse, a Pyrrhic victory roaming the land The Great Wolf bays at crows who prey … Continue reading Poem: The Fox and The Red Death
Writing Prompt: Bronze Age Fantasy
I'm trying my hand at this whole writing prompt thing. As in, I'm writing a prompt for other writers. The idea behind this prompt comes from a similar prompt I read when I was in elementary school: a large chunk of the story is given, you must write the ending. While this chunk is rather … Continue reading Writing Prompt: Bronze Age Fantasy
Adult Content?
WARNING: I swear a lot in this one. Not safe for children or people of Victorian ideology (I'm looking at you, FCC)
The End Times
It seems like almost every variation of the End Times, End of Days, End of All Things, etc. always ends up being some bleak and gloomy post apocalyptic wasteland and/or the extinction of humans/everything/common decency. I can name exactly two scenarios where this doesn't happen off the top of my head: Ragnarok, the prophesied end of … Continue reading The End Times
Word Feel
Like food, sentences have mouthfeel. It has less to do with the content of a sentence and more to do with the flow of words strung together. JRR Tolkien was a big advocate for mouthfeel, designing his elvish languages to have crisp feels while the Black Speech is a very back-of-the-mouth language (this was intentional, … Continue reading Word Feel
Paper
God I love paper. The feel, the smell, the sound: the only thing that comes close to the appeal of pen/pencil on paper would be the click-clack of a mechanical keyboard (anything less than a true mechanical keyboard is blasphemy.) It's just so much easier filling a sheet of paper with stuff than a word document, the stuff doesn't … Continue reading Paper
Damn those Dogg’d Days
"Damn those dogg'd days" is a phrase I think to myself. To my knowledge, no one else has ever or will ever use this phrase as part of their diction. Let's break down what it means, shall we?
The Storm King: My Anxiety Poem
I have anxiety. Usually I keep it under wraps with little more than that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach cropping up. Sometimes it creeps through as a full body lock-up, making reacting difficult if not impossible. Rarely, like on Tuesday, I get full on panic attacks: hyperventilation, nausea, loss of feeling in … Continue reading The Storm King: My Anxiety Poem
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