Twisted
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Twisted by Man
The world of Man is ripped apart. We should care but few have a heart. Continue reading
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Who Am I
Who am I? Came sit and find out. Let’s learn what its all about Continue reading
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Food For Thought
Living in an environment of machines and barren concrete, it’s no wonder so many people have become barren and mechanical within. The wonder is that some still keep a spark of the green flame alive— John Michael Greer : The Druidry Handbook Continue reading
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Fire Side Tales
A short story of how the world could go. Part 1 Continue reading
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Phantasms
Phantom’s leap phantoms howl They shiver and shriek, their on the prowl. They came for me and dragged me down. They come again, it’s your time now. They drag you down deep beneath the ground. Down down, you’ll never be found. Look out for when the phantoms prowl. You’ll hear their shrieks, feel their growl Continue reading
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Sunday post
PAINFUL JOURNEY Her Auburn hair whipped around her, a halo of flames. Eyes smoldered with golden light, seeing all that lay before them. Around her, a chill wind blew fanning the flames of her hair to even higher states. It caught at her white dress, flaring the hem high and wide. All in all, it Continue reading
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Sunday Story
VISIONS In The Mist Mist rose from the ground, a swirling vortex of fantastical shapes. It was a strange type of mist rising here, quite unlike any other I had seen. Usually, the mist was translucent, easy to see through, and easy enough to ignore. This, however, was a nightmarish fog. So dense that even Continue reading
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The Old One’s
Waiting watchingThe Old Ones are patient.They know their time will comeFor mankind’s end has begun. Baleful eyesDreadful liesThese are their favored tools.Men shall believe them. Trust them.They are fools. Their thrones again they will seekNo longer content to the shadows. No longer meek.Their gazes burn, filled with hate.Cusring all. Cursing fate. Can you not relate? Continue reading
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Twisted Thoughts
Which way will it go? Up or down, left or right? What path will lead us towards the light? Will we escape the trappings of our minds? Or will we fall, a descent into Chaos we find? One way or another, our will must it bind. Often to suffer throughout all time. A discordant madness Continue reading
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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