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28 Mar 2021 8 minute read 0 comments Chris Roberts
So you've made aBow or blade,You've taken it to war,A smaller prizeInside it lies,For truly less is more. -Halfling Ditty Splinter - All Splinters except the Burning Lands Set - Promo - Special Airdrop Exclusive Class - Range-attacking Halving S...
28 Mar 2021 4 minute read 0 comments Gryphonboy
The Essence of Woman. "Anyone who knows anything of history knows that great social changes are impossible without feminine upheaval. Social progress can be measured exactly by the social position of the fair sex, the ugly ones included." - Karl Ma...
28 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Umin returns his attention to the task of filling his belly, as she settles the tub at the foot of his bed with a crisp, fleeting cacophony. “Such a feast.” He murmurs between mouthfuls of honeyed bread crust and fruity fungus. Though no gourmand b...
26 Mar 2021 2 minute read 1 comment NormalJess
He finally did it, finally got up the courage and finally followed through. That is what he was thinking to himself as he sat in the drive through line waiting to order his dinner. The buzzing voice of the cashier asking for his order, for the third...
25 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
The room is still and cool. Downy linens having slipped from bare and wiry limbs. His eyes wandering and still sleepy, light upon a shallow bowl bedside, piled high with minikin blood-hued oranges, bright like candle-shine against a heap of the scal...
24 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Umin has little recollection of their return journey. The arduousness of his travails at last overcrowing, he remembers being suddenly embraced by slim and supple limbs with the inevitable strength of marble. Then being charily borne aloft, like a wi...
22 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
The feculent ragman flinches, as though its name were an uttered curse or admonition. Umin moves gingerly closer, his boots soiled and squelching above the unspeakably succulent softness beneath his feet. In the near muck lies a plate of partially-co...
21 Mar 2021 1 minute read 2 comments ArmFarm
It was a late lazy summer afternoon. The heat still shimmered in waving curtains, as though being blown by rhyrhmic controlling wind. Jimmy had gone into his living quarters, sealed the entire system, and cranked up the environmental control to compe...
19 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Here the stink is sour and mycelial, a fungal ferment of rotten metalcraft and creamy dripstone. Umin recoils, recalling his not altogether distant captivity in a similar, if dustier oubliette. There is but the faintest light in this ghastly place. ...
17 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
For my eye, no need, still. Light for you though love. It is darker, deeper here than the Middle-below above. From a concealing pocket, somewhere under-gown she pulls something frost-blue and opaque, passing its waxiness to Umin. The stone-thing i...
