Look at Me

Time, its not so timeless And things never seem to change Who we are and what we do It’s stone, not rearranged We live, we laugh, we love, we play We fight, we kill, we fear, we hate Never has it mattered what it is, the day and age Things are all that separate the … More Look at Me

On the Eve: 8

Antony – Commander of Queen Jocasta’s Army I am conflicted. Queen Jocasta has recalled our armies to Clarmont. All of them. Each and every weary, exhausted regiment is to report to this tiny speck of a village in an attempt to regroup and finish what we began. My conflict stems not from my duty to … More On the Eve: 8

The Revolt Returns: 9

“Hey guys! Has anyone seen my jar of annoying whispering wisps?” Approaching the Lenghornian village’s central meeting area, Dustin the Determined asks his co-workers where his pets might be. “Oh yeah, we actually threw them out.” Chris the Comical tells him. “They all died. Did you not feed them?” His quizzical stare slowly fading into … More The Revolt Returns: 9

On the Eve: 6

King Jordain She knows exactly where my heart lies. Buried deep within that sheath of angst, she knows the truth. She knows I cannot raise my blade to her. This foolhardy campaign is fueled by her insatiable desire for revenge; her misguided malfeasance. Yet reality continues to elude her. The entirety of her army’s morale rests … More On the Eve: 6

I Want to Play a Game

I’d like to try a thought experiment. This might be weird; but just bear with me. You’ll need to pay very close attention to the things you’re about to read. More importantly, you’ll need to truly, truly, visualize and imagine what I’m going to say. I want you to imagine yourself plugging your ears. Sound strange? … More I Want to Play a Game

On the Eve: 4

Favian, Royal Record-Keeper & Historian of the East The West shall never comprehend the world the way we Easterners do. What ire could have possibly made Jocasta think she could overtake us? The East and West have co-existed, as agreed, for twelve winters now. Why is she suddenly afflicted with the desire to destroy? I … More On the Eve: 4

The Revolt Returns: 8

“Hey, what was the name of that new girl again? You know, the brown haired Lenghornian with the exquisite…personality?” Back in Spam’s newly reconstructed Tower of Management, Will the Wolf ponders the assets of a Lenghornian newcomer with Chilian manservent, Quesadilla. “I know not, my Lord.” Quesadilla replies. “I am but a lowly Chilian. Our … More The Revolt Returns: 8

Love & Loss

Adalasia: First Entry July, 1943. Sicily. A curious thing happened today. It’s amazing how different things are, amidst the bombings and the shells and the shouting. A week ago I was making pies. Prepping soups upstairs in my father’s shop. My days were filled with that of cheer and joy. Now I find myself coddled … More Love & Loss

Love & Loss: 11

I can’t do this. I can’t. I’m so afraid. They’re here. The Germans. They’re retaking the city. They’ve launched an overwhelming counter offensive to regain control of Sicily. I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do. My God please help me. Please, I’m begging you. I can hear the gunshots outside. I can hear … More Love & Loss: 11

Love & Loss: 5

July, 1943. Sicily. He is the greatest man I will ever know. Adam returned today. His first instinct was to barricade the wall, because he knew exactly what artillery strike would be taking place. He came in with that gleaming hair and shimmering smile and told me that he would never let me be harmed. … More Love & Loss: 5

Love & Loss: 4

July, 1943. Sicily. I can’t wait to see her again. Adalasia. Such a beautiful name. The dry spots on her hands told me that she was one that was willing to take on the burden of work. She was the first to volunteer her service, making sure none that followed had anything that needn’t be … More Love & Loss: 4

Love & Loss: 3

July, 1943. Sicily. He was here again today. Adam, the handsome soldier from the US 7th. I can still see his blonde hair, the sparkle, shimmering as the setting sun’s light reflects off his golden locks. He came into the shop today and asked for bread. His unit was most hurried, as there seemed to … More Love & Loss: 3

Love & Loss

July, 1943. Sicily. I hope I see him again. It’s amazing how different things are, amidst the bombings and the shells and the shouting. A week ago I was making pies. Prepping soups upstairs in my father’s shop. My days were filled with that of cheer and joy. Now I find myself coddled in a … More Love & Loss