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Letters to Darn - LossMy love, I only just heard what happened! I am so sorry. I know you loved Robert and Karol, even if you did not always get along. I have heard some . . . disturbing rumors. Some are saying - well I am sure you have heard them too. My brother tells me they were killed by the Tirashan. Your brother Nikita may still be alive though. Sometimes they take nobles prisoner.
I know you will put on a brave face while your heart is breaking, that you will swear to do your duty and march on. But I know what is in your heart, and I feel every tear you refuse to shed. I pray even more now for your safety. I could not bear it if something were to happen to you.
I am . . . well. The sisters are not what I expected, but then few things are. Sister Haestia could probably take out a bear with just her fists. I have never met a woman so
Letters to Darn - DepartureI know it's only been a few days since you left to meet your brothers on the front lines, but I had to write you. I miss you so much . . . I have always known duty could take you away but I never thought it would really happen. It's lonely here without you. I know you asked me to stay safe, to stay out of trouble, but I can't just wait here. Every day I . . . well, I am sure you know. You miss me too.
The White Sisters agreed to let me accompany a group of their healers. I will be meeting them in just another few days. Don't worry, my love. They aren't sending us any place dangerous. Just to a field hospice on neutral ground. My father and the Tirashan Queen both agreed it was elysium, safe from attack. So I will be as safe there as anywhere, maybe more so.
I worry about you already. I know you can take care of yourself, b
100 Years pt 3"This one is alive," a voice called nearby. The words broke across the darkness as cold and vicious as winter wind. "No," Darn croaked, "Gods, no . . ." Hands grabbed him and he felt himself lifted up. His traitor eyes opened a crack letting in the wicked light of day. How can I still live, he thought. What a cruel humor the gods have. "Looks like his woman didn't make it though," the voice spoke again, "I hope she died quickly." Darn would have laughed if he could have mustered the energy. Failed. Again. Why could he not just die?
A jarring movement sent him spinning back into the abyss, the shock too much for his frayed mind. When Darn woke again, he felt warm, almost suffocated by heat. He tried to sit up but his body refused to obey him, twitching feebly. "Hot," he groaned, voice gravelly with thirst. Darn could see a strangely arched ceiling far above him, moonlight shining on the old, polished sto
100 Years pt 2Darn stared at the rubble of the Cloaktower, wondering what to do now. He took a few steps forward, peering into the dark hole, eyes stinging from the smoke. His boot came down on something soft and he almost fell, trying to shift weight back to his other foot. The body beneath him was too burnt to be recognizable, the robes and flesh melded into a charred mass. Darn felt his bile rise and swallowed it back. There was nothing here he wanted to see.
As he turned away, a feeble twitching movement caught his eye. Darn walked to it, making out a hand, fingers scrabbling at the cobblestone. He knelt, lifting a piece of timber aside. The boy beneath it looked up at him, eyes bleeding and sightless. Help me, he gasped. Darn could not hear him, but understood. He touched the boys hand, clasping it. I will do what I can, he said. The boy seemed to calm at that, letting his cheek rest on t
100 Years pt 1“Shit.” Darn sat up and rubbed his head, wondering where exactly he was this morning. The night before was a wine filled haze of fighting in the Gauntlet and laughing with Hank. He blinked, trying to clear the grainy feeling from his eyes, hand reaching for his flask. It was gone, along with his coin purse. Darn shrugged and sat up, his body sore and aching. It should be no surprise, he thought, looking at his bed for the night. A few bales of hay and some barley sacks piled in an alley, perfect, he thought. He stood, a sharp pain running down his leg. That had something to do with a dwarf . . . hadn’t he said something about reminding the man’s mother to clean her beard next time? The memory was fuzzy and vague; he wished the results were too.
Darn hobbled home to bathe and get a change of clothes. Some coin was in order as well – there was gambling to be done, and drinking to soothe
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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