A long time ago, back before there were cars or TV or electricity lived a little girl in a land far across the sea. She was the daughter of a minor noble family and as was common for the time, she had been arranged from birth to marry another noble. You see, back then being relatives was safer than anything else to make friends and allies so who you were married to was very important to your family. And because little girls would never become important nobles themselves, their biggest job of their lives was to be married to one. Now you would say that this was very sad, but that was the way things were back then.
So the little girl was sent
My son ran up as my brother set down his bags. "Good to see you, little rapscallion! How've you been?"
Tyler held up a plastic nerf pistol. "I got a new gun! I've been shooting bad guys with it! Pechewboosh!" He pulled the trigger at a lamp but his darts were all still locked up after he had managed to land one in a pan I was cooking in last week.
"That's great! I know how much you like to play with this kind of stuff so I brought along a present for you to try out." He unzipped one of the duffel bags and dug around a little.
I sighed, "Oh James, not another nerf gun... He already has five, he doesn't need one more."
He straighten up a li
Death of the Apothecary-Smith by Vortsukoto, literature
Literature
Death of the Apothecary-Smith
Journal Entry:
2-15-6853 Elvish Reckoning
Today is a day of mourning as our Apothecary-Smith is suspected to have died today in his dwelling and workshop.
As previously mentioned, his condition had been worsening for several months following his incident with the artificial fang. While his outpourings of ideas have proved invaluable in the construction and design of the aerial craft, the terrifyingly alien nature of many of the designs as well as the man’s eccentricities have both taken on a new fervor in recent weeks. Hardy any day could pass without the smell of fresh rain pouring forth from his shop or strange lights to flicker wi
1. Jump
Flying away,
Legs that do the job of wings
Carrying me up
And up
So I can fall though to bliss
2. Lie
It leaks
Like acid
Between your the teeth, inside my brain
Every word another drop
It’s killing me every day
Your apologies bring only one comfort
More acid
And a quicker death
3. Death
Such is the fear of all men
That when they are gone
Naught but a husk shall remain
But truly…
Was there ever anything but the husk
To leave?
4. Love
They say that love is in the heart
That this muscle is where the emotion resides
I say that love is in the blood
Caressing every nook, every cranny
And enraging the veins with fire
A
A long time ago, back before there were cars or TV or electricity lived a little girl in a land far across the sea. She was the daughter of a minor noble family and as was common for the time, she had been arranged from birth to marry another noble. You see, back then being relatives was safer than anything else to make friends and allies so who you were married to was very important to your family. And because little girls would never become important nobles themselves, their biggest job of their lives was to be married to one. Now you would say that this was very sad, but that was the way things were back then.
So the little girl was sent
My son ran up as my brother set down his bags. "Good to see you, little rapscallion! How've you been?"
Tyler held up a plastic nerf pistol. "I got a new gun! I've been shooting bad guys with it! Pechewboosh!" He pulled the trigger at a lamp but his darts were all still locked up after he had managed to land one in a pan I was cooking in last week.
"That's great! I know how much you like to play with this kind of stuff so I brought along a present for you to try out." He unzipped one of the duffel bags and dug around a little.
I sighed, "Oh James, not another nerf gun... He already has five, he doesn't need one more."
He straighten up a li
Death of the Apothecary-Smith by Vortsukoto, literature
Literature
Death of the Apothecary-Smith
Journal Entry:
2-15-6853 Elvish Reckoning
Today is a day of mourning as our Apothecary-Smith is suspected to have died today in his dwelling and workshop.
As previously mentioned, his condition had been worsening for several months following his incident with the artificial fang. While his outpourings of ideas have proved invaluable in the construction and design of the aerial craft, the terrifyingly alien nature of many of the designs as well as the man’s eccentricities have both taken on a new fervor in recent weeks. Hardy any day could pass without the smell of fresh rain pouring forth from his shop or strange lights to flicker wi