See also: The Sword, The Birth of a Blade, The Park at Night, and Father, Son, and Sword for more excerpts from the same world. Today's entry was intended to be done in one go, but I ran out of time. Expect to see it completed tomorrow (unless it grows out of control, which experience tells me might happen). I … Continue reading Torna: Introduction
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Ink: Epilogue
He loves her. He has to: she holds his heart in her hands. What can he do but love a woman who cups his still-beating heart so gratefully, so lovingly? He can see that she cares for it. He can feel that she does. She has stopped crying, leaving only the stains of her tears … Continue reading Ink: Epilogue
Ink, Part 4
There is a long line at the customer service desk, and Chester hates every other person in it. His sour mood is affecting the way he looks at the world, but he’s embracing it, because something about the way anger makes him feel is addictive. It’s not pleasant, but anger, for Chester, is like the … Continue reading Ink, Part 4
Ink, Part 3
The video game Chester enjoys playing most right now isn’t one he would have picked out for himself when he was younger. The tattoo on his arm is from an online first-person shooter. It’s the symbol of the guild to which he belonged. It was once true that all Chester would play were FPS titles, … Continue reading Ink, Part 3
Ink, Part 2
The gleaming aura that surrounded Chester’s new house faded last night as he reclined, on his back, in his bed. He stared at the ceiling which, painted a bone-white, almost seemed to stare back at him. In the night-dark of his first half-hour staring at that ceiling, still awake, it gains the sense of depthless … Continue reading Ink, Part 2
Ink, Part 1
Chester is thirty-one years old. He has no spouse or other romantic prospects, though not for lack of desire. He has no children, either, but he is content with that fact. He has two friends — who are truly just acquaintances, but Chester uses the word “friend” too liberally — who have oops-babies, and he … Continue reading Ink, Part 1
Becoming, Part VII
Becoming, Part VI It is an odd thing, to exist in two places at once. It is a circumstance which I suspect the vast majority of beings do not ever have the opportunity to experience. I experience it often, now, and I have become accustomed to the difficulties of manipulating multiple bodies in tandem; of … Continue reading Becoming, Part VII
Becoming, Part II
Part I To say simply that I knew Telan would be disingenuous, at least when taking the normal connotations of that statement under full consideration. I came to know a great many humans, and other sapient beings, once I began to walk among them in my guise. I didn’t know Telan as one might a … Continue reading Becoming, Part II
Becoming, Part I
I'm trying something a bit new! Beginning with this post, look for a continuation of this story every Saturday. I do not remember being born. This is a truth persistent among the vast majority of beings. In my experience, long-term memories don’t tend to form in the first few years of life. For me, personally, … Continue reading Becoming, Part I
Daydreams 