STORIES FOR THE PEOPLE

A wandering bard, writing for joy

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  • The Moonchild

    I leave a white and turbid wake, pale waters, paler cheeks, where’er I sail. Yonder, the warm waves blush like wine. The gold brow plumbs the blue. The diver sun – slow dived from noon – goes down; my soul mounts up! Is then, the crown too heavy that I wear? – Herman Melville (Moby Read more

  • Picture Perfect

    “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is fairest of them all?” As the words were spoken, the reflection of the speaker melted away and smoke swirled across the surface of the mirror. The room darkened, the mirror flashed lightning-blue, and a thunderous rumble shook the walls. A booming voice echoed around the room: “Why, Snow Read more

  • The Dread

    On top of a lonely hill, stood an inn.  Inside, the fire crackled and danced, throwing a dim glow into the shadows. A low murmur of conversation harmonised with the groan of the wind outside, while the rain drummed on the dirty windows. On occasion, the door shuddered open and another weary, frozen traveller collapsed Read more