The Global Treasure Hunt: Riddle #3

You all are incredible at riddles. Enough of you have figured out the second riddle so I will post the third riddle now. The second tin is in Stockholm, a city known for its canals and islands. Begin in Humlegarden, which has green leaves, and is also home to the Royal Library whose books have... Continue Reading →

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The Song of Night and Dawn

The night smothered the bruised, black skies, And a foul wind began to rise By the devil’s wills, beyond the hills, Where all the world’s evil lies. The night swam through the rivers deep, Towards a town with no gates, no keep, Where fate had led us to the dead, Who lay in a cold,... Continue Reading →

The Global Treasure Hunt: Riddle #2

Since multiple people have gotten the first riddle to The Global Treasure Hunt, I will release the second riddle. But first let me explain where the first Tin was buried. The first riddle refers to a great, watchful eye and an hourly chime, which many of you correctly assumed to be the London Eye and... Continue Reading →

All the World Makes Me Think of You

Since then, the air tastes Of mince pies And mulled wine. Winter snow, Skin white, Tickles my nose With a faint, floral perfume. Since then, the sky glows A glossy rouge, and the streets Curve like a woman’s thighs. The sparrows sing In girlish trills, and the doves Talk in a lover’s whisper. Since then,... Continue Reading →

Your Touch

Your touch Lights a flame Whose drunken tongue Slides across my chest, Whose feverish hands Grasp me In a hot embrace. You ask me Why I'm silent. But your words Are half-deafened By the crackle of fire In my veins. I feel it Smolder in my skin And stifle My breath. You gaze down With... Continue Reading →

Before Their Time

Tulips spring From the morbid earth, Their leaves fleshy and green. One by one, Their petals splay, Tender to smell And to touch. And all the while The sun rises On weepy skies And wind-choked streets. Brown and decrepit, The grass lies low, As bulbs beyond count Slumber in ground below. Alone, The tulips stand... Continue Reading →

Only Sweet Memories

A porcelain face lives On the ceiling above my bed. When I lie back, I see Its blue gaze Stained into the sheetrock, And I wait And wonder when The stare will stop. Soon I fall asleep To the caress Of its breath on my brow, And fingers, I imagine, Trace paths through my hair... Continue Reading →

The Silver Pool in Oakwood Hollow

Past the thorny brush In Oakwood Hollow Lies a silver pool Bathed in starlight. Shadows Dance while the streams froth, And a bitter wind scampers Among the leaves. A lonely traveler stops To wipe his beaten brow. The path has lost him And his wits have left him, For in circles he walks, Around and... Continue Reading →

Modern Dialogue in a Medieval World

The most popular setting in the fantasy genre is by far medieval times. Whether in our own world or a world fabricated by the author, there is no shortage of stories in the Middle Ages. However, writing a medieval story poses some problems. How do you create an authentic world without alienating the modern-day reader?This... Continue Reading →

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