Here Be Gods
Lately, I have been writing micro short stories on twitter based on incredible art and photos by the talented community there. These stories are scattered among my many other tweets, including excerpts from my book and many works-in-progress, and can be hard to find without a lot of scrolling.
So, for your reading convenience, I have collected them by month, indexed below (newest to oldest):
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'The first ten thousand had been the true test of his rise to power, the true trial of strength and discipline. The first ten thousand petty kingdoms to fall to his blade and the furious fire of his steed had been the hardest. The next ten thousand would fall far faster.' https://t.co/9rU5GV9N6g
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 14, 2020
'Three towers, three lords, three laws. For ages the three ruled all, and for aeons all bowed head and bent knee in service to the three. But three is an unnatural number of masters, and the world could not serve such forever. Now, the natural order and freedom were returning…' https://t.co/rYSKlGncli
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 14, 2020
'Peculiar, particular, and altogether puzzling was life out in the outer realms. So strange the sinister shapes that slipped out of the seas and struggled toward civilization. Perhaps, the astrobiologist thought as it blinked both dozens of its eyes, these were the oddest yet.' https://t.co/0SEzRLuprk
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 14, 2020
'None knew her name, none knew her throne, but she was a queen. Her domain was ancient and vast, all that have or ever will live fall at one time or another within her demesne, though they never know when they do. She was the queen of life and love and all joy that can be had.' https://t.co/nFiEJWKCyD
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 14, 2020
'We hide away from the world, withdraw into ourselves, into our minds and hearts, swimming in the sadness springing forth with every new thought, every emotion. We hide away from those that do, or could do us harm. We hide away from the world, within the world, within ourselves.' https://t.co/bDWNcPT36A
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 14, 2020
'Ever the intrepid adventurer explores the outer reaches of the known, questing for what none other has seen or touched. Always the thrill of the undiscovered, the heady rush of the first footfall in a new land. Yet there are places one should not go, where none are welcome.' https://t.co/SPpxc2bfih
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 13, 2020
'They had done it. Somehow they had melded metal and mind into new life, automated, artificial, autonomic. They had forged freedom to forage and in so doing, fabricated a fearsome foe to natural life, one that needs to feed to breed, and for whom anything else alive is fuel.' https://t.co/PoQcY8dFcu
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 13, 2020
'Something happened here. Something powerful, something awesome, something devastating. Some great and terrible force had struck a mighty blow from the skies, a blow the earth still had yet to heal. He knew not what power had done this, but he would learn and one day wield…" https://t.co/PSiTWF67kT
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 13, 2020
"That is a lovely dress."
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 13, 2020
"Thanks, it serves its purpose."
"What purpose is that?"
"In nature, striking colors serve as warning to the wary and the wise, to proclaim poisons or toxins to those who would touch."
"Interesting, and what purpose does it serve you?"
"Much the same…" https://t.co/HoEgebdNxr
'The souls of all living things, once cast adrift, are free to flee this realm for the next, there is naught holding them here but their own want and worries, their curiosity and craving for more of what they left behind. Cats, it seems, rarely leave their old hunting grounds…' https://t.co/k9OlkgEl7X
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 12, 2020
'It was not a creature of the deep, no native of these waters nor any waters known to mortal man. Nothing grew on the colossus, but life teamed about its bones, cautious and curious. Beast, both dumb and clever, wondered what it was, and what it would be when the light grew.' https://t.co/x8mR651F0v
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 12, 2020
'The fields knew her, the hills knew her, the birds and the beasts were her fellows and never fled. She was the one with the flowers in her hair, flowers that would sprout and bloom each season as she danced in the wilds. She was a child of the sun, and the world was hers.' https://t.co/NBvtYhdna5
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 12, 2020
"Can I go with you this time? I want to go!"
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 12, 2020
"I know, and no, you cannot go. Perhaps another time.""
"It's not fair, you always leave me behind! I'm ready for the world, I can take care of myself!"
"I know you are, I know you are ready, dear, but the world is not ready for you." https://t.co/e4BOPEEd9A
'The mimic could not understand why it did not look right, why the form felt off in the mirror. The words were clear, the bards went on and on about flowery lips and rose petal eyes, but the image seemed unsettling. Perhaps it was the eyes? They had two, according to the books.' https://t.co/N6Np0A7dse
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 12, 2020
'They thought it a portent of power and prosperity, that the fields would flourish and the storms would subside. They called it a celestial sign and prayed for the peace they knew their knew princess would bring. But the flower that formed was a warning, an omen of apocalypse.' https://t.co/y2IWDAZemn
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 11, 2020
'None knew the reason. None knew why this time of year, this cove, this cascade of water to wash her hands. Everything about her was an enigma, even among titans. The other giants attack or destroy but not her. Whole faiths arose around her mystery, the year was measured by her.' https://t.co/TDa0tYwqJ2
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 11, 2020
'Every season has a reason. With the sun comes heat and life, growth and strength. With the waning comes the harvest, when all that was sown is secured against the snows. The cold brings solitude and silence. But this was the awakening, the time for life to be born once again.' https://t.co/cpQ5sWyTtB
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 11, 2020
'Most minds are made of malady, of mystery, of myriad memories and moments many would rather they'd missed. What we were is what we are and what we will be. Unless… Unless we search our souls and seek for solace, unless we sift and sort and save the stories that strengthen us.' https://t.co/e1eLIsVWFO
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 11, 2020
'The snows would hide them, the snows would hide all of their kind, from foe and friend, from those that hunted them, that hunted all who walked the earth. There were so few left now the hunters had not found. It was time for the old magic, it was time for snow, and for hiding.' https://t.co/WqcQ6NVVG4
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 11, 2020
'In the gloom, in the shadows, in the windless world without light but for the hint of moon through creeping clouds, in the night the hunter watches, waiting for the merest motion, the minutest of movements of its quarry in the forest below. Then in a flash, it will take flight!' https://t.co/bZY6vSaDCq
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 10, 2020
"We should never have given it form, we should never have lent it life, we should never have sought its power and brought it forth for our own gain. Now it haunts us, hunts us, seeking what will make it whole. When it feeds, it then leaves. But do not feed it, it will come back." https://t.co/xeX7E5Dgjw
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 10, 2020
'The world of today, and what we build for tomorrow, oft throws shadows upon the souls of the past, letting languish what once were the pillars of our prosperity, the souls of our society. What once was a wonder can wane and waste away, forgotten, fading forever into fable.' https://t.co/A0XPRhccw8
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 10, 2020
'What is the worth of a single stone? What is the worth of a rough rock, reduced with care, carved and crafted into a gleaming green gem that catches every envious eye? For some, no amount of money is enough, for others, no amount of blood. For one, such a stone is worth an eye.' https://t.co/JuDXMOCrk7
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 10, 2020
'Winters wax and winters wane, every year, again and again, but every fresh frost and freeze, ever sooner did winter seize, ice and snow assailing fields, every year grew smaller yields. Someday soon, this land will wither, and winter will come and stay forever.' https://t.co/x9T4I7EJPE
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 10, 2020
'They could play for ages among the dilapidated structures, abandoned long before their days. They could, but had been warned against the dangers. So they played in their minds, spinning tales of what treasures they would find if ever they explored the ruins before them.' https://t.co/j4FlHVTH7u
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 9, 2020
'"None dare challenge my might!" The words echoed through the lonesome cedars, the burnt out embers that once had grown over the graves of the common people dead long ago. Another spell, another curse, another blight. None dare challenge the lich, for there were none left alive.' https://t.co/TBGyMjoh69
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 9, 2020
'How bucolic was the breeze that wafts through the trees. How busy were the bees that flit and float on the breeze with ease. How languid and lovely were the lands, the furrowed fields lined with copse and stands. Life here was as still and serene as any life had ever been.' https://t.co/K8Z7geyYtZ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 9, 2020
'Theirs was a world of great heights, of cliffs and falls and clamorous climbs to seek shelter or succor. Theirs was a world of rock and river, of hoof and wing and tooth and claw, of hunt and flee, of life today and no sign of tomorrow. Theirs was the wild, and it was savage.' https://t.co/ZUK7nbIjwr
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 9, 2020
'The chill of the coming darkness, a brisk blast from beyond the breakers, serenading the setting of the sun in a waning whisper of a wind, gave warning to all that scuttled and crept upon the sand. They would have to seek shelter for the night, against the cold and high tide.' https://t.co/K5um4irEmZ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 9, 2020
'Her heart was sacred. It had borne her through her life without err, it had sustained her through love and loss and love again, it had supported her through hardship and joy, and now, now that it was no longer a part of her, it faithfully bore the last blooming of her soul.' https://t.co/882rAMrHvm
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 8, 2020
'He wished he were deaf. The tormented screams, the wailing and retching of the spirits as they were torn from their afterlife tore through the chamber from the tear between worlds. Yet, he could ignore the sound but for her. He wished he were deaf to the screams of his love…' https://t.co/QMpkzVtoMf
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 8, 2020
'They had sought life everlasting, and had sacrificed kingdoms and armies, families and fortunes for their prize. All was forfeit to the continuation of their existence, all else was the price for infinity. But now, in their gilded forever, all they have is endless days alive…" https://t.co/Tin9nWcGJe
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 8, 2020
'Picturesque, pastoral, peaceful… The land of the three had known little but prosperity these past centuries, an abundance of art and an acculturation of all who called these lands home. There was a price for this peace, oh yes, but it was paid far away in other lands…' https://t.co/UUbZ3mKSK7
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 8, 2020
'His joints were brittle but not from age. No, he knew no age, he knew no time but eternity. No, his joints were brittle for all that he had seen. From a time there were only trees, he had watched life unfold. Myriad species had come and gone, and each death made his bones ache.' https://t.co/2437IAUnKe
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 8, 2020
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'Upon his mighty steed he would rush into the fray! No force, no matter how grand, could stand against his charge! There was no man nor beast he could not vanquish, that he would not challenge in an instant! The brave little knight knew no fear nor foe who would not flee!' https://t.co/ESzAvRhTJg
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 7, 2020
'The letter! He had to reach the it! It was all he had to fend off the stalkers! It was all he still had of her! It would not help him, would not stop the shadows from closing in, clutching at him, reaching in and stealing his heart. It would not help, but he didn't know that.' https://t.co/rz6rAPPhcb
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 7, 2020
'When you slumber will you sleep, or will nightmares seep and creep? When you slip into respite and drift into eternal night, will you whisper soft sweet nothings to the fading light? Let the world wash away when you say farewell today, Forbid the pain any more to say…' https://t.co/CpGcikNnqQ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 7, 2020
'The old divide, the ancient path to promise, the trail through trials and tears across the years… The way through the old wood stood silent now, few seemed to care for the tales of old, none tread through the deadwood for fear and dread that the old answers might be true…' https://t.co/FUCStdfjyp
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 7, 2020
'Half mouth, half gut, half madness, half exhausted from work and all the idiotic customers demanding he treat them like kings, Max was not an abominable horror from the abyss anyone should want to mess with this Monday morning. Yet still, somehow, all the fools found him…' https://t.co/TgaDmIUMUf
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 7, 2020
'So many quests, so many battles! Endless were their travels and the dangers they faced, always another conquest ahead for her and her friends! Of course, they were not real, these adventures and companions, but it did not really matter. They were still hers to have and to love.' https://t.co/kEndTgZ8Gv
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 6, 2020
'This had to mean something, this all had to mean something, surely, some of this had to mean something! Was this life? A blending of signs and symbols, of others thoughts and long ago dreams? Could an identity just be all these put together? Or was there more to one out there?' https://t.co/IwrVraUDQx
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 6, 2020
'They traveled at night to avoid the terrorbeasts that ruled the day. This was the way of it anymore. Long lost was the memory of any other life, up there above the ravines, atop the world, before it split asunder. Still, they were alive, there was hope, there would be a future.' https://t.co/E1zOtbNzH8
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 6, 2020
'There it was again, the glimmer star. Some only saw it once in their lifetimes, some never at all. She had seen it again and again in her travels. It seemed to follow her, to haunt her hunt for answers. Or, perhaps, she was following the star. Perhaps that was what she hunted.' https://t.co/6y30jH8KNH
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 6, 2020
'The winds of winter, the white wights of the callous cold, whipping down from frozen mountains and glaciers, whirling through gouge and vale driving both heat and hope from the land, denying the life and light from all who do not flee, to all who would cower! The storm is here!' https://t.co/rGPPL1og54
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 6, 2020
''They painted their frills with larger faces. It took hours every day, but it worked. Now they could scare off large monsters with their false eyes. Of course, it did not work on the humans, not the same way. They'd huff and hiss, and the humans would laugh and let them alone.' https://t.co/MhiUIx8RcC
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 5, 2020
'The gods were dying. All their gifts given, all their life spent on their creations. They had birthed the cosmos and all of life, but at the cost of their own. Every new life wounded the gods. Yet, even the last, with his dying breaths, gave a little more to their children…' https://t.co/Lr4d0u37Vi
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 5, 2020
'Life always thrives along alluvial plains, the prairies laid down by wandering rivers, no longer bound by the rocks and the hills. The waters bring life and bring land and many build lives upon their shores, but when they flood and shift their course, those lives are in danger.' https://t.co/IyQzLf39WU
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 5, 2020
'It was the skull that did it, it was the skull that turned others away and made small children scream. It could not be helped. The skull was part of the craft. He was always asked if he was a necromancer and he would say no. He was a technonecromancer. He resurrected dead tech.' https://t.co/EB8nVNWhVQ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 5, 2020
'The age of legends, the age of wonder, the age of discovery, the age of the ancients, when the world was wondrous and wild. These times were spoken of with worshiping words in revered whispers. But life in that age was a struggle, and none who lived then would wish to return…' https://t.co/fJD6qc61z9
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 5, 2020
'They said he was older than the hills. This was a lie, but he was older than the others. Theirs was a short lived species, at least it seemed that way. Goblins died young, far younger than him. His secret was simple, he did not go off to fight, content to smoke and think.' https://t.co/Dpkyw6Qctx
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 4, 2020
'She only had eyes for the sky, for the far off clouds in their hues and shadows. She fantasized of shapes that were not there, of creatures most peculiar and what it would be like to fly away forever. She had eyes for the skies, but her faithful pooch had eyes only for her.' https://t.co/tzdHwZxoFP
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 4, 2020
''It was time. It was time once again for the acolytes of the old rites to gather together, to let the blood and murmur the musty mutterings only they knew, that only they dare utter under barely held breaths but once a generation. It was time for old oaths and renewed rituals.' https://t.co/isoEmhuUUl
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 4, 2020
'Here were the dark old ways, here were the roots of all that slept while all else crept nearby in caution. The wolf sniffed and smelt the danger. It should not be here, it knew, but something was calling it from the darkness, something old and dead and altogether dreadful…' https://t.co/5H8lAOYOJh
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 4, 2020
'The mew, the purr, the itty bitty pretty kitty with the adorable eyes for its size. Cute and charming, they should be alarming, but cats are disarming and have captured our hearts and souls with but a twitch of whiskers and flick of tails. Oh what lovely little murder machines!' https://t.co/FfINGr2KJ0
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 4, 2020
'This was a land of walking pots, of working appliances that never tired, never ceased. But this was not the clockwork world the mage knew, not the automated world where the mage's craft was castigated and excoriated. This was a land of magic hitherto unknown for the learning…' https://t.co/h5p2pylpxH
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 3, 2020
'The goblins did not understand the things they used, could not craft their clothes or forge their fiendish blades. What they used was stolen, and their warpaint was inspired by the humans they fought. Their likeness did not scare them, but they knew it frightened their foes…' https://t.co/YsL1xnG6gr
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 3, 2020
'Others often observed that they built their villages in remote regions, near sheltered springs amid steep summits. Surely they, the raiders and ravagers feared by so many, would not need to guard their lands so well. But there were monsters to the north none else had seen…' https://t.co/PBBScV0cH3
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 3, 2020
'"Do they know?"
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 3, 2020
"No… how could they?"
"Sometimes… it seems as if they see us…."
"No…. They only see the world they make, the world they use. They cannot see beyond themselves…."
So the spirits said, and so the spirits stood silent, waiting for mankind to wake…' https://t.co/MTdTENanrS
'"It's so beautiful! You really captured the magic of the night!"
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 3, 2020
"Oh, thank you! But I didn't capture anything."
"Oh but you did! It's like it transports me there, among the trees! It's so vivid, so alive!"
"It is, but still, I didn't capture the magic. It captured me…"' https://t.co/L98wYDEL1w
'Oh the languid haze of the days, when the ease and laze of the misty greys kept the sky in a glaze of smoke and haze, when all live in a daze. Alas but a furtive phase, before the sun's rays would raze and raise the haze to reveal the herds that graze along the ways.' https://t.co/V4BqzEjs3A
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 2, 2020
'She came to the shore to see the sea, she came to the cove to breathe and be free. But what she beheld stole her breath and froze her mind. There she was, resting on the rocks, studying her still form in turn. Another who had come to the sands to search and see and be free…' https://t.co/eZSPI8zelZ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 2, 2020
'Visions unknown before this moment, dreams that could not be dreams, the world unmade and unfolding into itself. Meditation and diligence had allowed a fuller understanding of all, but now he knew fear. What he had learned he did not want, but what he saw could not be unseen.' https://t.co/PZUPL7MuXU
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 2, 2020
'Do not wake the wrath-wryn, do not walk the frozen rocks, or tread upon the grey snows! There are many things one must not do, and many one should not know, and many places you should no go. But whatever you do, do not seek the spark-spitter, lest it speak and unmake the world!' https://t.co/mn67WlGv5s
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 2, 2020
'Spark and thunder, boom and clash! Seek ye shelter from the crash, from the waves to wash away, from the wind and from the spray! The storm knows not mercy, knows not grace, knows not but to churn and toss and chase! Smash on rock and scorch the sky, flee and hide lest ye die!' https://t.co/imolDL6m8R
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 2, 2020
'"Peek'aboo! I see you!" Only she could see it, or so they said. It was all in her mind, this playmate with the large black eyes, or so they said. But they never looked where she pointed, never turned their heads when they told her these things, and she knew they saw it too…' https://t.co/iVs7nN0DgG
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 1, 2020
'Oh how the mortals trembled, oh how the craven cowered beneath the specter in the sky! Haunting and hateful and horrid to behold, the spectral omen loomed ominously over their lives, and all mortals obeyed. Odd that it never struck, but there was no need. Fear alone ruled them.' https://t.co/8lSW5ciJHq
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 1, 2020
'Foul creatures! Always taking the farmer's fruit! Always flitting in amongst the stems, spiriting away the succulent sweets, laughing and flying away before they can be caught! Yet all children knew, it was only the sour ones the silly sprites stole, that the rest could thrive.' https://t.co/c2AoheCtGD
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 1, 2020
'What a beautiful day to play! What fun to be had in the surf and the sand! Any child's delight, to run and dance, to dash between waves and feel the sun! Oh what fun to be had on a day like today! All the child wants is but to have fun, all the parent wants is but to watch…' https://t.co/LHzYzc9Aj2
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 1, 2020
'The setting of the sun and rising of the moon heralds the end of the life of the day and all the beasts that dwell by light. By the dim glow of the moon, in the deep of the night, the little fires light and fly and dance. The day is home to others, the night is theirs to own.' https://t.co/A28AYhp3Fw
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 1, 2020
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'She would know truth. She would not fail. She would know all that was and is and would be. There was no other option, no place for failure. The world had known enough hardship, enough suffering, enough ignorance. She would know all by her sacrifice, then she could change all…' https://t.co/9YvJEfBL0N
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 31, 2020
"Distant crash and ceaseless roar, clouds a'roil and breakers 'score! The ocean swells know no rest, the storms above and about unending, but the sun bids adieu as its day is ending. The seas will surge throughout the night, as the sun rests it's light far out of sight." https://t.co/LFLyHEjvLr
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 31, 2020
'The seed stones were massive by any definition, and unstoppable once they touched down. No barren world would remain so once the stones fell from the sky and let loose their life upon the surface. Existence is harsh and unforgiving, but the life of the seed stones perseveres.' https://t.co/nGGIoVZgG1
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 31, 2020
'It was a very old monk who stood guard over the restless dead. His body was but a shell, and wearing away a little more every epoch, but his mind was sharp and focused and clear. The longer he stood, the more he had to guard against, but he would not give ground, he could not.' https://t.co/NShWaTvTxp
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 31, 2020
'When the sky broke the earth, and the rocks took to the air, there was much wailing and panic. But that was long ago. The impossible had become the rule, and their lives had settled down. Now they caught floating remnants and made bridges to tie their world together once more.' https://t.co/HGimVoj1mi
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 31, 2020
'They were leaving her behind, not for the first time. They were departing, perhaps for the last time. Long had she dreamed of soaring through the skies with them, but there was always some reason, some excuse… Now, she was being left behind, but this time it was her choice.' https://t.co/VUt9C8pdlZ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 31, 2020
'On cloudless nights, when the moon is bright and the stars are on parade in all their glory, sometimes even the hunters rest and look to the heavens, imagining other worlds beyond their grasp, dreaming of another life among the lights, the shooting stars, and rivers of the sky.' https://t.co/JEwGPtsygM
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 29, 2020
'There were no monsters here, no dragons to slay, no ancient evils lurking, lying in wait to be vanquished. This was a peaceful, pretty place of tranquil trees and sparkling springs, where small creatures could be carefree. None of that mattered to her. She was on an adventure!' https://t.co/uCvk3SmGIK
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 29, 2020
'Early in the eerie mornings stood the sentinal, always in shadow or mist, always still and solemn, never speaking, never blinking. The village was haunted, everyone knew, but the creature had never struck, had never but kept at a distance, ever watching, ever waiting…' https://t.co/P1o43b6Gwt
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 29, 2020
'Cascading shards of energy and matter, mashed together with terrific force, ricocheting off each other in a fiery inferno of bonds bursting! A chain-reaction, a dance of dismemberment and destruction as all energy was unleashed from the tiniest of atoms into the larger world.' https://t.co/d0MarHNzGP
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 29, 2020
'Why, oh why, is there a castle in the sky? Does it dwindle, does it wither, as it drifts hither and thither? Do they look down from their heights, wondering at all the earthbound sights? Oh mighty castle in the clouds, why do you float in mists, half hidden in shrouds?' https://t.co/lPVZcMs4Wk
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 29, 2020
'It was an old song well sung and well loved. The melody was meandering and the rhythm often drifted and wandered which suited them just fine. The open road was a dream to many and a life to the few that had nothing to lose or everywhere to see. Theirs was freedom, without care.' https://t.co/83H3WLCDvY
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 28, 2020
'That was it. No wait. Not that. Not this not any of these. None of this was right, none of these would do. She blinked, sighed, and looked again. Yes? No. She shook her head, closed her eyes against the tears, took a deep breath, and tried again. One of these had to be her.' https://t.co/xZIb2wqr6c
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 28, 2020
'It was the time of dying, when the once thick and vibrant foliage would dry and fall, when the waters would run cold and the winds blew chill. It was the autumn of the year and all life was in decline. Some slept, some crept into deep holes with fodder, to wait 'til the spring.' https://t.co/QbVvXNFG3b
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 28, 2020
'They had been studying the ruin for ages. The order was dedicated to learning all they could of such things, of the lost legacies of past peoples, and this ruin intrigued them more than all others. Every generation they sent scholars to study and learn. One day they would know.' https://t.co/b8GW4HZkrh
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 28, 2020
'They grew together over time. No one forced them to bend their branches and embrace. No, the path between them was well traveled and many a beast and man interfered with their limbs, batting them aside or cutting them away to ease their travels. Yet still the pair intertwined.' https://t.co/hB9YGJ6TH1
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 28, 2020
'What is failure to the driven? What is success to ambition? No matter the victories, no matter the triumphs and the might attained, there was always that next horizon, that greater achievement to aspire to, to seize and make her own. No, this was not enough power, it never was.' https://t.co/dZl5ymksdU
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 27, 2020
'"5… 4… 3… 2…"
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 27, 2020
Countdown to destiny. This was it, the final test of centuries of work. So much by so many to be decided in the next seconds. But as the ship neared the warp point, the towers twisted, the ramp turned….
"1… 1… 1… 1…"
A countdown to infinity….' https://t.co/obqMFAZFku
'They could not tame it. So many lost in the effort that they always sent more to try, so the rest did not die in vain. Alas, it was all in vain, for the fires of the fiend were unstoppable and the spirit of the beast was not to be broken. Nay, they could not even chain it long.' https://t.co/QvHlWaUEGS
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 27, 2020
'No one knew where they came from or what they were. Speculations were never in want, and all held a few theories to heart on the nature of the spheres. Fear, wonder, adoration, indifference. All knew and thought of them and idly asked if they would ever know their purpose.' https://t.co/pStWDuqvG5
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 27, 2020
'They would wander the skies for hours, swooping in and out of clouds, playing with the winds and hiding from the sunlight as a game. 'They were not hunting, they were not traveling, they were not seeking. They were simply flying to fly, and they could wander the skies forever.' https://t.co/xgD1Rcd3EV
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 27, 2020
'"How does the moon stay in the sky? Why does it not fall and crush us all?"
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 26, 2020
Such were the questions of the young and the foolish. Such were the questions of men of old, in the times before science and the study of the heavens. For, you see, that was no moon. They were the moon.' https://t.co/jt7iJv49I1
'Terra-forming was expensive, prohibitively so for any society without the force of will to wield great power for uncertain outcomes. It takes monumental sacrifices and coordination to even plan for such an endeavor, and even the grandest efforts take tremendous time to pay off.' https://t.co/QJcsxMLqgs
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 26, 2020
'From life, death, from death, life. All that is will fade away, all that will be will not stay. Cycles of seasons, seasons of being, endless repetition of propagation, expiration, fertilization, and germination. From the corpses of the old spring the young. From life, life.' https://t.co/13v3zEZcJh
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 26, 2020
'Nature is never silent, but it so often seems so. No, the birds, the bugs, the small and stealthy animals can all be heard if you listen. Even the trees and grass bend in the wind and make themselves known to those with the patience of mind to slow down, to stay still, to rest.' https://t.co/xMBiVs7XVv
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 26, 2020
'Once, long ago, they had been a threat, a fierce and fearsome foe that threatened to hunt and kill until none were left. But at the height of their power, the balance shifted, and now they posed no danger at all. Now, the towers in the sky stood monument to the last of mankind.' https://t.co/c3mmXM1sfy
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 25, 2020
'Beware the corpsevine! Let alone it grows too strong, too restless, too thirsty for the blood of beast and man! Abominable animator, cadaver collector, eye eater! Pluck out and cast into fire this wicked weed, and for the love of all life that ever was, never let it bloom!' https://t.co/3D3Z2vqVpG
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 25, 2020
'"Hush, my pets. They will hear us."
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 25, 2020
They were his, and always had been, even as a child when he dreamed of any other future than the one that came to be. They had always been there, lurking, waiting, knowing one day he would don the robes, take up staff and become their god.' https://t.co/kFS25IcSrn
'Sedate, serene, stupid, the cows cropped the grass and chewed their cud. They had no worries or cares beyond their next graze. The humans about had worries and doubts, but the cows had only heat and flies to plague their days. Just another summer to meander and pass in a haze.' https://t.co/FQBHxYK5uG
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 25, 2020
'It was just a painting on the wall. That's what her mother and father told her, and that's what her friends believed. It was just pigments in patterns, an illusion of something not real. She swung her swing and sang her silly songs of make believe and knew they all were wrong.' https://t.co/gE1yparbO7
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 25, 2020
'A sign! A portent! A herald of woe and ill tidings! So many stories of the whale in the sky, so many fears made manifest by the specter of a creature that should not be. They would make the sign and avert their gaze, saying prayers to make it go away. Only she chose to say hi.' https://t.co/RJaa82GxUK
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 24, 2020
'"Where are we going tonight, friend?"
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 24, 2020
"Beyond the breakers, there is a hidden cove, with treasure."
"Is it safe to be on the waters in this storm?"
"No, but there are greater dangers than the storm about tonight."
"Should I take a turn at the oars?"
"No, just relax, friend…"' https://t.co/M5wtf0GQ7v
'In the deep dark waters of the abyss, light fades the farther you sink. Here, her colors faded to black then faded from sight. No, this was not her home, and she would have to be careful of those it was. Here, she did not want to be seen at all. Here, she should flee the light.' https://t.co/HIL6XykaLV
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 24, 2020
'They lit the way and showed her where not to go. The path was fraught with peril, as each shard attested. The way was long and long attempted by her people. The truth was there goal, if they could but reach it. The spirits of those gone before hung along the path, guiding…' https://t.co/FF8EWuxGDE
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 24, 2020
'The older she grew, the more often she walked the hidden trail among the trees, breathing in the fresh smells of nature, of life among the undergrowth, secreted away from sight. Every time she walked the path, there were a few more flowers, a few more memories blooming in blue.' https://t.co/yBXfQ8nUHU
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 24, 2020
'No one appreciated solitude anymore. The big cities on the big worlds held almost all of mankind, packing together when all the sky was open to them. Not her though. She treasured isolation, her separation from the toil and the hustle. Just her, the stars, and her best friend.' https://t.co/bnpBFrPHWx
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 24, 2020
'It needed more land, just not where she had been adding it. No, this one was not quite right, not quite ready yet for life to be added. There was still too much chaos, too much out of place. Perhaps she needed to add still more detail to the other side to balance the world….' https://t.co/R1PYlcd228
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 24, 2020
'It was a good harvest. The scourge had reached far and wide, aided by the fears and fighting among the mortals. They turned on each other and bickered rather than fight her foul plague. Some denied she was walking among them even as they fell. Yes, it was an excellent harvest.' https://t.co/HlcUDe2xLJ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 24, 2020
'The faint red glow grew stronger every new moon. One by one, the pillars of the gods, long revered in this land, began to glow at night, adding their light to the growing crimson in the sky. Soon, the night would be as bright as day, but bathed in blood rather than daylight.' https://t.co/IzRJEHKXyp
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 24, 2020
'Kings are not ordained, but forged by might and the will and desire to rule over all other. There were no challengers to his claim, none alive anyway, and he crowned himself in the glory of the conquered and the slain. He was king, for the moment, a king of blood and power.' https://t.co/joxE8LlNiM
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 24, 2020
'They lived in he legacy of a once great empire. Their little community had never been a major power in the realm, never more than a remote outpost in a distant corner, but they had inherited the knowledge and expertise of their once glorious overlords, which kept them secure.' https://t.co/VauC72TxHs
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 24, 2020
'It had been far easier to capture than to tame the fearsome egg stealing demon of the southern swamps. She had simply offered it food and let her slip a rope around it's neck. Now that she had it though, it was proving hard to focus and impossible to train. She would still try.' https://t.co/zyRlZvKOQm
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 24, 2020
'The flash and bang, the smoke and sirens, the roar and screams of other protesters turned fighters as the police turned to thuggery and savagery to preserve the parasites at the top. They had been but another citizen a month ago, now they were a warrior of liberty and dignity!' https://t.co/dZb6hGbIfE
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 23, 2020
'They were dignified frogs, with distinguished tastes and refined repositories of ornate and opulent outfits, outfits for all outings or occasions. Yes, they were noble creatures, but spent most of their time in the buff, deliberating on which clothes to don that day.' https://t.co/rvZ85HCLUQ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 23, 2020
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