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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'It was meant to be a lure for the unwary, those smaller creatures meant to be food, a shining bauble to draw in the inattentive and incautious into pouncing distance. But it was immature yet, and could no more resist the entrancing orb dancing above its head than its prey.' https://t.co/iYKGj3Gx7J
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 21, 2020
'Fairies are rare sights, for those who are not aware, for those who cannot, or will not see the magic of the meadows and the fae of the forests. But for those who know how to look beyond the banal and observe the whimsy of the world, there's a faerie princess for every flower. ' https://t.co/M9O4uBr5ma
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 21, 2020
'Sometimes the world can seem so large, so overwhelming, like nothing we do or say matters at all. Sometimes, it can all be a little too much. But… sometimes our hopes and dreams and the little things we do from day to day can add up and manifest into something truly powerful.' https://t.co/ipyCTJnchR
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 21, 2020
'The old man seemed fragile and frail, but appearances can be deceptive. The dragon stands guard, not keeping watch on the humble human beneath its wings, but on the world around, so to spy any threats to its father. Naught dwells in this domain but by the old man's design.' https://t.co/uy5rR21kRm
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 21, 2020
'They cried out to eternity, they cried out to the gods above and the demons below, they cried out to any who might hear them, pleading for pardon from an uncaring existence. He heard their cries, and he forgave them, for he was forgiveness. But, alas, he could not help them…' https://t.co/Ytkwi7TMZ6
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 20, 2020
'At the heart of all things, so close to the source of all life and meaning, we do not find ourselves. We may seek our purpose there, we search for some sign that we are the center of our own world, but what we find is something greater, something grander, something special.' https://t.co/AiFIWiScF8
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 20, 2020
''To our eyes, decay seems distasteful, disgraceful, disturbing. To our eyes, what we build should last, should defy the natural order, should mark our passage and our influence over this world. We shudder at the notion that our efforts are but a blight on the passage of time.' https://t.co/N5UOVC46tv
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 20, 2020
'Far behind her, her mother was calling. Her past, the world she already knew, the world of the safe and the predictable, her past life was waiting for her to return. She heard their calls, their entreaties to turn back, but she did not. Before here lay too many possibilities.' https://t.co/1nBGO0Zdj2
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 20, 2020
'Somehow he had to defeat this monster. Somehow, against all odds he had to stand against this seemingly insurmountable force intent on destroying everything he knew and loved. Victory seemed impossible, ludicrous, but still he had to try. If he did not try, no one else would.' https://t.co/RRY93JAcEx
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 20, 2020
'The god of fire and renewal seeks no worshipers, has no need of praise or prayer, the god of flames needs only tinder to stoke their reign. Yet, the fragile and flammable still flock to the deadly deity drawn by the fury of the flare, seduced by the flicker of the inferno.' https://t.co/Eo4HKJPNda
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 19, 2020
'The temples would occassionally coalesce from the mists, silently reminding the nearby tribes of a time when they ruled, and were ruled in kind by jealous gods, gods who demanded their obedience and the subjugation of others. The tribes would shudder and watch them fade away.' https://t.co/7ybF62L0py
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 19, 2020
'Some structures are so old, so lost in the decaying memory of what once was, that their very reason to be eludes us. We puzzle over their purpose, supposing some secret significance where likely mundane motivations gave rise to their construction. We need there to be a reason.' https://t.co/PM8eIGrY8X
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 19, 2020
'Ancient markers from elder cultures, beacons of order in the natural world, reveal where our kind has tread before, where we have ventured and sometimes prospered, but since fell away and let the wild win the day. The old idols remind us that in the end, nature will prevail.' https://t.co/PJnvWaM5yI
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 19, 2020
'Were the world we know and love, the world we have built for so long into one ideally suited to our needs and desires, to fall and fade away, there would be survivors. If all that we have made and all that we treasure were to vanish, some would live on but they would not be us.' https://t.co/2R3tSDzh63
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 19, 2020
'Purple frog in the bog, how do you live your day? Catch a fly, on the sly, do you have much to say? Jump and croak, dive and soak, why do you live your life? Sit and sun, strike and stun, how do you handle strife? purple frog in the bog, idle away every day…' https://t.co/TmG6kRkZpx
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 19, 2020
'The forces of the fortress were arrayed against them, fully fortified and fearing no fight. They had the numbers, and their refuge was a bulwark built for such occasions. But when the farcically few they faced offered them but one chance to surrender, doubt began to dawn….' https://t.co/ZdSVPSYH5d
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 18, 2020
'His kind were older than all the cities and societies of the landlocked species. They acted as if they owned all, as if they were the ones to discover everything and develop power. But his kind had been subjugating spells in the deep seas before the others had even evolved.' https://t.co/VU2eZJYaiL
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 18, 2020
'The temptation had been equally irresistible and revolting, had drawn him in even as he tried to pull away and flee from its presence. Yet, no matter how he had tried to hide, he had eventually donned the device and surrendered to the sickening serenity that now commanded him.' https://t.co/fc8Ku9rG5D
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 18, 2020
'The past would not forgive them, not on this world, not on the only world they had ever known, the world they had failed to save from their own follies. No, the past would be left behind with this once thriving planet. They would have to try for a better future somewhere else.' https://t.co/u8mmuWQNmO
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 18, 2020
"Come with me, o' curious creature, come with me into the wondrous world below. All you know above is gone forever, lost with your once stout ship, shattered by the surging storm above. Come with me, o' lost lone survivor, come, you are welcome in the dark depths where we go." https://t.co/7Rt7uZms6d
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 18, 2020
'Certainly, lemons have their tart, a sour sustenance most prefer consuming with copious quantities of sugar. But some creatures great and small, savor the bite of bitter, preferring the acidic flavor over anything sweeter. The little yellow dragons mostly survived on such food.' https://t.co/aoYnaa0tlY
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 17, 2020
'He sighed as he watched the lovely creature swoop through the stalks, swimming with the songbirds in the midday sun. It had been so long since he had seen a luck dragon, he had almost started to doubt they were real. Tears came unbidden. Perhaps his life turning around at last.' https://t.co/1ofnT6xLO4
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 17, 2020
'The riders fled before the fury of the forest, as did all their intended prey. Hunters and hunted racing from menacing root and branch as fast as their strength would allow. Some sinister sleeping spirits had awoken deep in the dark woods, and now the wild hunt was upon them.' https://t.co/Bu59NMJnAf
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 17, 2020
'Most know of the tree spirits, sometimes called dryads, daphnaie, epimeliad, hadadryad, meliae, and querquetulanae, each a lovely maiden unique to its kind of tree. Few know about the other guardians of the groves, each as unique, the mighty if minuscule wyverns of the woods.' https://t.co/2Kyv9CofFT
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 17, 2020
'Man tamed the dragons out of necessity. No, the dragons had not hunted them, had not hunted their herds, and had not been a threat of any kind. But the dragons could fly, and man needed to take to the skies to take their battle to the far more terrifying monsters in the clouds.' https://t.co/ec4GUpSThD
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 17, 2020
'He knew not who all had tread here in the last thousand years, but it could not have been many. He was so deep in the ancient lands, the forgotten realms of older men, that all he saw was crumbling. It had been a long time since any had remembered these ruins, or wanted to.' https://t.co/0nVdQoJbuG
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 16, 2020
"I'm telling you, these were weapons!"
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 16, 2020
"No way! They were used to build things!"
"How do you know?"
"My grandfather told me!"
"Well he's wrong!"
"How do YOU know?"
"Simple! If they were builders, they wouldn't have been left to rot! We'd still be using them. These were for war." https://t.co/igcFPA1vLB
'It was not the tower that was important. Oh, they thought the tower they built was vital, but it was of transient worth to their society, and many other solutions would do just as well. No, it was the coordination and cooperation as they worked together that was of real value.' https://t.co/i3qyD8dh7f
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 16, 2020
'In every life there are times when the road could not seem more fraught, when the challenges seem insurmountable and the goals so far away. But we cannot let the desperation of the moment envelop us in darkness, not when we are so close to the end, so near the light we seek.' https://t.co/gBr8iyWabO
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 16, 2020
'Up here, among the waves of mist and wind, up here amid the carefree creatures of the clouds, she could be carefree, she could be courageous, Up here, there was so much to see and so little to do but enjoy the view as she sailed from one cloud-bank to another. Up here, was joy.' https://t.co/2amf6Ruaeq
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 16, 2020
'Now he knew mysteries never meant to be asked, much less known, by mortal man. Now he knew the meaning of madness and the sickness of sanity slipping away into senselessness. Now he knew there were things to be feared and left alone. Now he knew what it meant to meet a god.' https://t.co/JWXdDlh2to
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 15, 2020
'It was not the endless abyss, the never-ending nightmare, nor the desperate darkness that drove men mad. No, it was what slithered soundlessly from beyond, and the spectral stars that sparkled and stared from some space separate, severed from sanity beyond the beyond.' https://t.co/zIucT7mYTb
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 15, 2020
'It was not the terrible threats they found as they fathomed the depths of the abyss that frightened the intrepid explorers. Certainly, these were cryptids to be cautious of, even to avoid if possible, but it was that these fearsome fiends avoided other areas yet to be explored.' https://t.co/o2jFAhp05s
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 15, 2020
'Beyond dusty deserts, below the setting of the sun where naught but sands and soot stain the sunsets, still some trees settle, seeking sustenance in scorched soils, securing saturation from subterranean streams and seas, surviving where even tenacious travelers dare not tread.' https://t.co/yZKFMxSgyx
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 15, 2020
'This colossus of the cavernous cove was not summoned to serve some secret sect, nor was it sought for some sorcerous significance. No, the mighty monster was lured from far below out of a far more mundane desire. They fished it forth to feed their village for the coming season.' https://t.co/1d1FDds7Xp
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 15, 2020
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'He had been summoned to secure the city against a creature. He had been promised a handsome reward for his efforts and been assured it was a threat he could handle. After all, he was known far and wide for his prowess against monsters. But seriously, this was beyond ridiculous.' https://t.co/USvfOZDsW5
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 14, 2020
'The temples of the gods of order sprung up in some strange spots. Far from cities and other settlements, they appeared almost as if by magic, in inaccessible wilds still the domain of nature, as if portents of pilgrims to come, premonitions of potential progress yet to come.' https://t.co/S4chDpIqZz
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 14, 2020
'Idle wonder, but no real need, drove his commands to the creatures. Each a lesser version of itself, made manifest from the eldritch aethers all its own, but somehow drawn to him, their apparent lord and master. He had no plans for the petty sprites, but still they served him.' https://t.co/HZlZrZtYVA
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 14, 2020
'How many had died to fill the cauldron was not known for the rites had started long ago. Those that finished the incantations had never known their predecessors, being called to their unholy duties by the cauldron itself, seeking to fulfill its foul task. And now hell opened…' https://t.co/THVMW1GpQT
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 14, 2020
'It was not about mastery, had never been about becoming a champion. His had always been a struggle of survival, of independence in a world unfit for him or any who were not the norm. Still his training and his diligence to be competent had achieved an excellence unknown to any.' https://t.co/1dMxUGe2qy
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 14, 2020
'She had no need of her trade, or any trade at all. There was no secret she could not seek, no goal she could not gain. Still, she strove for celebrity in such a scholarship as few found fit, no matter the caste she came from. Such was her struggle, such her success the sweeter.' https://t.co/ky5vxfxAyS
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 13, 2020
'Upon prosperous plains, the productive plow and plant, planning and preparing for potential pitfalls, setting aside stores against storm and starvation yet unseen, yet unrealized. For foresight favors the fervent farmer who fears fallow futures and produces provisions.' https://t.co/NYZkX5PZlR
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 13, 2020
'From ancient leys or end of days, there are things that stalk the shadows. Older god or newfound fiend, beware what blights the barrows, be you fearless or be you craven, their notice brings but sorrows. Flee fast if found by forest fiend, if at all you seek tomorrows.' https://t.co/L97iRFJilq
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 13, 2020
'Beware the bear, bane of both bowman and beast, forest fiend, feared on field and farm, marsh monster, marauder of the mountains, whose name is never called but as a curse upon the corrupt. Fear the frightening foe of all who find their fair favor fleeting before its fury.' https://t.co/zK8CU2M0X8
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 13, 2020
'If not for their unnatural angle, all would assume they were the remnants of mountains, fashioned by flood and fierce storms of old. Some still thought such, or that the gods carved them to fit their whim. But they were built by man long ago, by means lost to time and war.' https://t.co/gVElE4uT9i
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 13, 2020
'The benefits of being a witch were seemingly boundless. Sure, there were some drawbacks, such as the scared stares of strangers. Yet, even this annoyance was occasionally of use, such as when she wanted to be left alone, unbothered while she relaxed and enjoyed a good book.' https://t.co/REUgcNHPNj
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 12, 2020
'The heartmother was an ancient god of the ancient folk, the same folk still found in the forests and the swamps upon occasion, hiding from the foreigners that had come to dominate their homelands. She offered no protection for the folk, but guarded their souls in the hereafter.' https://t.co/S0f449mFbY
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 12, 2020
'Any ship in good repair and full trim, had no real trouble outpacing an enraged elder god, though most experienced explorers knew which regions to avoid and could spot the signs of an errant elder on the prowl. Some pirates sheltered in their waters, though, to their own peril.' https://t.co/RykQl3QzjU
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 12, 2020
'Migratory, solitary, contemporary, the modern crab tends towards only the most fashionable of forsaken frameworks. Sleek, if not slender, such structures make ideal domestic dwellings for any ambitious arthropod. For those on the climb with the times, it's free real estate.' https://t.co/hLTksFhCvF
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 12, 2020
'The world-bore had first been seen by ancient astrologers searching the stars for some sign of celestial council. They witnessed a distant world cored and broken by the blinding beam from beyond. Since, several other worlds had borne the bore and died. Now, the bore was here…' https://t.co/6C9yeQMrZR
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 12, 2020
'Waking when all are asleep, catching sight of passing dreams with wide eyes and infinite curiosity, the world can hold such potential, such promise. When we dream beyond our sanctuaries and sound sleeps, when we look to the stars and see a celestial sea, then we are truly free.' https://t.co/gUdtdEKeqU
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 11, 2020
"Every time I write about life and death, I have to stop on a shuddered breath, as I try to choke back a cry and I realize I too will die.
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 11, 2020
My pen wants to discuss the somber tones of life's final throes, while my mind would prefer that such things never were, and never will be." https://t.co/mE35Hs6C4v
'She could not believe it. She had just stumbled upon it, never even dreaming of searching for, much less finding one. They were so rare, the most elusive of plants, of all living things and worth more than all the rest combined. And it was right there in her hands, a hopeseed.' https://t.co/fi9u3GlQBI
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 11, 2020
'Lightning in a bottle was easy, as any apprentice witch would tell you. You don't even have to leave the ground to tempt the scorching bolts into your awaiting vials. No, what was a real challenge was catching a shooting star before it fell to earth and became just a stone.' https://t.co/P0j7A76i5y
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 11, 2020
'It seemed so desolate, such a gloomy locale to want to live. Few thought of the place with any but disdain, and those few were indifferent at best. Of course such a reputation made the misty and marshy moor the ideal sanctuary of any who shared a similar notoriety in society…' https://t.co/unpdQkKs4B
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 11, 2020
'The seal was complete at last. He was the last of the order alive, the only guardian to survive the binding, to save the world from the danger within. Now, the warning was inscribed in the common tongue and he prayed the far future would never forget the meaning of the symbols.' https://t.co/60lQ0aPsoL
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 10, 2020
'Life is complex, and we spend so many waking hours learning the proper patterns and required rituals to navigate the near future. So much of our time is simply studying to survive. But every so often, we are allowed a few moments of rest and relaxation in which to read.' https://t.co/174nDNpX34
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 10, 2020
'It was not the smartest member of the pack, quite possibly the dumbest. The others had avoided the waters, wary of their golden glow, but it had lapped up the liquid with little caution. It had not been a smart creature but now it could see new colors and sense eternity itself.' https://t.co/GwOnuk50iw
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 10, 2020
'Eerie in the evening, nightmarish at night, the small farmhouse was seldom seen but often discussed. Was it cursed, as they all feared, haunted by the last family to till its fields? Or was it but a sign of the times, another failed and forlorn farm abandoned in the depression?' https://t.co/DmQW6kfH9c
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 10, 2020
'Every wave is a moment in motion, every second of the sun's setting is another gone forever. So many seconds in every minute, every day, every year of our life, they cascade upon us then wash away before we know them. Some get lost in the surf, some help others learn to swim.' https://t.co/0W01RncOqB
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 10, 2020
'He had fought with courage and great fervor for the old ways and the old gods, he had fallen on the field of battle as they demanded. Now, as he stood before the gates to his eternal reward, he gripped his ax tightly. He would have a reckoning with those who demanded his wrath.' https://t.co/25YNqNImSp
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 9, 2020
'Surely there must be a wider world out there among the flitting stars, dancing overhead, blinking in and out of existence throughout the night. They stars must come from somewhere, must have some place to rest their wings when the sun arose. Perhaps there was more to the world.' https://t.co/ImthI3WH40
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 9, 2020
'The rains they come, the rains they dance. Few have prepared for such temperamental torrents, fewer still have any alternative than to await until it abates. And so they wait, and wonder, and worry. The winds will wain, the waters will wander. But not now. Now they must abide.' https://t.co/boLMEJHhlZ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 9, 2020
'The high passage was the only safe path between two worlds. At first there was great traffic across the sky bridge, as throngs of merchants, refugees, and the curious crowded along the passage from both sides. There is far less now they know the two worlds are equally broken.' https://t.co/Pbec8pMoGq
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 9, 2020
'There was a subtlety to the sadness, a melody to the melancholy, a dance to the despair and depression, she was sure of it, she knew it deep in her core. She had to believe there was some design to her despondency that she could seize and subdue, but she had not found it yet.' https://t.co/FuZq3XQYWQ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 9, 2020
'All things considered, our needs are simple. What we want, what we will move heaven and earth for is, in the end, a place to call our own, a sanctuary against instability, a home away from change and the uncertainty that dog our lives from day to day. All we want is serenity.' https://t.co/uchXWE17Xn
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 8, 2020
'It all seemed so effortless, so simple to subdue what held so many others at bay. The many monsters others balked at and fled from had all fallen to her in such short order that it seemed silly none had succeeded before her. After all, her great triumph was just to try.' https://t.co/1u6QzEvZ5n
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 8, 2020
'What the winds worry at, what the waters wash away day by day, over endless aeons, reveals the strong stone beneath, carrying off all that cannot resist, leaving only the stubborn bones of the world behind as testament to what once had stood against the gradual grind of time.' https://t.co/wduSbku2im
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 8, 2020
'The field where the fiery sword fell from the fallen god's fist was sacred and hallowed. None lived upon the plain, none sowed crop nor tended flock there, none even approached the titanic and terrifying relic, for nothing could live upon the blight that seeped forth.' https://t.co/gTYYyMxfhW
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 8, 2020
'Far and wide was the word of their wonders spread by wanderers and warriors alike. From sand and rock they had forged their kingdom, where none other would dream of dwelling. Surely their people would rule forever, such was their greatness, such was the majesty of their gods.' https://t.co/HLfn4fxMt7
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 8, 2020
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'Some would say it was a waste to repair these older models, these units so out of date they could barely cope with the world as it had become. Many considered it pointless to restore the broken to life so long after their usefulness. But she still saw something special in them.' https://t.co/DzQ6Z4p2Ik
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 7, 2020
"Raise your glasses in honor of the newly fallen! Another has passed from this world into the inexplicably eternal dying of the all consuming entity at the heart of our galaxy, one of the great and fearsome foes of all of life and reality! Salute the fallen, may we avenge them!" https://t.co/8333hgcCxf
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 7, 2020
'The hala would never win, they all knew. Never had it swallowed the sun or moon without spitting it forth soon after, unable to stomach the light. No, it could never win, it never had. They all laughed at the notion, but with a worried smile and a nervous eye upon the sky.' https://t.co/vS9KSZgZUQ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 7, 2020
"Time machine? Hell no. Time is immutable. Even if it wasn't, do you have any idea how much energy would be needed to mess with time? The inertia of movement in the fourth dimension toward the future is immense! Insurmountable! No, this just spawns alternate realities." https://t.co/Om5K7qKqXr
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 7, 2020
'The minds of men are wavering and weak, spying dark dangers where none await, conjuring creatures none could conquer from mist and madness. Yes, the timid tremble before false foes, but when true terrors tower above, they freeze in fear, failing to flee, falling to fright.' https://t.co/6U6JcrVmYh
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 7, 2020
'All things pass, and even their traces fade, as if they never were. Yet, the time for mourning is not yet nigh. That long silent drift into the void is not yet upon us nor is it near. Bury not the living before their time. As long as they are within reach they are not yet lost.' https://t.co/qCz0VqH73g
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 6, 2020
'Whispered winds and misty mornings, cascading clouds caressing each crag and crevasse as they swim serenely through the summer skies, awash in colors come to light as the rising sun restores our sight. Every morning magic, every dawning day a delight, an exultation and elation.' https://t.co/TYa5EATBNc
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 6, 2020
"In some ways, being a witch had never been easier. In older times, such a supply would have been impossible, or quite expensive. Now, all she had to do was go to the right markets in town. Oh sure, she had to hide when her predecessors held power, but still, it was easier now. https://t.co/0J9FRCZWf9
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 6, 2020
'He had not slept all night, dreaming of what he would say to his love. Imagining every possible response, weeping for all the forseen times his love spurned him, treasuring the few he was accepted. He had not slept at all last night, or any night at all since he had died.' https://t.co/ok2a28uKY5
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 6, 2020
'The little creature commanded respect far exceeding its stature. No one realized they were giving the diminutive watcher any regard at all, but all kept their distance, knowing better than to tread too close to its domain. It was a vigilant guardian, and kept a wary eye on all.' https://t.co/lsTMie6MOT
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 6, 2020
'No scientist believed it was real as none of them had seen it, and no photo existed. It was only spotted a few times a year and only when the leaves began to all. Sometimes called a Leafer by locals, it was a mystery of the forest. It just seemed to silly a creature to be real.' https://t.co/4ZVyNazew0
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 5, 2020
'This rig had seen him through the apocalypse, with access to all the information he needed, within his armored bunker, a vast array of weapons at his fingertips. He had sweated through the worst of the chaos, safe and alone. Now, he could see no movement outside. Was it safe?' https://t.co/cnRnTiGyu7
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 5, 2020
'Few knew of the cave at the end of the valley. Few lived near enough to know. By day, anyone could come even to the mouth of the cave without fear, but none did, too terrified of what dwelt within. For, by cover of night the howling and wailing beast within flew forth to feast.' https://t.co/uNpFyd1xsL
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 5, 2020
'It had spent countless centuries seeking, searching, collecting its prized possessions, gathering them together in one place to guard over and treasure forever. Yes, it had a hoard, just like any other dragon, but it did not mind lending them to like-minded treasure hunters.' https://t.co/uAsq26tYYq
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 5, 2020
'The cowboy did not know what to make of what he was seeing. The ground throbbed and the clouds cracked with fire and madness as the once buried apparatus arose from its ancient tomb to toil at an unknown task. Scratching his head, the cowboy wondered why it kept eating cattle.' https://t.co/7bPITxGfwS
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 5, 2020
'It had once been a clockwork kingdom, this land of broken rock and shattered rubble. Once a thriving culture of artifice and craft, this hulk, one of the many decaying clockwork demons, was testament to the envy and rivalry that had brought ruin to them all at their zenith.' https://t.co/Rm7kpXzRgr
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 5, 2020
'No one minded the tiny spirits, they were but a natural part of the wilds, like bugs or pollen only less irksome. Every living thing, from the largest tree to the smallest blade of grass had a spirit, each just the right size. Few gave them notice but the spirits were watching.' https://t.co/0TMXzkxMZ8
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 1, 2020
'They knew no fear of man nor beast, even when that fear would be wise. The Glowing Angels were curious by nature, almost affectionate to any they came across in the depths, lighting up when gently embraced to show their fondness for other life. Gentle giants and friends to all.' https://t.co/5cJoRmwbl5
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 1, 2020
'It always falls to the old to maintain the old traditions and the ancient knowledge. The young doubt the deeds and dangers of their elders, discounting terrors as tall tales. So when the old creatures creep forth to hunt once more, it is the old who must be on guard for all.' https://t.co/t01eINthPV
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 1, 2020
'For ages they thought the ancients had built this monument to their gods, to memorialize their perfect protectors calling forth the sun every day. But they were mistaken. This was built not by man, but by their gods, in offering to the sun itself whom they worshiped in turn.' https://t.co/QN2ffT7hQs
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) October 1, 2020
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'It meant no harm, it knew no consequence to its nature. All the slender silver serpent knew were the comfy clouds and the savage storm that brought the rains. It knew to feed upon the mists and to breath forth the fire that built within, but it knew not the damage it did below.' https://t.co/mcTdXbyPFo
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 30, 2020
'There could be no doubt, the contagion that had culled this world spread from this spot, this shrine to their gods. It had not started here, it had started in a slum thousands of miles away, but here they had plead with their gods, and offered their blood as bounty for a cure.' https://t.co/HunjoMiL66
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 30, 2020
'It would never work. They both knew their love was doomed, they both forgave each other the inevitable abandonment, they both treasured the other's happiness above their own. It would never work, not in the long run, but not all loves need last forever to mean something now.' https://t.co/ZETjVn8wiZ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 30, 2020
'The early morning rush was over and the midday rush was hours away. This was her favorite part of the day, when all the customers had gone and she could catch some fresh air and enjoy the rush of wind in her hair. The view was never the same, and she would have it no other way.' https://t.co/C5rBw6B6bd
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 30, 2020
"Do you know there are ghosts following you?"
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 30, 2020
"Yeah, I know."
"I mean, ghosts follow everyone from time to time, but I've never seen so many follow anyone."
"It's alright, I don't mind."
"But… why you?"
"Ghosts like peaceful, stable people, the kind that won't shoo them away." https://t.co/0ABy46u6P0
'We sent so many probes to the scrub planet. There was life here, of the most basic forms. Little was suited to the stifling heat and oppressive atmosphere, but there was life here of a sort. We kept sending probes hoping for more but the best we found were simple scrub grasses.' https://t.co/cvccx1oXC9
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 29, 2020
'It dreamed of stars, the stars in the early night sky, that shone bright even in the fading light of day, of the stars unseen except on moonless nights and of the stars that could not be seen by its incredible eyes. Oh how it wished to wander among them, its friends in the sky.' https://t.co/7BzpSjebs4
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 29, 2020
'We wander this world, with wonder and worry, wanting but warmth and welcome. Seldom do we seek in solitude, yet always to we arrive alone, our understanding unique, our perspective personal. Our companions can comfort and care, but they cannot comprehend the same serenity.' https://t.co/SNcYvq5JoS
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 29, 2020
'There were a few million by now, these grave markers in the mountains, amid streams, along disused and decaying roads, in the middle of remote deserts… Every year there were more monuments to the fallen and forgotten, every year more gods vanished, to be replaced by a pillar.' https://t.co/OWjQA4k9sj
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 29, 2020
'One more shift in the pond, a new week of worries and work before the weekend. The fresh new frogs looked younger with every batch, practically tadpoles. Would it always be like this? Would he just get more weary of the daily swim? Too old to swim away, too young to croak.' https://t.co/Hhi4U1o7mS
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 28, 2020
"No, I get the first part. You drop me off and go distract the old folks, and I grab the seed."
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 28, 2020
"Yes! The seed! The seed! Grab the seed!"
"Right, but why do I have to jump off the feeder?"
"I catch you! We fly away!"
"But I could fall!"
"No fall! I catch!"
"Can't you just land?" https://t.co/CGNMAI9NiW
'The old masters had erected the pillar as a warning, as a barrier to all who would seek to displace them, to know their power and rule in their stead. The pillar had been meant to strike fear, but all it served was as a challenge, a measure all inevitably pass as they rise.' https://t.co/DDXOXOyicM
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 28, 2020
'Water does not wash away the scars or sorrows of the soul. Just one more dip into my own reflection, one more idle dream of drowning the me they all see, and perhaps I can emerge as they all want me to be. No, water does not hold the answer, it cannot wash away their lies.' https://t.co/G0l8uy1FRJ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 28, 2020
'Hush child, do not cry, there is no danger under dark sky. Hush child, go to sleep, pay no heed to light's slow creep. Close your eyes now and drift away, into nightmare where none can pray. Hush child, stay in bed, ignore the whispers and sleep in dread.' #nurseryrhyme https://t.co/Sdh8jMwS8O
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 28, 2020
'The path to the hollow in the tree was well worn, though few knew why. The hollow in the tree was sacred, though few wondered how. The glow from the tree was swallowed by sunlight in the midday when no one was looking, and no one could see the spirits walking out.' https://t.co/QveMwYQyod
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 27, 2020
'If nothing breaks through the haze for so long, we believe nothing can. Life seems dark, dull, devastated, devoid of color, deprived of light, destitute of all hope or promise of tomorrow. But no trend continues indefinitely, and every darkness is one day pierced by sunshine. ' https://t.co/6Xe6aTkNjP
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 27, 2020
"Why do you keep plants as pets?"
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 27, 2020
"They give me joy."
"Just by living?"
"Yes. Because I care for them and they thrive. It doesn't matter to my plants how well I'm doing, how rich I am, who I was born… none of that. All they care about is that I tend to them and help them live." https://t.co/DfaYbJvs1M
"Make a wish! Make it your heart's desire, your one true dream."
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 27, 2020
"No tricks?"
"No tricks, just think of your fondest yearning, and it will come true."
"Then I wish… I wish for…"
"Ahhh, I can see it coming to be! You wish for adventure!"
"No… Not adventure… Freedom." https://t.co/1YyKU22Qkv
'The old gods do not slumber, the old gods do not dream as the world they created, the world they forged with blood and tears tears itself asunder in fits of violent rage. No, the gods do not idly rest amid all this turmoil, for the gods are dead, and have been for ages.' https://t.co/PgcT1fDJK2
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 27, 2020
'We build whole worlds in our minds, entire societies around notions that we matter, that what we create in the moments we are here means something. But everything falters, everything fades, falling to dust and decay over time. None of it matters unless we make it matter now.' https://t.co/kTUxNBjKQF
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 26, 2020
'Memories are made every evening, at the setting of every sun. All that turn their eyes toward the horizon, heeding the hue of the heavens amid the misty haze are crafting a connection to the past, to this point in time. Some seek such in solitude, others share the sensation.' https://t.co/pWR6628uYI
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 26, 2020
'She had read the profane pages of the past from tomes of terrifying thaumaturgy and recited rituals not meant for human tongues. Her abominable acts had acted upon her, transforming her forever, but she did not wonder if she had gone to far, only how much further she could go.' https://t.co/7Rlyf9RK7V
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 26, 2020
'The waters of the world are wide and deep and almost entirely undelved. So many are surprised by what we wander upon when we look beneath the waves, when we intrude in the isolated abyss and seek out the strangers that have called this world home for far longer than we have.' https://t.co/MzHAQ6G8Xf
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 26, 2020
'Oh how healthy the world tree had been when first the gods arrived, oh how vibrant and verdant the boughs and branches as they spread throughout the void, holding the heavens aloft. The gods had built there homes here, only to watch their beloved tree wither away beneath them.' https://t.co/e0e8OoBajq
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 26, 2020
'Steadfast and strong, vigilant and valiant against all aggressors, the champion stood steady against all onslaughts, a guardian and shield for those without any other succor, a friend to the friendless, a defender of the defamed and denigrated, with colors as pure as any heart.' https://t.co/MMKxERPrX4
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 25, 2020
'The kingdom of the free creatures looked like any other lost landscape, free of the foundations of mankind, without master or monster, where all dwelt and thrived and died without writ or decree. Yes, the land of the free creatures was called a kingdom, yet it crowned no king.' https://t.co/be64bjmu3N
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 25, 2020
'They feared her, feared her power and her unwavering will to wield it against them. They feared correctly, but not for her own power, as potent as it was, but for what she so lightly let loose upon the world to do her bidding, the fiends she rashly freed from their prisons.' https://t.co/dUDMx5EO9w
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 25, 2020
'It was but a bauble, a child's plaything, existing only for the amusement of her daughter, entertaining only as long as she cared give it any attention, to be discarded like all her other favorite toys that came before. Another passing fancy to keep her distracted for a moment.' https://t.co/efVwePrSHJ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 25, 2020
'Her watchers were more appalled than applauding, but still she was a sensation. Artificial and aware, just her existence marveled and mesmerized, but she could do real magic as well! Sure, it took fusion and fission and was considered a sin, but her conjurations were authentic.' https://t.co/BHi5EhfYEB
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 25, 2020
'It was likely a lie, almost certainly a scam, an imposter, a joke of some other watching and waiting, giggling in glee at her expected foolishness. Sure, it was undoubtedly a jest, but still she sighed and contemplated. After all, it would not be the worst idea she'd tried…' https://t.co/4JVfVFRLH7
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 24, 2020
'A world of ants, of small structures and minor ambitions, that was all they had built. So minor and mundane were their mightiest monuments in the shadow of the forgotten monster, now returning to the lands that had nearly forgotten, that had dismissed it as a myth and a legend.' https://t.co/NLU2EHiZLm
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 24, 2020
'A sly smile and an entrancing eye is all it takes to fluster her foes. A knowing nod and fanciful flourish draws their absorbed attention away from her fleeing friends. She could lay them low but all she desires is to dazzle and distract, disarm and disengage, then disappear…' https://t.co/YBLZzOc5q7
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 24, 2020
'What a world lies without, what wonders to watch through the window, to want and wish to participate and play only to stay locked away, safe for another day. Not trusted to have a say no matter what you pray. Alas, another child cared for, kept close, safe, and certain.' https://t.co/NQd3VqT4hh
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 24, 2020
'What wonders abide in the abyss, some slumbering silently for centuries, maybe millennia, measuring the minutes not by moments but by multitudes. Oh what baneful behemoths are beheld when what awaits awakens, arises, and ascends to their triumphal throne of terror once more.' https://t.co/SZaGFeM1xd
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 24, 2020
'Ever entrancing were the prancing pixies, the dancing denizens of the night, these splendid sprites lighting up the night with languid laughter, each giggle another sparkle amid the trees, each titter a temptation to wander farther from the street and the safety of the city…' https://t.co/FP6BOwix8d
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 23, 2020
'What wonders, what wild creatures dwelt there, beyond the surface of the sea. Oh how the hours would pass just watching those strange creatures of the other side, imagining how their world worked, how they managed such splendors. Above or below, what curious creatures dwelt…' https://t.co/xIfskM44TV
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 23, 2020
'World upon world, from mist and mystery the gods sprang forth, one upon the next, forever standing on the achievements of those that came before. Today it was the wolf god of harmony, tomorrow it would be a lion, or a bear. But far below, it was turtles all the way down.' https://t.co/PdZ3wfqIp6
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 23, 2020
'A rugged world, peopled by rugged pioneers, desperate, dangerous, dirty, and altogether determined to survive no matter the hazards they faced. Most considered them lawless and mean, and they were to a degree, but they were building a far politer society with their sacrifices.' https://t.co/LrGBWBXbTQ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 23, 2020
'Her home was all that remained here, these many generations since the cataclysm. It had been natural, though those that suffered as the world cracked and buckled beneath them cursed the gods, or cursed her and her magic. Her magics had saved her, and now, she lived here alone.' https://t.co/YWYMdFikdO
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 23, 2020
'She loved books. Each page revealed another wonder, each book another world. She wondered if, late at night when the lights were out, if the books whisper to one another, of the readers they tell their stories to, and of the stories they will tell the next time they are opened.' https://t.co/KAW8TqcyQE
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 22, 2020
'There was magic. They said she was lying, or hallucinating, but she knew it was true. There was magic in the world, magic only she seemed to see. Not always, of course, but upon occasion. All she had to do was let her eyes lose focus and the shiny colors came, then the faeries.' https://t.co/ZX8Md87Rgl
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 22, 2020
'This was a new sort of fish, one she had never seen before. Or perhaps it was a bird, as it seemed to have wings. A little heavy for a bird, but it had been so long since she surfaced, anything was possible. Whatever sort of creature it was, it certainly screamed a lot. ' https://t.co/gZy8uCBfVF
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 22, 2020
'There it was, like always, sitting alone, waiting for him. An old, childhood friend, one he had been convinced he had invented until he got older and heard others make mention of the monster by the river. He still visited, no matter what others said, as his friend was harmless.' https://t.co/GpjwQJabb4
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 22, 2020
'It was wrong, she knew. It was not right to sit alone in the darkness of her own shattered life, to pine away for happier days, when life meant so much more. In truth, she still felt joy inside, trapped by the sadness that overwhelmed her each day, trying to break free of her.' https://t.co/rWtidvTKTb
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 22, 2020
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'Every day is an opportunity. So often we are told that the next day is our moment, that tomorrow we will win, but every day is now, and we cannot wait for our moment to arrive, we cannot let life simply happen. Every day is chance to take, the moment for us to make our own.' https://t.co/h4iDmXNc18
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 21, 2020
'So often we forget that tragedy is transient, that no storm stays forever. With each loss and languish, there will ever be the dawning of a day when the clouds retreat, the shadows lift, and joy nd light shine through once more. We just need to hold onto hope until that day.' https://t.co/wmfzz969yi
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 21, 2020
'For days, no, months had she waited, for months she had masqueraded, biding her time for the right moment, for the perfect opportunity to strike, to cut down the tyrant that had oppressed them all for so long. For too many years had they all waited for her to act and end him.' https://t.co/WNmOE20QQ2
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 21, 2020
'Tides of terror, foam and fire flashing from fantail to fore! What wailing amid the whip of the waves, cannonade cascading from corvette to corsair, cutting and casting both crew and craft from detonating deck to dark depths below! The devil would have the damned due this day.' https://t.co/2XxXWN8end
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 21, 2020
'She had not chosen this life, no one chooses this life. No one wants to be hunted or haunted by blood spilled or souls shattered. She had not chosen the cruelty nor castigation put upon her and prosecuted by her in turn. She had not chosen but it was her life, her life to rule.' https://t.co/7p3dtl2LED
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 21, 2020
'Echos from the emptiness, sounds within silence, the night is terror to those without sound or sight. One step looks much like the next, and all the trees seem the same in the snows. Spheres within circles, and the hunter awaits, watching for the moment all the circles close.' https://t.co/WAsEkLhhr1
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 20, 2020
'The warrior of her people, their champion in the face of danger, she was their shield against invader and tyrant alike. Long had she trained in the craft of her forerunners, diligent were her drills, true was her oath to ancestors and clan. She might fall, but only by fighting.' https://t.co/st7YRJLamS
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 20, 2020
'They stood about him, terrified, transfixed, tamed. There was no resisting, there was no protesting, no other choice to be had in the presence of the god. No spear was raised, no scream or shout, no howl, no growl, all creatures great or small cowered in worship and in peace.' https://t.co/KVoqTKnCM9
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 20, 2020
'There lies the crossroads before you. You can go no further forward and you cannot retreat. What lies behind is no longer and what lies beyond is an illusion, never to be real. You must choose a path, to one side or the other, you must choose or be doomed to stand here forever.' https://t.co/aooYNt1uMM
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 20, 2020
'Solemn, serene, surrounded by soft clouds and sylvan valleys, the solitary peak with its snow covered slopes is the silent soul of the land. Storms break on its sides, streaming water to the world below. Once terrible to behold, never to rumble again, the dead stone gives life.' https://t.co/TYa5EBbdbM
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 20, 2020
'Everything can feel so empty when linger at the edge of eternity, staring of into the open abyss, wondering about meanings that may not matter. Perspective can bring panic or it can bring peace. Yes, life can be lonesome, but do not linger on the longing and miss out on living.' https://t.co/lMrKbpGHG5
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 19, 2020
'What below creeps and clacks, in the hidden rifts and cracks, searching and digging and wriggling and scratching about, probing and scraping and hunting for a way out. Sleep soundly tonight, if you may, and dream of a world where what moves below never finds the way.' https://t.co/UrfyOk8iKo
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 19, 2020
'Such sorrow and sadness when one's offspring sets out, seeking something beyond their beginnings. Some parents struggle, stopping such sojourns, shackling their scions to their own expectations and ends. But good parents free their children to seek their own fortunes and fates.' https://t.co/wcAgmItzqS
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 19, 2020
'He was not worried about the waters. He should have been shocked and terrified that morning to discover the gentle waves lapping at his lanai, but somehow the unnatural seemed natural, dreamlike and serene. So he settled down to sketch, to draw what he saw swimming in the sea.' https://t.co/yJuXUlM9Wf
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 19, 2020
'By midnight sun and mounting mists they would sail, by wandering wave in wicked waters they would venture, ever onward, ever outward, their quest for new lands and new glories. On such scanty ships to survive each squall, they swept across seas, bringing fire and fear to all.' https://t.co/NsGTEGbdaG
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 19, 2020
'Perhaps today he would find another hulk. It had been a decade since that great haul, one he had discovered. It had been floating listlessly amid the mountains, covered in perpetual clouds. Since there had been some work, on larger salvages. Perhaps his luck would change.' https://t.co/dfxVpWU0LJ
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 18, 2020
'She was not a base beast, some serpent of the soil, nor scavenger of the skies. Truth be told, she was not of this world, not native to the tooth and tear that ruled here, but she had been summoned, and so sought out her seeker, to see what strange sorcerer this world supplied.' https://t.co/xlFeCX7Ioa
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 18, 2020
'He had not long been a god. Not long ago, he had been just another creature of the forests, another small scurrying survivor, seeking shelter in the scrub from those who would kill and destroy. Now he was a guardian of the garden, a warden of the wild, a protector of prey.' https://t.co/aaU7tYYdcm
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 18, 2020
Silent standing stones, staid sentinels of sward and stream, Beacons, barriers, and boundaries between the banal and the beyond. Step softly with caution, dear stranger, near the lines of ley, lest they take notice and interest, and summon forth those that live beyond the grey.' https://t.co/QBxcncPi3E
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 18, 2020
'It dwelt in fire. It ate fire. It was fire. Nothing about the life it lived was natural. Born from flowing flame, from the bowels of a burning world, brought forth by occult incantations and curses upon the gods themselves, the fire fiend seemed fearsome, yet bothered none…' https://t.co/8XmXwsSu1X
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 18, 2020
'Ever so little this sweat drop of succor for ever so small a serpent was she. Elfin and adorable, and of little threat to most, it would be easy to laugh and overlook such a cute and cuddly creature, but though frail and fragile in this form, the firedrake would grow one day…' https://t.co/mvoj0gSzrM
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 17, 2020
'With an eye on the twisting, twirling maelstrom he was summoning, and another on the page that would not stay still, the author smiled, imagining new worlds every instant. Perhaps, he thought, a little more chaos here, a tad less order there. Yes, that would enliven the story!' https://t.co/IhWNffgnWg
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 17, 2020
'The bone queen and her kingdom struck fear with their fashions. Considered perverse and macabre, they stood apart, a seemingly cursed clan, worshipers of death. And yet, they wore the remains of their enemies not in pride, but for protection, to ward off even greater evils…' https://t.co/t78wrTgNdO
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 17, 2020
'Neither hunters nor hunted, these strange stilted scavengers, sifting through the silt and sediment of the swamp. They lived apart, unbothered their neighbors, left alone, more from fear than respect. Theirs was a solitary life, of sifting and searching. For what, nobody knew.' https://t.co/v7N1aF4Ajw
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 17, 2020
'What… what was he…? He was man! No! He was… had been man. Now… something else, something strange, something altogether alien. Every moment, another emotion, another sense he had not known before. Every instant he was something else, something new, something sickening…' https://t.co/lh53aDliix
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 17, 2020
'Mighty and majestic, the mare of the mare, the steed of sand and sea, knew no fear of man nor beast. What they could not fight, they could flee, at home both on land and sea. Though many men tried, and died, to capture and tame the kelpie, it would forever be free.' https://t.co/VaJrtZHBHc
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 16, 2020
'It was so strange, so absurd. She was the goddess of all natural life but her adherents worshiped her, not in old high places nor in sacred groves or streams, but in highly artificed temples, in sanctuaries of stone and silence, far from the wilds she ruled. So… unnatural….' https://t.co/oMfTCMEHFR
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 16, 2020
'It was unnatural in the eyes of the living, yet the stonefount had existed long before life first swam the seas. While new beasts walked and new birds flew the changing skies, the stonefount sprouted flat slabs, freshly formed, one each to mark the passing of another age.' https://t.co/sx4IYY7Ewn
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 16, 2020
'It was here they learned new languages, not of other races, not of long forgotten ancient species that once called their world home. No, these were the languages of the universe itself, what some called magic, what others called science, new tongues to speak forth wonders.' https://t.co/FkEtULoaJu
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 16, 2020
'Archeology was an ill-funded field, as always. It had taken centuries to secure the means for even this small dug, even with the fame of the site. Still, they were here now, ready to unseal the secrets of a mysterious temple of an ancient species, and learn why they vanished…' https://t.co/W1JdRAUjDB
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 16, 2020
"Oh look, a new message!"
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 15, 2020
"Yes, it looks important."
"Ooh, old parchment! And silk strings and bows! It must be very important indeed!"
"I wonder who it's from? It must be from far away, considering the bird."
"Yes, I haven't seen one of those in ages!"
"Let's see who it's for." https://t.co/9eDiMGnYwj
'They did not hunt him, for he was a great hunter like them. With sharp teeth from afar or long claws in hand, he could hunt with the best of them, often better. But they did not follow him because he was a great hunter. No, they followed him because he was kind, fair, and just.' https://t.co/UOxyd8ZVZz
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 15, 2020
'The beacon of the hidden valley was the last, the final remnant of the greatest dominion ever to hold sway over land or sea. The tower still stood where all others had fallen over ages of war and neglect. It would stand forever so long as man remained outside the hidden valley.' https://t.co/P5RWFl4Q7B
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 15, 2020
'Do you dream when you sleep? Or do you swim among stars in slumber, in stellar seas swirling amid the vast shadows of the endless abyss? When you dream, do you dream of darkness, or do your eyes alight with wonder and fright, in visions of the impossible and a future yet to be?' https://t.co/lm4BE13v9B
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 15, 2020
'Some say crystals are alive, some say they form, flourish, and fade away in the span of aeons, while lesser life exists only an instant in in their time. So slow, so sedate do they spring forth that few notice when a crystal matures, even when they ignite with malice…' https://t.co/CA8hqV7NSO
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 15, 2020
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