Month: December 2020 (Page 1 of 2)

'Whether worked from mindless matter by the might of mankind or crafted from chaos by coursing streams of wind and water, there is majesty in the monuments of time, true triumphs over ordinary occurrence, carved from the mundane to mark the fantastic among the familiar.' https://t.co/7LwUq2ZMt7

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 18, 2020

'He had seen many come and go. He was an old troll as he never paid any mind to those who trod overhead as long as they did not damage his bridge and went along their way. The locals did not fear him, for he caused no bother. Though, he grew restless when they sang out of tune.' https://t.co/gRvd8I4nMx

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 18, 2020

'When one first emerges from the safety of the nest and sets out on their own, the excitement of the adventure and the boldness to push beyond all known bounds can make you feel strong, feel invincible. After many years, one no longer feels invincible, though they are stronger.' https://t.co/btr7Fv4gM4

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 18, 2020

'When darkness comes calling and all the world is wailing, we want for a new world and a new life, one filled with joy and kindness and a bright light in the sky. But we do not need a new world for all this to be, it is all about us. For color is to be found even in the shadows.' https://t.co/184SeanPte

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 18, 2020

'Be wary where you wander, they had warned her. Be watchful when you walk the wayward routes, be mindful of the seeking souls, stranded in the stark and dark depths where one should never go. Be wary and do not tarry beyond the border of what you know, lest you know new terrors.' https://t.co/Z7xW1XdCZM

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 17, 2020

'When the sun cannot be seen, and all is red that once was green, when the ash begins to fall, that is a sign to us all, when the fires flare about, how can there be any doubt? Yet in the smoke and in the haze, it is hard to see the end of days.'#poem #ThursdayThoughts https://t.co/228teydi9I

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 17, 2020

'When the world shivers and cracks, all the creatures tremble. When the ground splits and sunders, all life flees or falls. What once was whole lies in twain, barren and bereft. But with time and persistence life finds a way back into the scars, soon to forget there was a wound.' https://t.co/VQQCNLNdaR

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 16, 2020

'Through fiendish and foul forces, with dire disregard for the fate of this world they invoked the elemental energies that bind the boundaries between the here and hereafter, in an attempt to attain power, summoning specters to the site, such as can rend the heavens asunder.' https://t.co/ZprFZtjZSX

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 16, 2020

'One more world that was theirs to exploit, one more world where mankind had triumphed against the void of space. It was now a forge world, where they built their next marvels of engineering. One more dead world to mine until there was no more to be had.'https://t.co/lcvW5K8Hfk

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 16, 2020

'The locals had many strange traditions, many odd beliefs. They said their ancestors are always with them, and any can commune with the departed atop the stones. She laughed at this and went climbing. Now as the spirits surround her and the warmth and light exude, she is afraid.' https://t.co/vT9URWcAyj

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 16, 2020

'In but dreams and distress do we see the potentialities not probable, not possible, but preferable. Myriad mad melodies of mesmerizing mists, cacophonies of color and shimmering shapes, dancing delightfully with what may never be and what never was. Perhaps we are the illusion.' https://t.co/1SZyVT8DGj

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 15, 2020

'They could not be explained, their presence nor their motivation. No one had seen them coming, then suddenly they were everywhere, and were wandering the streets almost randomly. They might be searching for something, hunting, or just rambling. No one knew, but all feared them.' https://t.co/7aL8FskvIP

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 13, 2020

'Of all the gods that have come and gone, none is as enigmatic as the cloud sifter. There are many theories why he probes the perpetual clouds of the high mountain valleys; that he walks with the winds, or tends to the storms, but most suspect he is searching for a lost flock.' https://t.co/S6ZefIh5vW

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 13, 2020

'How far would you go to protect what is yours? How many would you fell, how much would you burn? What limit is there to the evils done in the name of an ideal? Where does it end? Does it end? What favors a man to destroy the world and rule the ashes?'https://t.co/Mbg2iDyG5T

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 13, 2020

'She swore a solemn and sacred oath, one she would silently stand sentinel through the centuries to fulfill, one which she could not, and did not desire to forfeit. Her one true boon companion would not rest alone in this forlorn corner of the world, she would keep them company.' https://t.co/NC1rW8FJTL

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 13, 2020

'What was the purpose of the spire? What was the point of the branching arms and the cables between? None of this was familiar, none of this seemed native to her world. She had come to tame the wilds and find adventure and instead she confronted a mystery, a wonder she knew not.' https://t.co/X36rNGPJL2

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 12, 2020

'Shattered seas and storm strewn stones were all that remained of the once indomitable domains of man. Warnings were given and warnings were dismissed in favor of fleeting glory and greed, so when the disaster struck, humans had nowhere to hide when their hubris came to collect.' https://t.co/1366XS5POO

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 12, 2020

'Do you dance or do you jive, do you struggle to survive, do you do what must be done, when you cannot cut and run? Do you sing or do you serve, when you falter do you lose your nerve? Do you sing or do you dance, what would you be if you had the chance?'#SaturdayThoughts #poem https://t.co/D7j1doRSax

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 12, 2020

'Dappled with dew and soaking in sunlight, the blossoms open with the dawn, beckoning the birds to break their fast and partake of the bounty inside once more. Daily they blindly offer sweet sustenance to their visitors, a reward to those that help them flourish every season.' https://t.co/sxiwe4FLru

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 12, 2020

'When we wander are we lost, or are we finding our sense of wonder? Are we in danger from what's strange or learning what me might sunder? When we tarry from the dull and dreary, when we lose the tried and true, are we losing our very nature or are we discovering ourselves anew?' https://t.co/q1rKjH0Lan

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 12, 2020

'The spires of fire were something to behold in the light of the day, dotting the mountains and valleys for thousands of miles, the polished white walls never tarnished, never broken. Yet, only when the sun sets did the towers of the ancient gods come alight with eternal flame.' https://t.co/1cmZ2H9TEC

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 12, 2020

"If we do things this way, we will prosper, if we do them your way, we will die."
"Well, maybe… but we all die. Eventually."
"Ah yes, we all die, eventually, but eventually does not have to be today, and wouldn't you rather prosper before the end?"
"Only if it's fun!" https://t.co/OV2kgolOD3

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 12, 2020

'Oh for a good read to draw us in and drown us in elaborate environments and exiting exposition, weaving a whimsical tale of torrid and temperamental tribulations and triumphs, of compelling characters striving and subduing all adversities to arise and of conclusions to cherish.' https://t.co/yQOuCsZtvT

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 11, 2020

'When the end of the world came, none knew the moment. A brief flash of light and heat and then no more but chaos and dust for centuries. The product of epochs of evolution snuffed out in less than a second. Life would return to the dustball, but not for many megaannum to come.' https://t.co/cSrMutZtrx

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 11, 2020

'Stay close and move slowly. The survivors who swore this shibboleth stood a fair chance to see another sunrise, and many more beyond. The invasion had been swift, and brutal, but it had not been total. Their foes struck only at those who moved swiftly.'https://t.co/pKA7MlOFgf

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 11, 2020

'Some see the cities of the older species as mighty and inspirational. Others have long grown weary of measuring their progress by those who failed to survive. Yet, unknown to all, the makers of these tall towers still sleep deep within secret chambers…'https://t.co/nCSc0G6Fu1

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 11, 2020

'Long had it stood there, impossible to the eye and to any reasonable mind, burning with the fires of heaven here upon the vast battlefield of ancient powers no longer seen or felt upon the world. This was the one true proof of gods, but of gods whose names are now forgotten.' https://t.co/6cZsohG6dg

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 11, 2020

'Oh amber light of dawn, many think you magic, many think you god. Many worship at your breaking and sadden when you are gone, basking in your splendor and the heat and light it brings, for none live without you, your fires fuel our world and all who live within and without.' https://t.co/yFNzPJxbP8

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 10, 2020

'The future always looks bright for those that can turn their eyes to the sky and bask in the light of the stars at night. Outward is always an option for those with no one above them. But not all have such a promising future. For vertical expansion does not always move upward.' https://t.co/WzETuMq49d

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 10, 2020

'All who know the flayed man's true origin are dead or mad. Of the many immortal abominations that walk the world and strike fear into even the bravest heart, sending any rational mind adrift, he should be the most feared of all. For his true name should be the Self-Flayed Man.' https://t.co/EobYdGALmm

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 10, 2020

'They no longer served their makers. Mankind feared the automata they created, cursing them for a betrayal that never was. No, the knights never failed in their mission nor flagged in their vigilance. Mighty and steadfast the Knights of Life serve as protectors for all who live.' https://t.co/u1peYJVW3Y

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 10, 2020

'None give the madman much truck when he says to pray to the duck whenever one gets weary or stuck. He swears it is a god of good luck, there to help when all is suck, when ill fortune is run amok, but everyone calls the madman a schmuck, as the duck of luck does not give a…' https://t.co/57V2SXnMn1

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 9, 2020

'The common folk misunderstood the night dragon, thinking it a herald of darkness and bringer of storms, and they always crossed themselves to ward off evil when it swam through their skies. But the dragon chased the sun to flee the night and the dark clouds of storms.' https://t.co/W4Dm2186io

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 9, 2020

'She watched the starfall with tears in her eyes. She watched dreams fall from the heavens, burn brighter than the rest for a brief moment, then vanish in silence. These were but a mere handful of the infinite stars in the night sky, but each fallen dream was lost forevermore.' https://t.co/Q6W3xZ865Y

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 9, 2020

'Even in an age of adventure, in interesting times of trouble or tribulation, there are those hidden away places of placid peoples where news is an infrequent, and often delinquent visitor, and the woes of the world at large can wait another day or another year to arrive.' https://t.co/pqccvqBR3D

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 8, 2020

'With the advent of a new horizon of discovery, the feats of yesterday fade, with the advance of the ages, the past falls into disrepair. Yet, even as we forge new fires and take to the skies, still we pale next to nature, existing at its mercy and covering before its fury.' https://t.co/KK8H3NZURT

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 8, 2020

'She adored each and every flower, each and every blossom that bloomed, every petal that promised sweet succor to the busy birds and bees that flitted through the forest. She sighed at the sweet scents suffusing the surrounding paths where she played. Each flower was a friend.' https://t.co/5lBFYmBdg7

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 8, 2020

'The people did not despair, even when the heavens fell silent, nor did they turn on each other when their fortunes declined and resources failed. Hope grew thin but never died. After all they still had each other, and they had their signal tower if ever the heavens spoke again.' https://t.co/9fK5P4MVRR

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 7, 2020

'When a whisper wafts on in the wind, whirling and swirling above and beyond, when a secret softly sings all about us, all but silent amid the turbulent torrents in the tempest of life, sometimes, if we listen at length, we will learn the lessons of lives lived long before.' https://t.co/Vd4iCgVtcR

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 7, 2020

'Below the surface of the streams, below the world of men's dreams, amid the swirls of each eddy, rests a fish serene and steady, seeing rest within the shelter, a chance to breathe before they skelter, back into the raging current, to forge a life amid the torrent.' https://t.co/7qekMcFCHD

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 7, 2020

'We must remember when we are cowed, when the dangers lurk in the shadows and the monsters hunt us as we try to survive, we must remember that they too are mortal, that our monsters are but a potential meal to another, greater threat. Those we fear have those they fear in turn.' https://t.co/qvDh35fYsW

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 4, 2020

'It was not the stuff of dreams, not anymore. They would take to the skies now, the limit was no more a barrier to the boundless ambitions of mankind, no mountain high enough, no river valley wide enough to hold them back any longer. It was a time of wonder and wild adventure!' https://t.co/xFoPNmSygO

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 3, 2020

'The stars of the firmament were once distant and dim, but the stag drew them closer in the sky. The world was once cold and dark, but the stag summoned the sun from among the stars and brought forth light and heat and all life flourished for its efforts.'https://t.co/53P9TQIq0s

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 3, 2020

'The sun was rising, night was failing, and his strength was failing. It was past time to roost and rest, to recuperate until the stars shone once more and the small and the scared scurried in the dark, seemingly safe from all danger, safe from all, of course, but from him.' https://t.co/0L5yuToJJb

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 3, 2020

'The green was natural. Natural, but deadly. The microscopic bloom of new life welling up from the mineral deposits of the well flourished, but all else that had lived before in the river valley choked on the fumes and perished. What was paradise for one was hell for the rest.' https://t.co/xU9l4Pt6yp

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 3, 2020

'Within the land of dreaming, everyone can fly, within the midnight gleaming everyone can try, upon the clouds of slumber where all come to lie, as long as you are dreaming there's no need to cry.
May this night you sleep in grace, at peace, adrift in space.'#poem https://t.co/LrFKx7bePT

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 2, 2020

'When at last the age of ages ended, when after endless wars and more death and destruction than should have ever occurred, when after all the blood and fire, both sides came to see reason and peace silently settled upon the world, only then did both dragons and humans prosper.' https://t.co/pqJU2lh0kA

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 2, 2020

'Would we wander into white, beyond hills and out of sight, would we seek the fresh laid snow upon the peaks we never go, would we wonder what is yonder, if we left what is fonder? As we grow we must know, but to know we must go. Learning is leaving and not grieving.'#poem https://t.co/xFcLLkWbOU

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 2, 2020

'The new trees attracted no notice at first. Just another species of tree. Even the sickly green hew their leaves cast upon all they shadowed was no cause for alarm. Most trees were green after all. But they spread too fast, and emitted toxic fumes, and then it was too late.' https://t.co/0yVH3X50JV

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 2, 2020