'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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