'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."
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 12, 2020
"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
'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
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