'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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