Lightning Strikes

So, the scene is set, Vivainne Desegur upon the side, with her retinue of Constance, who hold her coat and spurs, also Esme, Queen of the Motas, look on. On the other reverse facing, comes the Creator with many winged minions to hang about behind. The Creator in this day is in the guise ofContinue reading "Lightning Strikes"

The Creator’s Ear

Well, began Queen Esme, It is a little-known fact that at the time of creation, each Mota, they are given a communication device in case they need to talk with the Creator itself. We call this device the ‘Creator's Ear’ This is mine here, which you may look upon but not touch, because it isContinue reading "The Creator’s Ear"

The Well Well Well

Now all this music was causing trouble, as music will. Trouble for you, trouble for me and trouble for all the others. The Knights of Az, including the Blue Knight (man), who had managed to get some quality childcare, Vivainne Desegur and her partner Constance, The Darkest Knight with his retinue of the Homeless, alsoContinue reading "The Well Well Well"

Splitting the Mota

Now Sheba, the beloved of the Sphinx, had catalogued and experimented with all the strange plants, berries, fruits, saps, leaves, barks, minerals, and essences that they had once, not long, collected on their travels. She had distilled and extracted, separated, and fractioned, boiled and sieved, added and subtracted all the strange participant bits of theContinue reading "Splitting the Mota"

The Monument of Memories

Some people say, remarked the Sphinx, looking back over her shoulder as she walked, to check that her tail was fashioning the correct swish to maximise its beauty, that memories are to be gathered and held close, stuck into your head to check who you are. But I say, let go, free yourself of theContinue reading "The Monument of Memories"

Looking Back Over My Shoulder

Look, said the Raggedy Man. Looking back over my shoulder, I can see in your eye. I see, like bricks in a wall, the images of times that are me, bits me, like parts or pages in a book took out, or eggs in a basket fall out, or jars on a kitchen shelf slipContinue reading "Looking Back Over My Shoulder"

The Raggedy Man

Beneath the tree, adjacent to the flowing of water, the Darkest Knight had awoken refreshed. The Darkest Knight, refreshed. Are you ready to return to the Hostel for the Homeless, where you must absorb all the terrors and worries of those who pass? Asked the Sphinx. The Sphinx I am ready, my slate is wipedContinue reading "The Raggedy Man"

The Wisdom of Smaller Creatures

It is a fact, related the Wandering Rabbit, that in this world, the wisest creatures available to inquiry are small and often of a timid inclination. Young mice, for instance, are taught philosophy and the art of cuisine from a tender age. It is also well known that rabbits invented football, billiards, skiing, bridge, cheeseContinue reading "The Wisdom of Smaller Creatures"

The Hostel for the Homeless and The Rabbit

The Darkest Knight opened a Hostel for the Homeless under and by, quite close, next to, above and below, and soon the gates of the city of Az. Much that any wandering ancient or young, with nothing on their backs to call a shirt, might have a pallet to lie and a bit of aContinue reading "The Hostel for the Homeless and The Rabbit"

The Ancestral Pile

When I was a young Darkest Child, my home, a chateau, seemed much undone by siege and siege engine. The stone was fall all about in great heaps and only some few chambers and dungeons kept the cold and wind in their place. The reason, this is because my parent and mother were very keenContinue reading "The Ancestral Pile"