Well, the winged minions flew together in a great migrating cloud, scattering across the sky in v shaped vs, so that the front one could lead and all the others could be a bit lazy as was their nature. The towering cloudy cloud structures presenting cliffs and mountains to circumvent. They climbed higher and higherContinueContinue reading “The Flight of the Minions”
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Power to the People
Vivainne with Constance and the Queen Esme returned outside the Well Well Well and The Sphinx put the mountain back on it, a boom sound in the valleys. So, began Vivainne, I have a idea, Oh dear, said Constance quiet to the floor. Patience my love, it is a good one, continued Vivaine, I wouldContinueContinue reading “Power to the People”
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 ofContinueContinue reading “Lightning Strikes”
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, alsoContinueContinue 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 theContinueContinue 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 theContinueContinue 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 slipContinueContinue 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 wipedContinueContinue 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, cheeseContinueContinue 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 aContinueContinue reading “The Hostel for the Homeless and The Rabbit”
The Guardians of the Cave 