The Cave Of Mysteries (A collaboration post)

Hello everyone. Me and Pooja of lifefinewhine are back at it with our second collaboration. It was so cool writing with her the first time that we just had to have an encore. You can find our first collaboration, Stalker here But for now enjoy this thrilling adventure. Pooja wrote in the bold italics and…

Ocean mysteries

what do you see #26 Poseidon roils and the sea turns wretched The sun is barely set yet the moon rises with indecent haste.. both are desperate, eager to be the last light in their memory For where they go, only darkness reigns Cold frigid winds billow, swirling and gusting from all directions Steering is…

Red mist (prose and poetry)

Red mist descends upon the land, thick as illusion None can know what mysteries lie within- what adventures call the sensual thrill of an epic quest or the gripping horror of a fight against one’s demons The red mist lives, it calls to us all Inviting and yet foreboding But still it calls, its pull…

Celeste and the god of doom ( prose and poetry)

what do you see So many had fallen! So many had withered away in hopelessness For seven years the land had moaned the sun’s demise Seven long years of anguish and death Seven years of Belokor’s revenge But as heroes fell and crumbled all around, Celeste prepared horned her skills and sharpened her mind Driven…

A Magical lament (fantasy poetry)

Down in a deep valley amidst a wall of lofty hills a golden Phoenix sings away the morning chills Perched on the highest top of the most majestic tree it’s plumage shines and bathes the land in a kaleidoscope of glee The night gnomes burrow into hobbit-like homes within rich earthen mounds and pixie faced…

Come back to me #poetry

DreamsYou call to meFrom too farFrom too deepbeyond mists and fogs of festering nightmaresbeneath hollows and caves of echoing mistakesI had you oncein every waking dayon every sleeping nightWhen was it that you abandoned medragging my hope in the wake of your desertionWhen did you leave me so far behindbut a glimmer on the horizon…

Pleasures in the dark

I had fun writing this; Weekly challenge. Photo prompt: H.R R Gorman The night was magical, the morning maniacal Ribbons that had glittered and sparkled had now turned to tissue, soaked, stuffy and musky The exotic circus tent was now a toxic heap of bedsheets and chairs But still they lay in that mania of…