A Note on My Fridge IV

Spirits of treachery, place down your lance and stab me not with your dispersions!Vile castigations cast with wyvern talon and ruinous slander shall be levelled not at me, but at the very roots of my familial line that affixes me to the ground.We are out of milk AGAIN! My cereal must be dry again. Barren … Continue reading A Note on My Fridge IV →

🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 6

The fireplace was barely untended. It was swept, a bucket of kindling was stacked by its side, there was an expectant readiness to the fireplace that doom, the hearth sprite, felt unsettled by. It looked so barren, the sprite thought as it gazed into the cavernous maw of a thankfully soot-crowded chimney. To properly … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 6 →

🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 5

It was no weather for travel. Lundra, by its rainy nature, knew little of travelling. It was a gormless thing, a nagging part of the day that people did their best to avoid. Some would ignore travel as it happened to them. Tinctures of rum and lavender to help sleep hold throughout the burden, Boxes, … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 5 →

🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 4

There was no such thing as good luck.Sure, there were times when a glass may fall to the floor without shattering or when a table might be kicked and the priceless relic of Ekilm’s wisdom only shifts precariously towards the edge—much to the relief of the cleaner. But were these moments an advent of good … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 4 →