The river was gloomy. A rich field of bog and heather lay patiently beside a river grey with apathy, its eddies and creeks coiling endlessly through hills of East Lundria. Beside them, moss lined footpaths of pebble and shale formed their own channels, twisting and turning, converging towards the babbly burble of every watercourse that flowed … Continue reading The River Denly
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A Short Hike in Lundra
The rain tumbled down, drenching the over-soaked trail and casting a cloud over the decision to have a picnic.It was a bothered kind of rainfall, a cascade of laundry-flooded sheets that billowed and blanketed across the embattled countryside, rolling down hills and valleys so torrentially that the land was water-logged passed the point of etymology.Trudging … Continue reading A Short Hike in Lundra
A Fallen Harbour
And so it was that a small figure fell from their slumber and was awoken by the wine-dark stirring sea, foam peaked waves and the roar of silence summarily greeting them as they were discarded thoughtlessly into the tide. Bloodied moonglow scarcely glinted as the failing ember of the watchtower stood now blackened for … Continue reading A Fallen Harbour
🧹 The Troubles of a Bog Witch
There was trouble brewing in the bog. Drella stood over her cauldron and admired the boiling broth within. A bog witch is well accustomed to trouble. From curious young ravens who practice their ominous foreshadowing by lingering in the corners of a witch’s vision, to foolish young townsfolk who march off into the wilds to … Continue reading 🧹 The Troubles of a Bog Witch
Ekilm
It was night.To all gathered within the candle-lined snug known the Bookmaker’s tavern, the night had arrived no less irregularly than the many previous. The routine of day had waxed and waned, and without occasion the lantern-moon had returned to the sky. But to one booth, still rapt in the joys of conversation, there was … Continue reading Ekilm
🧹 A Bog Witch
Drella was a bog witch. Across the span of two decades, Drella had double, double toiled and troubled her way into becoming quite competent at bog witchery and couldn’t help but feel disconsolate when her life was boiled down into nothing more than hocus pocus. For a bog witch, there were many presumptions that were … Continue reading 🧹 A Bog Witch
April 2023 site update and The Flying Apricot introduction
Hello, hello!Just a quick update about Sunday Short Stories and all the jumbled-up alphabets that reside therein. In celebration of writing two hundred short stories, I'm going to be putting more time into something longer for the rest of 2023 But what does that mean? Well, it mostly means that I will no longer be … Continue reading April 2023 site update and The Flying Apricot introduction
🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 9
It was as though the god of luck had cursed him. Mickey Hallan thought of Lenith as a miserly kind of god, more gifting of curses than a bit of good fortune here and there. Sad eyed and mopey, Lenith regularly cursed people like Mickey for no apparent reason; special curses that turned sure odds … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 9
🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 8
The faint light of day was caught within several droplets that hung upon a window of the Woodcut Tavern.Gently they fell to the ground, a patter of lazy rain intermixed with the sweep of an ambling wind. It was a quiet kind of morning, one that shimmered with a faintness of firefly fragile dawn. Slowly … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 8
🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 7
‘woop.’ The Watcher spoke, his thin breath caught upon the night air with a pause of caution. Words, he knew, had power. There was a greater dominion to the spoken word than a human mind could fathom; the circle chants of Den Helden that are said to turn iron into gold, the legends of Death’s … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 7
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