Came across this gem of literary usage spawned from an ancient Deadlands game. Some are mine. Some are from kindred gamers. You can decide which…
Gomorra at night
Makes the Biblical city
Look like paradise
There once was a man from Gomorra
Who said after reading the Torah,
“It won’t be my fault
If my wife turns to salt,
‘Cos I just lit up all my menorah.” Continue reading
The figure was sizable. Easily twice Gerard’s weight and more than likely approaching thrice that number. The ranger continued to observe the figure with caution, the strangeness of the scene still reverberating within him. His eyes picked out certain details despite the shadows. She was female, and naked, and bald, and unless his perceptions deceived him, a fine hue of blue.
Gerard picked up a nearby piece of wood and tossed the thumb sized chunk at the interloper. Continue reading
Cobbled together from four different dolls I plucked from a thrift shop bin, Cora came to life as Cyndi’s chimerical companion. Her notorious behavior begat legends throughout the game neighborhood of a living doll that would give Chucky cause to blush.
The game concluded over a decade ago, and I still have Cora. This is her, sitting on a jar of broken glass….. Continue reading
Pasts were not something Kurn wished to dwell on, nor were descriptions of deeds accomplished. Give him a task, and he would set to it. There was no firmer judge of a man than to observe him in such trials undertaken — he found it difficult to accept anything that was being said at more than face value and so paid it little heed. As to Erellia’s suggestion, he knew her ‘we’ did not include her, herself; there was little that already escaped her knowledge, so it seemed. Standing around making conversation wasn’t for him.
“Haron,” Kurn motioned the teen to join him as Kurn walked out from under the canopy and back into the rain. “We’re setting camp. Unburden the horses and canvas the gear.”
“Kurn, Haron, leave the horses as they are for now,” Erellia cut through the dampness with a firm tone of command, then her voice resumed its usual timbre, “If you would, please.” Continue reading
Sizable was the groundhog’s girth, an homage to the succulent excesses of past royalty. The steel posts stood as unforgiving sentinels over this corner of his kingdom, the sodden earth relenting no further where this narrow defile had been birthed. No matter though, the whispers called, and the king’s need became fervent. The dusky rime lubricated the adventurous creature just enough, that his sizable ass snaked into the wilds with a hairy splort. Continue reading
Disney World has officially jumped the shark.
I know, I know. But it’s the most magical place on Earth! Well, there are two sides to the arcane, and Disney has definitely 
started the spiraling descent into the dark side of magic. What started as one man’s dream has turned into a nightmare for millions.
Pardon me while I rant. Continue reading
Window
We like playing with fire
Without getting burned
Should we continue our rescue
Or safely return?
The Robyn Flown
It seems forever we have been seeking
This girl named Robyn with balefire in her soul
Day after day I’m looking and peeking
Yet, now we are so close to our final goal.
We now have the song the Robyn must sing
All of the pieces are falling into place
The fate of Dan continues, string by string
All stories coming together at a furious pace. Continue reading
The mindless drum of his feet had almost put Gerard to sleep. It had happened before, during his training. He had witnessed it since, once of his own creation. Crossing terrain that was at times vast with a pristine blandness could lull an unwary ranger into dangerous situations. He had seen a comrade tumble right off a precipice. Fortunately only frigid waters waited below, and no permanent harm was done.
The cracking and shredding of foliage lanced adrenalin into Gerard’s system, snapping him from the dreamy stupor his legs were enjoying. He skidded to a halt and cursed his dullard wit for missing the motion that accompanied the ruckus which had erupted ahead on the trail. His blood ran cold despite the vigorous exercise with the imagined predation of a shredder lurking not fifty footfalls off. Continue reading
People are fucking animals. Biologically. Never forget that.
Civilized as many believe they are, the tenets of Maslow’s hierarchy run deep in the psyche. Challenge the basic needs for survival, and the degeneration into savagery is often rapid and blinding. Continue reading
The lizardman threw a quizzical-looking glance toward the dark robed man as the human retreated somewhat from the gathering, acting as though he was far more chill than the rain alone could account for.
Sure enough, the Silveraen was curious about the situation; the fourth person to break away from the “silent stare” approach to introductions, but he’d backed off rather than joining in. The reptile couldn’t help but wonder what thoughts haunted that one… but resigned himself to the fact that this wasn’t an opportune moment to inquire.
Resolving to investigate the matter later, he swiftly returned his attention to the three-way exchange.
Erellia moved quietly about the canopy attending to minor details within the shelter and the small brazier that now burned with a welcoming light, a silent hostess to this most unusual gathering. Nodding or smiling in gentle greeting, she welcomed each individual into the makeshift shelter as they approached. For those that offered, she would provide some small menial task to perform that would help add a relative state of comfort to the encampment. Overall however, she projected a sensation of tremendous patience and calm reserve, a typical trait of the long lived. There was a sense that she observed the interactions of the group with an almost purposeful delay in taking control of the situation. Continue reading