I scoffed at the merchant and walked away, What right did he have to judge my readiness, For an adventure and meaning, Beyond the safety of my front door.
So I kept on my way, Not caring to make much hay, About how quickly the road had become empty. Such was the way my journey would go.
For when I found the care to look around, I noted the sun was setting, And glowing beast were starting to surround, Glowing wolves made of yellow starlight and sapphire eyes.
I write Poetry and fiction as a hobby, I've written a full book but never managed to get it published.
I am also working on a Table Top RPG called Cryptix. And have really fallen in love with this project. As such a lot of my fiction right now is connected to the lore of this strange world of monsters.
My poems tend to be thoughtful and philosophical with a touch of spirituality.
My fiction is mostly sci-fi and fantasy but usually with twists and interesting ideas thrown in there. I have been told I don't have a solid grasp of genre, which is fair since the whole concept doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me anyways, I write what I want, and nothing else.
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