Category: Writing

The shrine is still standing. This will be written down as a success.

You’ve been meaning to check on one of the medics for weeks now. Mira, they call her. Quiet girl. Keeps to herself.

You kneel and assess the cut: lower right forearm, shallow, uneven, a hand span in length, frayed along the edges. Likely caused by a well-maintained yet serrated, barbarian blade.

The bowl sits empty on the table. The bandages, too.

You’re dying. You know this is true. The world has narrowed to pain and a thick metallic taste in your throat. You’ve seen enough gut wounds on the battlefield to recognise your own.

So as of about a month ago I decided to pick up a new language, finally! I’ve known some German for a good while now (A2-B1 perhaps, depending on who you ask). I sorta fell off from that, though, and haven’t practiced much in the last few years. So when my partner was looking at…

The below is an opening chapter I wrote for fun. I’ve had some ideas for stories for a while but, honestly, this is my first attempt at writing fiction ever. It’s about a science-fantasy world beset by creatures that roam deserts of glass at night.Post image is just an abstract shader. I had no idea…