Poem, Sagas, Scenic, Short story, Weekend

Emerging in winter.

It had been a long night by the fire, by the embers. In the shell of a once grand home made of thick stone, pride and resillience, that’s where I lay. A temporary roof and door afixed to such a structure worked as a wonder, so long as one need not look upon it.

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Lore, Poem, Sagas, Scenic, Short story

In the cold dark place.

It crept in on a quiet morning, without a word or whisper to betray itself. The sleepers never knew of its presence, dreaming dreams of regret, lust or hopes for what might be if only..

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