The stench. It reeks in here... the smell of death. The musty sand, the tang of blood and the unmissable, gagging scent of excrement from those who had voided themselves through fear. That wouldn't happen to him. He wouldn't give them the pleasure. He was trembling, although he didn't notice. The light through the cullis … Continue reading The Demon beyond the Broken Light- Part II
So lately I have been made more aware of the quite staggeringly large part fantasy plays in my life (I'm not talking about putting on a fireman's outfit and getting kinky with my fiance, so stop that.) It's ingrained... I was exposed to fantasy at a very young age, at first (but by no means … Continue reading My reason for fantasy
His new eyes strained under beams of blurred light, as slowly it faded to nothing. Only darkness now, and stifling heat. The metallic timbre of his breathing filled this black prison, measured and deep. He focused on the small square through which this strange new world peered at him. The beams of light came into focus, … Continue reading The Demon beyond the Broken Light – Part I
Hi - so I have started reading a very famous book. It's called The Doors of Perception, by the scientist and writer Aldous Huxley. Now, I have a layman's grasp of the English language (to put it modestly, and yet as honestly as I can) but I have experienced, as I'm sure you all have … Continue reading Do you find the prospect of some books daunting?
Another red day. Had it really only been this morning that he’d strapped his armour on? Rheig half walked, half stumbled through the dusty dirt towards his tent, mind numb and body aching. His sabre rattled in its sheathe as he reached the canvas hanging covering the doorway and lurched through into the stagnant darkness. … Continue reading A Prologue (unnamed)
This is the excerpt for your very first post.