I published a new poem after a while of not writing them. It was more of a compulsion about what I've been reminiscing lately.
Good morning guys! Got a special guest post scheduled for Sunday with The Black Knight revolving around his Starshatter Universe. I was excited to write for it because it involves one of my most favorite subjects: weapons! In the meantime, go check out his stuff! Stay tuned!
How does a guardsman contend with the rising threat of criminal magi? While a once elusive art, the gift is steadily becoming more available to the citizenry of Eskanore, and with it, brings a flurry of challenges. View the events that lead to the founding of the Mage Hunters guild below. #MageHunter #Magic #Fantasy #Fiction #Literature
Magic is a tricky tool to combat when it comes to crime. Sometimes, it's use can show up in unexpected ways, especially when it involves thieves. If you enjoy these types of short stories, be sure to share them with other fantasy lovers! #MageHunter #Fiction #Fantasy #Literature
How does the St. Celestine Kingdom handle miscreant mages? At first, it was especially tricky. From illusionists to dangerous evokers, the citizenry of Eskanore were always on edge. The gift started off as an extremely rare and unique power only a few can grasp. However, over the years, more and more people have awakened to this power, including the criminal minded. Tomorrow, we will explore how Rion, co-founder of the Mage Hunters guild, contends with the difficulties of enforcing the king’s law, which leads up to the founding of the Mage Hunter’s guild. #MageHunter #Fiction #Fantasy #Literature
I wrote this poem assuming winter was over. For a bit, it was. Then last night we got hail and this morning sleet. Can never catch a break. Maybe one day Spring will come around and stay for a bit. Today’s poetry:
Don’t know what it is, but cooking anime does something special that really makes you salivate, even when you’re not hungry. New daily poem, plus your weekly recap!
A haiku about injustice, inspired by a neighbor dispute over a stupid trash can.
One of the most precious things you can own is your sanity. But when you pursue forbidden, dark knowledge, be it for power or truth, this is the toll you must pay. Today's poetry:
As a kid, I grew up on the NES thanks to my grandfather. I recall the time when my cousin and I played together. We said β€œlook how realistic the graphics are!” Ahh… good times. Good memories. And plenty of good games.