Makalani

 My brother is working on turning his fantasy/sci-fi world into a card game -and he asked me to design the card-templates. Afterwards, I liked them so much, I filled in some of the characters from one of my own fantasy fan-fics ...

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  Oh, how you hate romance. The genre of literature, the idea, even the actuality! Because you know, it’s not truly real. Any guy who is being ‘romantic’ does so either to make a girl helpless, or under obligation, not because it’s just part of his nature. And...

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 Return To Me Return to me! Oh, heart of mineThat loved the beauty of a dream.That did not count the passing timeNor feared the flowing of that stream. Return to me! Oh, my own heart.My breast is filled with something dead.My conscience tried and fell apart,Teaching me bitterness...

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 Valediction Farewell to the past and the person I was.Goodbye to the times that never shall be.Farewell to the feeling of memories lost.Hello to the future, and hello to me. Farewell to the toys and the games I once played.Goodbye to the tales in worlds that I knew.Farewell...

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 Leave . . . Live Leave it unsaid and you find that the sayingLeft more thoughts unspoken;Belittled your praying.You see that words onlyCome one at a time andUnlike their first thoughts, are forever lonely. Leave it unfound and you see that the findingLeft more to be wanted:Reality’s binding.You...

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 Oxymoron Oh, the blessed bondage!The thrice cursed release!How words on the pageAre clamor and peace!My fetters they are!My keys to delight!They catch me a starThen slaughter its light.Such villainous friends!And amorous foes!The ink on my handsAnd blood from my nose.Do they love me notOr love me do they?Both....

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 Is Silence Gold? I cannot write, for words escapeAnd though I think, I cannot shapeWhat my thought are, nor can expressThis lack which burns me with distress. I write, but know not what I sayFor sense and meaning flee awayWhen I open my mental cageAnd try to whisper...

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 1.        He was a mysterious fellow, because no matter how much anyone knew about him, they still wondered who he was. The title ‘Professor of Urban History’, though tailored to match his perfect pinstripe suit and not-too-polished brown shoes, still felt out-of-stitch. Now, no one doubted that...

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 Aftermath Their bodies are lying all over the field;Broken is the sword – shattered lies the shield.They’re lying and dying in mud made of blood;They’re crying and waiting to die. Their whimpers and screams tear the wind as they mourn,Praising death and cursing the day they were born.They’re...

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 Amphitheatrum Flavium(A short-essay) It was truly the greatest theater in Rome. The Amphitheatrum Flavium rose through the clear Roman sky in arching springs of stone, like fountains pouring upward, meeting, and forming flat streams wherefrom a whole new row of bent fountains sprang. Three walls of arches rose,...

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 As inspired by a great suggestion from my DadAnd one disassembled TV-remoteI now present:(2 ~ A button on a TV remote)The next prompt is "A chewable vitamin"I've never had and hardly ever see chewable vitaminsThis is going to be interesting . . . ...

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 And you don’t want to. Even your fingers won’t strike the keys correctly. What does it matter if you can type 80 words per minute and more when you are cool? You can’t do that now. You can hardly hit forty, you are back-spacing so much. Struggling to...

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 Forest and Field(A short-essay) When contrasting the militaristic methods of the Romans and the Celts (or Gauls), it is at once obvious what great differences their infantry had and what effect this had on their method of battle. The Romans, being of smaller and not-so-strong stature, arranged themselves...

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 This one does not have a story yetAnd this one does ...

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 The Gift of the Nile (A short essay)         Water – or H2O – is one of the most basic elements a living creature needs to survive. Thus it no small wonder that the greatest ancient civilizations had this commodity in abundance. When a person is seeking...

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 Jeroboam, Son of Nebat            History is defined and created by every man who takes the story of his time and makes it his story. This means that a single man can change the economical, geographical, social, judicial and even spiritual fate of a nation. We...

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Cover art by Asche KeeganIn WhichIn which, because the author doesn't actually know what to write next, he has requested that his author (that would be Thalassa) say to the readers: "Hey friends! In order that William/Thalassa be able to keep writing, they would like to answer YOUR questions. Yup,...

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 Cover art by Asche KeeganIn Which Pointless Attempts are Made to Fix the Unfixable “That title has got to be record length,” you comment. Why thank you, it required a great deal of careful, intense thought. “You know, if that were true, I’d expect it to be shorter.” Are...

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