Dr. Agonson – Page 221 – Tale Told

Prayer: Confession

I heard you call, but still I slept; I knew your voice, but did not come. How can I, a retched man, still pray? I loved you little, sought the…

Drabble: Castle of the Mind

There is a castle in the minds of men which they do not approach. There is still an occupant there, waiting in the castle. He, up in his tower, high…

Short Poem: I Must Go Down

There's darkness in the deep where things are bound to creep, yet still I must go down. There’re things I can't describe, unknown to man or tribe, yet still I…

Drabble: Deadly Eye

The deadly glare of the idol I thought was a metaphor, some superstition meant to symbolize the power of the tribe's deity; I was wrong. I can feel that demon's…

Poem: Battle Cry

By the broken hands which turn,—Can I tell you? Can you learn?—by this sacred grove of trees—in this light cast by their leaves,in this mountain's shadow cold,in this moment growing…

Poem: The Comforter

In a little grove, an old chapel, weathered and leaning . . . In a quiet hour, a man, kneeling, praying . . . In a deserted street, a soul…

Directory: The Dying City

Buried in ever falling sands, the great city still rises over the desert. Some say it was forged of a tempered glass, glass as hard as metal. Others say those…

Short Story: I Am Undead

I Am Undead Please Read: I Am UndeadExcerpt: I couldn’t tell you when the change took place. It wasn’t the transformation of a night but the slow work of days…

Rough Draft: I am Undead

I couldn't tell you when the change took place. It wasn't the transformation of a night but the slow work of days and nights, days following nights and nights following…

Real Life Fiction

So, a bit of real life fiction. I was out in my yard, exercising, and because I am a complete nerd, I had a book with me. Well, I remembered…