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Quarter Life Crisis

  • Yet another leading light in world of rock has been extinguished.

  • Princess Prittie sat in the royal carriage waiting patiently for Mirvanda to join her. While she sat alone in her own company, her thoughts turned to the day ahead. With everything that had happened, and although […]

  • The ensuing third day after victory at the castle, d’Gravernaugh had visited the princess at the garrison. His visit was solely to arrange with her the time of the king’s funeral ceremony, this had been mutually […]

  • A week had now passed since d’Gravernaugh and his small army of soldiers had successfully stormed, routed out, and slaughtered the filthy presence of their devilish nemesis at the castle of southern Gillion – […]

  • The zenithal midday sun shone brilliantly over the garrison at Marshtop relentlessly bathing the tower guard’s rooftop position with sweltering, rising temperatures. The sentinel position – as it came to be […]

  • The night at Marshtop silently slipped by, no incident had been reported by the sentries; all was quiet. The red hues of dawn crept across the skies slowly turning to blue heralding the arrival of the rising sun […]

  • The counsel of southern Gillion, a group of twelve high officials gathered in haste by a crisis, an emergency of state, all brought together to determine their future, their lives, their very existence, had […]

  • Princess Prittie, sole remaining royal family member from the southern quarter forming one of the four Kingdoms of Gillion, only child and beloved daughter of the late King Mestian, heiress to the throne, […]

  • What I would give now for a horse!? This thought – born more from hope than anything else had been prominent in the mind of the guard since they had set out for the Marshtop garrison. Amid the carnage of the […]

  • They had now covered some four miles in their ten-mile trek toward Marshtop, they had not come across any enemy – human or otherwise, the only other signs of life came from the singing from birds high above in […]

  • Author’s note:

    This fanciful, self-indulgent tale, began as a joke between myself and a fellow blogger many years ago. It first appeared in its entirety on the original version of Thoughts before it closed. My […]

  • Jules answered to the question “Writers block4 months, 3 weeks ago

    Inspiration is fickle and not a tap you can turn on when desired. When it does flow, go with it and leave nothing out that passes through your mind. Once the flow has stopped step back for a while and leave it well alone. When you come back to it for review consider if what you wrote is truly representative of how you felt when you wrote it.

  • Jules answered to the question “How to create a blog10 months, 3 weeks ago

    Hi Sara. To write a blog post. Hover your mouse over the (+ New) and a drop down list will appear. Click on ’Post’ to open the blog editing page. Once you have done writing and ready to post, press the ’Publish’ button which will then make your blog appear on the main blog page.

  • “Come in stranger, please come in to my magical menagerie. In here you will find all sorts of wonderful things designed to enhance your life. Do not come here looking for vengeance upon another soul, or make […]

    • Nice work. I like this.

    • Thanks Jim, means a lot.

      I love creating pictures then stare at them when they are finished until a seedling of a story emerges, I then put pen to paper – so to speak.

      • I completely understand. I do almost the exact same thing in nature. I look at or tune into a scene, a place, and let my higher mind lead me into the story of that place or time. It is always amazing to me how randomly creative the mind can be! I especially connect to the magik part of your work too since that has been a large part of my life.


  • She’s awesome.

  • Luce stood at the ancient observation arch, a vantage point enabling the observer to look far out across the valley which stretched on for miles below. The early morning cold bit cruelly on her face, and […]

  • When Emily had finished reading her book she put it down then looked up at her surroundings and nothing had changed in the passing of time. How much time had actually passed since she sat down to read she […]

  • Jules wrote a new post, Inner Dialogue 4 1 year ago

    Inspired by the anticipation of self discovery, Emily bounced light-footed down the chamber in search of the section she sought, her steps almost became a dance as she swept from one side to the other getting […]

    • Feelme replied 1 year ago

      lamhe sare kaid mai kar lu aisi ghadi aa rahi h hona hai jo dekhi jae ab karam hi farmae!

    • ready for the next 🙂

      • Jules replied 1 year ago

        The next part may well be the last, I haven’t decided yet. Much to think about and do.

  • Jules wrote a new post, Inner Dialogue 3 1 year ago

    Emboldened by the bestowal of a name by the author, the woman in red – henceforth to be rightfully addressed as Emily, passed gracefully through the threshold of the doorway into what she had been told was a […]

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