FantasyTee

"You were explaining how it began", I said. "Yes, I travel through time, like a fish swims through the levels of the ocean, so not merely left and right, up and down, fore and aft, but also past and future." I nodded, I wanted her to continue, I did not want to break her train of thought. "And so now I have travelling pastwards, so I can give the secret of time travel to who I was, so I can be who I am." I nodded keenly at this, the paradox hurting my head and leaving a wake of confusion. "So if the future you knows this, but the current you did not, and did not learn or discover it, how then does it start?" - I asked. She shook her head as though she had not appreciated the paradox before, and was tasting its wrongness for the firs...

Distracted

Moon Elf

An evil as old as the universe haunts the world. Find the truth. Protect yourself.

For whoever doesn’t overcome the cowardice inside themselves will die of fear to the end of their days.

“I hate things! I hate all things! I hate and hate every single tiniest thing. I hate the world.” said Fuchsia aloud.

The sorceress wrought rare glamour with her magic, sculpting light and colour into a dance that would shame the heavens, like fairy magic many were deceived and found themselves undone.

Ophelia: There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

And some sort order, aligning themselves to ways straight, making ways that were inorganically absent of curve, eccentricity and deviation, deriding the very nature from which they had come, until in the very end, they could no more stand their very reflections in the glass and crafted themselves instead into something else, wholly alienated from the root.

Chaos always wins in the end, it is better organised.

Her lips always shared a joke with her eyes.

After a bottle of wine Zoe became unfocused, or at least one of us did.

Some saw subtle, others say Pollocks.

She threw me a wink and I was not fast enough to catch it.

Legend of the Further Shores

When she arrived the men thought themselves lucky. A face like the very light of the Gods they thought. But as the days went by she was a slow poison in their every friendship, a swelling wedge in their unity, a golden apple of chaos thrown to tempt and divide all.

The possibilities engine

It comes, out of the mists

Multi-classing

She looked me in the eye and with an odd smile said, 'We are all just flowers who briefly bloom and who will be blown like dandelion clocks on the wind, the tale goes on, but our brief story is done.'

In doing nothing Nothing is done When nothing is done The myriad realities are undone In this undoing All things achieved Without the least thing at all. What nonsense Time for tea.

The witch met her eye and said, would you like to never die? In those few words the worst of traps was set, and the woman consigned to the consequence of forever. Everyone you ever love, you watch them die. Everything you thought was eternal you watch, change, transform and finally fade. And every pain you accumulate becomes without end. Then one die you rise and catch your visage in the mirror, and see forever looking back at you, with all of its endless nothingness. Forever. Be careful what you wish for.

Before we started she stopped, bowed her head and seemed to pray. Seeing my look, she said; - 'I pray to my true self to manifest in my behaviour when I most need it, and for the consequences of bigger destinies to play out without my involvement. That and that I will find a dry warm bed and decent meal before the day is over.'

Shapeshifter

When you really cannot hear anyone over the volume of your clothes.

Friia

When you really cannot hear anyone, over the volume of your clothes.

When god closes a door she invariably drops opens an interdimensional gate. Not all of us can see them though. So it goes.

Reflection

By the ineffable grace

Here, sitting, still Silence, deafening, at last Infinities eviscerating rush Nothing remaining Clarity as last.

Cymoril

We are the lucky few, who were born, against vast odds of countless other possibilities that never came to be, instead, you and me. And this time is brief, for us to be witness to the wonder of all that is, and taste the sweetness of strawberries whilst the vine itself is snapping.

The city on the edge of forever

Sabrina was the kings daughter and hence destined to a strategic alliance to ensure the future peace of kingdoms, this was not something she concurred with and hence carried a perpetual expression that was unreadable, but definitely unfriendly. Then one day a handsome prince came to the kingdom who changed all of that. He had a really fast horse and he left it unattended.

Enchantment