Taking A Walk With My Imagination

One day in late February, I decided to go outside for a walk. The sun was shining, and it was fairly warm for a winter day. I thought it would be good to get some exercise. My imagination, feeling a little cooped up, wanted to come along. It thought it would be good to get …

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Encountering the Dutchman

The captain peered over his map, occasionally glancing up to check if the shoreline he could just make out through the mist matched anything. His ship had been blown off course by an unexpected storm last night, but he wasn't ready to admit they were lost yet. "Captain, we just fished up a mysterious barrel …

Tales of Clouds

There is an elven legend about an explorer who travelled to a lake on top of a high plateau where the clouds nearly touched the land, and while he sat at the edge of the water watching a marvelous sunset, heard an ethereal voice singing a wondrous song emanating from one of the clouds. The …

Lingering Behind

The playground in Bright Rock was devoid of children, as was the dwarven town itself. When the gold mine dried up, all of the miners had logically left for the newly opened diamond mine in Glitterdale. Elga nostalgically wandered around the playground. She had raised her children here in Bright Rock. Her son had loved …

Arlo Enjoying Tea While Reading Stories

Arlo Proudfoot had experienced his first taste of adventure when he was prodded out of his comfortable hobbit hole, away from his relaxing garden where he regularly enjoyed his afternoon tea, to be one of the Hobbit delegates sent to debate about what to do about a pair of young dragons with the other local …

The Ball Game

Each of the three women was intently focused. Eyes followed the ball at all times, they strafed left or right accordingly, and limbs were precisely extended to hit the ball towards the next person. Kayley hit the ball to Steph with a fluid swing of her wrist. Steph stepped forward and directed it to Nicole. …

The Dwarven Lounge

Arlo Proudfoot had an entire evening of free time to spend before he and the other Hobbit delegates returned home the next morning, and he was enjoying it in the lounge he had just found down a side hallway off of the dwarves’ Small Hall, which was on the opposite side of the complex from …

Back Together Again

They met up in a café. Jolene arrived first, and calmly waited for Gloria, who arrived five minutes late and out of breath. “Gloria, you're always on the run now,” Jolene laughed. A text lit up Gloria’s phone. “Running after somebody,” Jolene noted. Gloria sighed. “You could have your choice of men, but… He's the …

The Perks of Being a Delegate

Arlo Proudfoot was pleased. Since he was busy being a delegate attending this multi-race debate, he wasn’t having dinner with his in-laws. His mother-in-law was embarrassingly proud of what was actually a bland soup, and always made a pot for company. Instead, he was about to enjoy a feast celebrating the successful conclusion of the …

A Dream-Forged Artist

The dream tender watches over the flock of ideas, guiding them from the field that they’ve just grazed in to the next lush pasture of inspiration, while making sure that the prowling predators of doubt see no opportunity to attack. The wordsmith examines the sentence for imperfections, pushes it into the coals, then pulls it …