Noah Lloyd
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Second Letter to the Disciples
Dearest Disciples, I have no way of knowing every detail about each one of you, but from my many years of teaching, I have familiarized myself with the most common motivations of students who seek to master the magical. The genuine pursuit of knowledge is often present amongst my disciples and that is something to be grateful for, but I would be speaking a falsehood if I were to say that none of you hold ulterior motives within your hearts. Many, perhaps too many, of my past disciples sought knowledge of the magical for purely utilitarian reasons, that is to say, they seek to gain whatever they desire by using the magical process. Listen closely: if any of you seek prosperity in the material world via the use of magic, banish this corrupt goal at once! You insult magic itself if all it is to you is a method of procuring vain fortunes. Cast the thought out of your sick minds!
By Noah Lloyd4 years ago in Futurism
First Letter to the Disciples
Dearest Disciples, I have become keenly aware of the desert within the minds of each of you. For some, the desert is in patches scattered amongst fields of lush greenery which bear such fine fruits, both ordinary and unique. However, I have noticed the vastness of this desert in quite a few of my assigned disciples and hope to bring fertility to the sands. There are oases dotted throughout the barren desert, and it is there where my work shall begin. For the rest of you, consider these initial letters as mere review while I bring your colleagues into the wellspring that it is the ways of the magical.
By Noah Lloyd4 years ago in Futurism
The Marked Man
In the dark corner, I sit, looking out at the world’s inhabitants with one eye open. If only it were so simple as to go out among the people and cherish the ever-fleeting glimpse we perishable souls have of life, but nothing is ever as simple as we pretend it to be. Sooner or later, it all succumbs to something. The flood will rise and fire will drop from the sky. It’s coming, I know it. And so I sit and wait to stand up from this chair and commit my inevitable deeds when the time comes.
By Noah Lloyd4 years ago in Horror
Escape
He was now a soldier caught in the midst of an ancient war. Private Robert McKinney. A blast from behind thrust him forward, sending his youthful body through the air, nearly colliding with frayed streaks of barbed wire, missing the tangle of steel thorns by mere inches. Mud blinded him. He used the one clean spot on the cuff of his dark green uniform to wipe away the watery dirt from his eyes and flipped himself over to see a bomber plane graze the underside of low clouds.
By Noah Lloyd4 years ago in Futurism