Fantasy
Last Goodbye
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It was possibly the most beautiful Airbnb we had ever been to. The house was located on top of a steep hill with miles and miles of woods surrounding the property. The snow made it look like taken straight out of a fairy tale.
By Martyna Dearing4 years ago in Fiction
The Charlotte Ransome Pottery Hour
The Charlotte Ransome Pottery Hour By Laurence J. R. Nix Cover by Alexandra Pinto Designs The Demon in my Ashtray It was only the growing gap in my little pottery logbook that finally motivated me to get back into the workshop and do something. This far into lockdown, inspiration had become rare and fleeting. The pages before the gap were so full of life. It was really more of a personal journal than a professional logbook, all covered in doodles and tangential ramblings about how I felt about the projects. If I ever was to set up that online store I had been pondering since the start of the pandemic, keeping track with a logbook like this would surely lead to me selling the same item to three different people at the same time. But disorganised though it may be, that journal was precisely how I liked it. Aside from the blank pages. Even then, it was guilt and obligation that drew me back in, not ambition. I turned to the page of the correct date, and where once I might have doodled a design for an intricate urn, I found myself writing, Make something. Anything. and underlining it four times
By Laurence J. R. Nix4 years ago in Fiction
Goblet of Glory vol 1:
Percival sat within the mess-hall of morality, which was located down the hall from the rec-room of rectitude, which itself was located around the corner from the privy of purity; a room which, despite its name contained some unholy smells especially when brother Rotundus was finished using it.
By Steven Beamish4 years ago in Fiction
