Archive for ‘Fantasy’
Thursday, June 21st, 2012
Years and years after this, when humans and their complicated, unchangeable structures have become myth, when their crowded, incomprehensible cities and towns have turned into dust and the dust has been covered with tons of more dust, years and years after this, after these cold winter days, once again, out of mindlessness and just for fun of it, some humanoids are going to be born out of garbage; some humanoids made of paper scraps, left from extinct civilizations of humans.
Picture of the day
Sunday, February 21st, 2010
He was hearing his own breath from far away. He was there, like a dead body, on the soil of the desert, being fried. There was nothing, no human, [...]
Friday, September 18th, 2009
The Sun, the Earth, the Moon and seas: None is either turning cold, or falling apart, or getting aflame, or drying out. The history finds myth absurd. The universe sputters [...]
Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009
Each and every month, we have spent a night in pain, slanting on the edge of the walls, howling and scratching doors, and a day in healing our wounds, and [...]
Tuesday, April 7th, 2009
The earth was nothing but a wasteland; rocky ground, harsh sunlight and whirling winds. Somewhere on this earth of God the old man was picking his little garden with his [...]
Saturday, April 4th, 2009
My mother cooked for the giant of the palace.I made toys with the remaining bones.
Friday, October 10th, 2008
We two were a couple of souls in this huge world, just like two fishes in a fish bowl, always after each other. First time, we were brothers. We were [...]
Saturday, September 13th, 2008
In my early days, sitting by a wilderness road, once I sunk deeply into my own thoughts, when out of the blue, I saw a rider raiding to fight me: [...]
Wednesday, September 10th, 2008
Everyday, he would sit like a statue by the street, watching people. His clothes made him look like a beggar. Some gave him money. Some just stared at him and [...]
Monday, September 1st, 2008
Gelinbrand’s dry plains have been battlefield, since no one can remember.
Knights would ride long roads to Gelinbrand; worthless infantries would be perished on the way and glorious leaders, the only [...]