A Tale from the Waterwood

Previously posted to my DeviantArt page, along with an illustration.*           *           *The Indarin say that when the Wizard of the Waterwood wished to select his heir, he summoned his three disciples, that he might set them a task which would judge between them. On his …

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Writing Exercise

I do this kind of thing from time to time, just to keep limber.  Wrote this awhile ago, typed it up last week.A Forest DescribedThe forests were dark green, elegantly replete with tall firs so that the young leaves of oak, rowan, beech, maple and poplar could not cheer their sobriety, but instead only sombered …

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Meditation on Roads

When I was a boy...long agoMen working by command of the magistrate from a city so far away its grandeur was legendary came and built part of the King's Highway, so that it ran past our village, not three miles distant.I rememberIt was our favorite subject for all the months the work of smoothing earth …

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The Moral of the Metalmancer

One chilly Autumn's day, the Metalmancer was busily at work crafting things in his dark laboratory deep underground, when the noise of a great weeping and lament from someplace not very far away, yet not very near, began to disturb him at his work. It was the fairies who lived in the woods that grew …

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Blank Pages

Blank pages are twin-edged: brimming with unfocused potential, yet so serene in their purposeless virginity as to numb and daunt any immediate creativity that confronts them.They grin at writers like clever idiots, at once taunting us with the knowledge that we might make them anything and overwhelming us with half-imagined examples of what “anything” might …

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