The chair was uncomfortable – an old oak seat from the Tokukan dynasty, probably worth hundreds of silver coins. Her arse hurt, but it was fine, because she was going to have an audience with the Grand

Obviously it was hidden somewhere in the letters wrapped in all this nonsense. It was a puzzle, a riddle. The text itself concerned young girls and horses, a psychological study of why pre-teen girls are

In a small town nestled between rolling hills, there was a little bakery. Every morning the baker, who was a very tall man, put his head in the oven before lighting it up while shouting swear words,

She packed food and a knife. She never made sandwiches beforehand, but preferred to make them right before they ate. They had dark bread, sausage and cheese and a couple of beers in green bottles. That

The drums played a short pattern – tam, tam, tom, tam, tung. A small instrument gave a ticking sound making sure the percussionists would keep time. The flutes joined in – four notes repeated on top of

Amidst the loot, an ornamental fountain slept. It had not been awake for a thousand years, but now as it was stacked beside the furniture, the golden candelabras, the paintings and the silver cutlery that

Five drawings. Today I made some drawings. I call them meditations, because that is what I called the first series. Just whatever shows up on my digital app. Like a freewrite.

Like a storm into the sewer he went Flying into the dark hole Down, down he ran like a wind A tempest in the tubes A dark voyage of sewage and spilled happiness He slowed down and followed the flow Got

He wanted to write something cherry. Something about a red berry on top. Some of those cherry berries that you find in a can and put on top of whipped cream from a canister. Canberries on top of canister

"I know exactly how you feed," she said, her long, red hair hiding her face. "Oh, really? You have been observing me eat?" "I know exactly how you charge your fee," she said,

The electric toothbrush he had bought had many features that was unique. Nanzi corp. had really crushed it this time, the competition was way behind. It had been expensive, but it sported a flash light

The street was blocked by a large brocade. The fabric was tall as a building and reached all the way over the street. It was white, strong and ornamented with red flowers and yellow birds, so strong indeed

The satin dress was like a mild breeze on her skin. The music, played by suave locals with a bluish white complexion, flowed like water. She felt buried in moist soil that was vibrating with the motion

The garden was small, but he loved it. On a spring morning he would go into it and look down at the ocean below, visible through the foggy glass panes. He would take a deep breath, close his eyes and let

I have had my Tama drum kit for about a year now and have done some videos of it, but recording with a phone is not great. Ideally you should have lots of microphones to record each instrument and cymbal

A brown-black puddle had formed beneath the large stone. The stone watcher looked on in terrified awe. It was the souls of people long dead, people who had once wandered this cold tundra, and who now slowly

Time renders memory and reality fluid.

It was all in order. Now she could get on with it. She had been putting her memories into little, green cardboard boxes and now they stood on the shelf each marked with a piece of paper glued to the front

Sorrow was her middle name. When she entered the old, stinky place where she worked, through the old granite shaft with its worn stair step, she could see the reason why it should be there in front of

This motive is taken from the small text I wrote yesterday. @ervin-lemark wanted to see the strange figurine drawn -- so here it is. Took quite a lot of work :) You can read the story here: Figurine Link