This is a terrible, terrible flowchart because it opens with four questions instead of one. And then, whichever direction you go you end up in the same place. Which… okay, fine. That’s true. The answer to, Should you be writing right now? is always going to be, Yes.
November 24, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
19 The next morning was warmer than I expected. ‘Did you learn the lessons of my songs?’ Asked Mithril. Smiling, I remembered what he had sung. ‘Sometimes I think there weren’t any… But at other times I stop, and consider, perhaps there was wisdom in the wit of it? The terrible responsibly of it all? […]
November 22, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
18 Strictly speaking, by the end of this ritual, I was to be an Elf. And with it, all intents and the devices thereof. So, dressed as I was in supplicant’s robe —or otherwise as it’s known, my hair. I found I walked down an un-natural, aged path of rose bushes—wrong season for them— and […]
November 20, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
14 ‘He has been practicing with un-tamed fervour, this ballad of un-known lover! I say, such romance. Let us listen…’ Mithril himself falling quiet. The Chattering Hall–at night silent, open to the stars; though on a hot summer or spring day like that, roofed with gentle feathers and the talk of birds. —This was to […]
November 17, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
So in passing days, I lent to study musical, where Mithril looked on and said only of my perusal of romance and ballad that my heart that beat, must quicken at a glance. Yet he found my malice, and shut himself quiet at a look. But we still had our relations, and while they were […]
November 16, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
11 ‘Oh! Dalsarion, are you so sure? We know of one another’s voice, true, but to love? How can you proclaim it?’ ‘I maybe young,’ I said, ‘even by my manly terms, but I know when my heart speaks by me. And now it tells me, you!’ ‘You find me fair and easy of face, […]
November 14, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
9 Soon, he told me, I must be given to the Court. —A tradition, and only as worthy as that, he told me. For, at most auspicious times it was mannered, for one to put forth their lives in service to a crown. He laughed, no, it was not only they who had ever believed […]
November 14, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
Into this gentle fray, a well known Mithril strode. And at his side, an unknown boy, cast of an un-Elven joy. So a gauntlet had began, where Mithril’s wit and mine were to be questioned most closely. He has his friends ~it is true. Though they were not begging for my introduction. ‘A new boy, […]
November 12, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
7 A town we pass through, where my mind has wandered with my eyes, I point out a circle of charred stones. And Mithril, ‘Aye,’ ruins of the old-city guild, he says. Standing there in place where once their proud city- father’s hall had stood. In the very olden days, cities came together, it seemed […]
November 9, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
‘You enjoy telling that one I can tell.’ I claimed. ‘Well of course I do, you should only tell those stories you’d like to hear and how you’d like to hear them! Let me hear no accusations of self-indulgence, if I cackle heartily with my telling, it is my time, and worthy spent. I can […]
November 7, 2012 by Kandace Mavrick
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