Old Man Centipede

Old Man Centipede was a quiet sort, given to reverie within the multi-chambered dampness of The Hollow Mount, a path up from which afforded him clear observation of the hatchlings, hunting spiders in The Wasteland beyond the great burrow of the old log which had served as his home for six years. He'd heard rumblings… Continue reading Old Man Centipede

The First Visitation | ᚲᚺᚨᚨᚱᛁᛉᚨᛚ

IN MY DREAM | I stood upon a great stair in a endless hall, below which was a voiceless chasm, above which were the voices of a multitude. Tongues in discord liken to the rattling of leaves under a gale. All was lightless, save for a single beam upon the landing & when I stood… Continue reading The First Visitation | ᚲᚺᚨᚨᚱᛁᛉᚨᛚ