Daily Writings 9

Scene 1 There's a little known myth that's been passed down for hundreds of years in the state of Indiana. A myth about a little old man who can only be seen sitting on the stump of old maple trees. Some have weird names for him like Jack, or even John apparently, but I've only ever heard him be called Old Man Maypole. Most who've heard of Old Man Maypole say he's been here since the beginning. Now, this sounds silly, unless you've managed to catch a glimpse of him sitting on tlan old maple stump. He looks to be about a meter tall, and he's always pensively hunched forward, like Michaelangelo's David. Instead of smooth white marble though, Old Man Maypole has dark green and brown skin with valleys carving their way vertically up his body, just like tree bark. Now, Old Man Maypole usually just sits and thinks on these old maple stumps, but never wander too close. Legend goes that, to avenge the maple tree he's sitting on, he will grab those that wande

A New Place

Hello everyone, I've recently moved into a new place, so updates will probably be either later in the day, or a bit inconsistent. I should be back on schedule by next week though (Here's hoping!), So please bear with my odd schedule for a bit. Thanks,  Josh

Daily Writings 8

Scene 1 Cooking breakfast is one of those daily rituals that just make me feel more human. That's why, when I woke up today, I decided to cook my favorite kind. So, with the mintiness of my toothpaste still fresh on my breath, I browsed the cabinets in my small kitchen. "Some flour here and some sugar there," I half-sang to myself. When I grabbed the last ingredient though, I couldn't quite shake the feeling that I'd forgotten something. Tapping the tip of my nose, I slowly spun around, hoping it would come to me. Finally, I stopped. Spinning like I was in a music box had done the trick, because music was just what I had been missing! After deciding on an obscure track from a retro video game I liked as a kid, I finally got to cooking. Starting with my dry ingredients, I slowly incorporated everything together in a bowl that was definitely a little too small. "Perfect!" I said, ignoring the mix that managed to escape. Forgoing anything that could properl

Daily Writings 7

Scene 1 In glassy caverns, deep beneath the dunes of an inhospitable desert, lives an ancient blue dragon named Fragor. There's almost nothing that can match his might, and he's proud of it. Every time he stretches his gargantuan body for a trip to the surface, he takes a moment to admire the arcs of electricity bouncing between his scales. When he finally takes flight, unfurling his massive wings, even the sky can't help but obey his power, as storms and lightning follow him everywhere he goes. Weak is not even a word in this creature's vocabulary. If something isn't strong, then it simply isn't worth his time. Despite Fragor's seemingly indomitable appearance though, there is one thing that never fails to humble the proud dragon. Every time he leaves his crystalline caverns, Fragor makes a detour to a small beach to the East. While at the beach, he appears as a young and handsome human with blue hair. Wearing ancient, formal clothes, Fragor wades into the

Daily Writings 6

Hello! Sorry for being late, but I hope you enjoy! Scene 1 In the fish markets of a small coastal town walks a young, handsome man. He draws attention everywhere he goes and he knows it, though he might not know that it’s often due to his bright indigo hair and clothes more than anything else. Regardless, this fellow always comes to this market at the exact same time, on the exact same day, once every month. The reason why? Well, of course, it’s because he’s fallen in love. In the same fish markets that the handsome young man walks through is an equally attractive young woman. Her silver hair and clothes give her a timeless appearance, as if she were in some way related to elves. Not only does she share a strange appearance with the young man though, but she also only comes to this market at the exact same time, on the exact same day, once every month. The reason? Well, of course, it’s because she’s fallen in love. As it has happened every month before this one, the oddly beautiful pai

Daily Writings 5

Scene 1 (Continued from DW4) Gadri didn’t wake up for three whole days after fainting in the tavern, but that didn’t stop what he said from spreading all across the land. Word of mouth can travel pretty fast with the help of magic, and adventurers had started gathering outside his door before he’d even woken up. “Do you think he actually went to the island?” One would occasionally ask. “O’ course he’s been to da island. Gadri ain’t told a lie in his life!” The big man blocking Gadri’s door would answer, squinting his eyes at whoever dared to question his friend. That would usually quiet down the crowd for a while, but adventurers were better known for their bravery than intelligence, so the exact same conversation would happen again and again. The cycle only came to an end when a tired looking man dressed in a priest’s garb opened the door and glared at everyone, bodyguard included. “Boulder, I told you to stop anyone from coming in, not make enough noise to wake the dead!” The cleric

Daily Writings 4

Scene 1 Gadri Freyr was a simple gnome whose only desire was to make new mystical wonders. That's why he worked as a merchant, selling the potions and magical items he'd make to people all around the world. One day though, Gadri's ship didn't show up at the port like it was supposed to. Everyone thought that he and his crew must have had an accident at sea. It wasn't too uncommon for storms and creatures, like krakens, to sink ships after all. When a soaked gnome stumbled into one of the port's taverns though, everyone was shocked to see the drenched face of one Gadri Freyr. Gadri took three steps inside and shouted, "I've been to the island!" Then he grabbed a nearby patron, continuing, "You can't even imagine what it's like. Nothing but beasts roam the lands." Letting go, he moved on to another, "Plants you've never seen, effects you can't even imagine-" On to the next, "I have to go back!" Then, with