Tomac the Hunter or Her Fire, Her Light
An english translation of a traditional kalem ballad, telling the story of the legendary hunter tomac who would become the first ever flame priest. i wrote this as part of a trade for my dear friend benedict and his exotic alt sona brekna.
I wither besides the lush flower bed
A poetic form that i wanted to share with those people here :3, it's of the european poetic form: ballade.
Love At First Site
[https://www.sofurry.com/view/654068](https://www.sofurry.com/view/654068) and for an action story check out ballad of the outsiders. in the crime filled world of las vegas, they are the only thing between them and us.
The bloke in the engine room
I had this idea, though, that in the future poetic ballads will come back. robert heinlein had that idea, too, come to think of it.
The Ballad Of Drunken Santa
The ballad of drunken santa (12/25/2018) late at night one christmas eve, i brush the dust off of my sleeve, button up the navy blues, a uniform worn by the few, holster gun and grab my keys, step into the frigid breeze, driving in
White Woves
He certainly wouldn't give them a good name in the next ballad he wrote! and were they really serious? spending the whole night like that? he was already getting cramps in his legs, and his back was starting to ache.
Forward unto Dawn
Our earth the catalyst, he was, always, took tools in living life, and put them into a ballad of play.
This Little Piggy went Reading
#3 of the ballad of finchwood farm this is the third of four chapters in a sexy halloween epic based loosely of the big bad wolf and the three little pigs.
The blacksmith's temptation
The blacksmith's temptation. Disclaimer: This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts between males, alongside other kinks which may not be of your liking. If this isn't your cup of tea, I suggest you go look for another tea store or read...
Catacombs of Kabal: Chapter 6
To their last days they sung the ballad of the slave turned hero hopping in their secret hearts that it was true. days passed and when qab didn't show himself raine began to worry.
"The Thin Line," Part T
There's a balladeer who described the weather as the kind of thing where clammy breezes whistle through mountain passes, curl your fur and make your nerves jump and your skin itch.
"The Thin Line," Part S
And i'm not talking about the mass battle-ant charges, or the bloody feuds, or all the other stuff you hear in the ballads. i'm talking about some of those other ballads, the ones that talk about the stuff the fair folk can see or hear."