My brilliant strategy was quickly formed, To distract and deceive would be my goal, I picked up a rock that lay nearby, And with a swift pitch let it fly.
The Starlight Wolves looked away, Their natural born instincts leading them astray. And then I chose a gap in their number, And ran through it.
They didn’t have much time to react, But react they did, bitting at my heel as I flew by, Forcing me to greet the Earth with my face.
I write Poetry and fiction as a hobby, I've written a full book but never managed to get it published.
I am also working on a Table Top RPG called Cryptix. And have really fallen in love with this project. As such a lot of my fiction right now is connected to the lore of this strange world of monsters.
My poems tend to be thoughtful and philosophical with a touch of spirituality.
My fiction is mostly sci-fi and fantasy but usually with twists and interesting ideas thrown in there. I have been told I don't have a solid grasp of genre, which is fair since the whole concept doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me anyways, I write what I want, and nothing else.
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