Doctor Oger

That is interesting. I don't know anything about Polynesia. And thank you, AC.

Two Lizards In The Sun (14/03/18) I am not quite done baking And likely I will never be done. But at some point during waking this cake will sit out in the sun. It will sit there, ripe for the taking, You will smell it, feel its crust – but until then I will settle for faking, and I know you will see why I must. It will not be a tragic unmaking, it will not cause a parting in shame. You'll be hurt and your trust will be shaking,

"Blue like sky and sea" and "I will come after you". I learned a bit of Norwegian a few years ago. So these names were a bit too on the nose to not be funny. Addon: Yes, I read the other chapters, too.

In combination with Aditus' story this was a really entertaining read. Imp's and Angel's names are maybe a little more hilarious to me than they should be, if I knew not to spend half the night reading instead of sleeping. So I blame you and Aditus for keeping me up on a work night. Thank you.

Thank you. I'm glad you like it so far.

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The duke's carriage rumbled along on the dry dirt road, flanked on both sides and bracketed both in front and back by mounted guards decked out in the duchy's colours, green and black. All six of them wore their chainmail under the livery, gleaming steel band gloves and half helmets, and their weapons on proud display on their backs and saddles. When he looked out of the window on his right, Till could see a short spear, a sheath of sturdy bolts and a crossbow he was certain he would not be able

At first I was sitting in a car with an older man, his wife and another cook, who was probably younger than I. The man drove, his wife was in the passenger seat, behind her sat the other cook and I was sitting to his left, behind the driver. He was taking us all to work this early, early morning – it was still practically night – for a double shift. We were all going to work for twelve hours at least. The older man talked to us in the back about work, about what to expect of the day, while the o

Earth Expedition I think it began with a crime scene and an eggplant. The crime scene happened to be the kitchen of Bochum's Renaissance Hotel. I don't know what happened there, but the investigation was being taken care of by someone else who was present, I think. I had to cut up an eggplant and some other vegetable, pin them on top of each other and bake them in a little mounted oven above the workspace. I recall sifting through the metal trays below the station to find one that wa

In a world full of zombies In a world full of zombies I found you again in an auditorium packed with survivors. The journey there was hard and I actually did not want to enter it, but I was tired. The people around us stared fondly at us, emotionfilled, when I had to crush and kiss you, on our knees and in tears. Next to ours were an empty hall, one with undead, and another one with survivors who were already interspersed with ghouls. This door we closed again quietly. I wa

Sunny Australia So we were in the wild of sorts, a kind of forest, but rather open, more like a tundra with inexplicable trees here and there. The sky darkened somewhat and the horrified faces of the people with me made me think something like 'Oh shit, superstition. They're going to believe it's gone forever and start sacrificing people or something.' But it wasn't all that rash. When the clouds went, the sun came back, but it was milky and pale, somehow, as was the light-blue

I had such an adventurous dream. Dreams. Plural. Serial Killer There was a perverted serial killer/rapist guy we needed to both find and evade. He was very good at trapping people in rooms, you see, and using their habits against them after observing them through hidden cameras, so that was something we had to avoid. There was old footage of a girl he... abducted? Murdered? Attacked? In the 90s or early 2000s. A young American actress who studied in Münster. It was a strange vi

It seems as though the author hasn't continued. ... in ten years. ... Dammit, I'm old. Thank you for uncovering this, Myr!

Hello! Years and years ago a friend had given me copypasted chapters of a story titled "The Gift of Ys". It was incomplete then and I wanted to see if the author had added to it or even finished it. The author's name was Jae Monroe, and I don't know what domain/website it was from. It's a sort of political gay romance set in a medieval/ancient fantasy world (though without magic or mythical races/creatures), in which men are sorted in "little brothers" (Darani) and "big brothers" (Dajani) according to their physical stature, and that determines their social role and status. The main character Isidore is married off to the ruler of a larger and more powerful country for political reasons and has to try and settle into his new life at a court where he has no say in anything. I have 14 chapters of it (almost 300 pages in the format my friend used - about 134200 words). If anyone here has heard of it or could give me a hint where to look, I would be very grateful.

Thank you so much again, Lisa! It's not quite like that. It's entirely self-deprecating: "I have found new fault in me, just more for me to mention" But I really like the alternative perspectives you always add. They force me to proofread everything from a different angle that I wouldn't have thought of on my own. And I'm bashfully honoured that you read this several times. =}

Jealousy, the fault Sensible. So sensible are we, so grown up, adult. Correction: It is you, not me, who knows when and what, and how to section attention. Whereas I have found new fault in me, just more for me to mention when listing my interior, my furniture of mind. Like you, I want to be kind. But I am inferior. I have known this all my life. I've been an insufferable git. And somehow you manage it to ad

So I was in a grassy plot right beside a big, old, dark red brick house that was probably a school or some other public building. This grass patch had a few tall, old trees in it and a bunch of teenagers in school uniforms where milling about and starting to organise a schoolyard game of sorts. Sue Silvester (the cheerleading coach from the Glee show) in her tracksuit and I were the responsible adults there to watch them, I suppose. I noticed one girl getting left out and picked on and butted i

Thank you so very much yet again! You keep inflating my ego with your comments. As long as you can draw something out of it, whatever it is, as long as it means something to you then you "understand" it in some way, and if you enjoy it then I've done well. And I'm glad you do. Thank you.

Oh, thank you so much. What praise. It's an honour to me that you, someone who really knows words, appreciate my words in some way, even if you don't think you can figure them out completely. This poem is pretty personal(ised), but I'm glad not only the person I wrote it for gets something out of it. Thank you very much for your feedback! I didn't know there was a station called "Shepherd's Bush". It has nothing to do with that, no. Shepherd is the name of the poem's addressee. So it's one of the love poems that AC claims are so rare, haha. Thank you so much, your review is very nutritious to me.

The Shepherd Bush It's joyful walking in the woods where leaves and sticks crack merrily under my boots, where caterpillars twirl on threads of silk and on protruding roots trails of ants march in curving queues and the foliage, with time of day, changes hues. Not mindful where I put my shoes, I skip and drag my heavy treads through nature's ancient flowerbeds until I reach a smooth and shiny bush, leaf-covered and viny, that I've seen so often before. I've been aware of the fr

I was on my way home from somewhere near/in the inner city on an early evening. I had no ticket for the tram, nor money for one, but that's hardly a problem for someone with two healthy feet and a unicycle. To be faster, I thought, why not try the cycle out? I'd never ridden one, and I had no idea why I had it with me (or owned it in the first place), but there it was, and there I was with several kilometres to go, so I simply sat on it and it suddenly happened to have handles and a hindwheel. W

"Would have been"? Thank you, Parker.

Oma My Oma was telling me something and I listened with a specific but undirected sense of seriousness. She was right, of course, but I knew something impossibly important, but she knew it, too, and she was right in everything she told me as she set the round white radishes into the flowerbed one by one. They had long, entangled, bushy plantwork on top of them. The red brick steps she sort of stood-squatted on and that I sat on were trembling. All the stone- and brickwork here outside of the

Thanks! And no, you can't!

Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.