D. B.

Trying to form better writing habits. Trying to stop myself from over-editing and actually get words onto a page. Or post. Hope you enjoy.

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D. B.

Trying to form better writing habits. Trying to stop myself from over-editing and actually get words onto a page. Or post. Hope you enjoy.

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Sojourn City

D. B.

4 min read

Sojourn City was not built to last. The people that lived there either never got the memo, or decided to ignore it. Probably treated that message the same as eviction notices. Resiliency and stubbornness can often look like the same thing.

It’s a ramshackle place of progress for the sake of progress, with budding buildings sprouting on top of and in between old ones like cells dividing and multi...

Science fiction

Mythdivers

D. B.

3 min read

I think about dying more often than the average person. It’s a common habit among people within my line of work. After all, it’s the sort of career you only pursue if you have a death wish. Even then, I still think about death more than the typical Mythdiver. That’s what we call ourselves, those of us who delve into the remnants of the gods’ forgotten library.

Calling it a library doesn’t really ...

Fantasy

The Last Gamble

D. B.

5 min read

The silence that followed was almost more damning than the statement itself. Sir Niklaus Niemend, oldest member of the king’s guard stood straight backed across from his new king. He had spoken truthfully and would not back down now. Nor would he break eye contact. A man could not afford to look weak when dealing with a predator, and if the horned behemoth across from him was anything, it was cer...

Fantasy

To You, My Love

D. B.

1 min read

Most souls are grey.

Most people float. They drift or they crawl or they claw their way through every day. The weight of this life can get so heavy. It takes its toll after a while, and the effect is visible. Not just in the downturned gazes, half-hearted salutations, or smiles that never reach where they used to when we were younger. It’s not just found in the indifference.

It’s visible on a ...

Romance

Wardens of Wood

D. B.

5 min read

Was this a blessing? A curse? A punishment perhaps? Or.. or was this a responsibility? Thinking was so very difficult while standing on watch. The fighting has finally come to an end. I stand watch and my body returns to the forest around me. An exhalation of breath, and then a stillness overtakes my body that is so absolute it is as if Time itself has lost sight of me within the woods.

That is ...

Fantasy