A taster of my created conlanguages: a technical tit-bit for those with linguistic curiosity.
Could I trust this man when our entire professional relationship was based on a series of manipulative game plays? Should I give this unsteady switch of a man, this crusher of small skulls and abductor of innocent women, this man sniffing my neck, the benefit of the doubt? Or is He dangerous, is He fire? ...I threw the dice.
I’m taking you back a few weeks, to a quiet time in Andrew’s office; even the birds were dozing on the windowsill. I was squabbling somnolence, and Andrew lit His thoughts in black ink. He took a preference for the distinctiveness of handwritten over computer cloned. I found myself absorbed by His graceful ink-line ligatures… Continue reading Glances #2
Some say our future is pre-written, pre-destined. Some do not. Those who carry a dice in their pocket, those like me, surely believe strongly, one way or another. One is a person with beliefs of fate, the other may be considered irresponsible.
My excellent readers, I write to say farewell! 🙂