Sunday, December 23, 2012

Monday, December 3, 2012

Mists of Dawn


It was about 7 in the morning when the swordsman stopped off after practice in a field to take in the chill refreshing air and watch the sunrise for a few moments. The fields were shrouded in mist, the sky painted with beautiful colors. Somehow he knew that the Sun had once again fallen in love with a pretty Princess somewhere nearby.

"Perhaps he noticed Moon Princess this morning," he thought as he climbed back up on his horse. "It wouldn't surprise me. Wouldn't surprise me at all."

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Birds of a Feather


Once upon a time there were two friends who were pretty strange birds indeed. One was a Rooster by the name of Dr. Chickenhiemer who happened to be an expert in Trans-Dimensional Chronology. The other was a turkey who went by the name of "The Turkenator", and happened to be dumb as a bag of rocks. They enjoyed many an adventure together, and brought justice to the land for animal kind. Some day I may get around to recording a few of their stories.