Author: sponger

A cacophony of sound clouded my senses as I awoke strapped to a thin bed in the back of a van. The beeps of equipment and the sirens above echoed as I lay, barely alive. Medical supplies strapped to the metal walls of the vehicle...

This is a piece from my new novel (currently being written) called Rise of the towers. The piece is a tribal memory, a story passed down trough the generations by word of mouth. It is called Agorthmaal (the memory of Agorth)   “In a time before men walked on...

I am currently working on Rise of the Towers. I found that I had taken on too many projects and they all suffered for that. So I have chosen one of these to be my next work. The working title for the series is 'The Mountains and...

I hadn't seen the door before,It wasn't there last night.Swinging wide its golden mawAnd showing me the light.A voice was calling from beyondIn sweet and silky tones,To leave behind this Earthly bond,No need for flesh and bones. ...

Purple butterflies flitter across blood red fields. A dog, big and blue guards the queen. Fish glide through the air past clouds of golden yellow, A pink cat slithers across pink tiles hoping the dog won't see. Birds wearing their camouflage coats dart through a bubbling river. The king laughs, his emerald green feathers jiggling. This is...