Nadec ch 22: Rum and rainbows

Previously: Nadec walks away from Kitty and Blackie, under the guise of wanting to see if she recognised there environment, so she could pinpoint their location. She secretly wants to finds something else too. Her wanderings take her in to a peculiar tree grove. She recognises it as the mythical gorwak grove, in which sheContinueContinue reading “Nadec ch 22: Rum and rainbows”

Nadec ch 20: Voices

Previously: Blackie came back from waking the zlurp, landing on top of the ancient statue-piece. She ignored the humans and began eating the grass instead. This incited a deeper talk between Nadec and Wyny, in which Nadec talks about when she and Kitty found each other. Before Nadec can talk about being a red knight, Blackie fliesContinueContinue reading “Nadec ch 20: Voices”

The Last Kiss

Vampires are supposed to be immortal, awe-inspiring, grand and terrifying. That’s what the stories say. I can tell you with confidence, the stories lie. These past few days have been, without exaggeration, the worst of my life. I died. Then lived again. I’ve been trying to find my way back home. The sweet smell ofContinueContinue reading “The Last Kiss”

Nadec, the podcast, is here!

It is done! After weeks of preparation and scratching my head, I still don’t know what I’m doing. Yet I managed to make a finished first episode of the podcast. I’d planned on releasing it later in the evening (because for me it’s now Saturday evening), but I couldn’t wait any longer. Here’s a littleContinueContinue reading “Nadec, the podcast, is here!”

Nadec ch 16: Descending

Previously on Nadec: After talking to the zlurp, Nadec finds herself in an urgency to leave the cave. Wyny decides to go with her to help, so they, and Kitty, exit the cave Blackie’s back. *********************** Looking down from an airplane is beautiful enough, but that high up, it doesn’t really show much. Only whenContinueContinue reading “Nadec ch 16: Descending”

The happiness of food

You emerge. The soft touch of wind on your cheeks awakes an image in your mind; your backyard from the porch while sipping a beer. Cicadas belting out their flirting songs, shaking their booty like there is no tomorrow. Then, one day, there was no tomorrow. Not for you, not for a while. Until youContinueContinue reading “The happiness of food”

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