Erlind
Armitage
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- Mar 23, 2006
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In the center of the room a small fire burns away quietly in a shallow stone fire pit sunken into the floor. Large leather chairs and comfortable couches circle the fire so anyone can enjoy it. Behind the ring of furniture shelves line most of the walls holding mostly books and random keepsakes. Otherwise the room can be a bit plain. What I need appears when I need it here, so I don’t tend to keep much else on hand. Light music usually plays from somewhere indistinct, but otherwise it is usually quiet unless I have company. A few elegant, but simple lights mounted to the wall dimly provide illumination to what the fire does not. The walls are painted dark green and the floors are hard wood.
An old leather bound book sits on a dark wood podium against the wall. The book contains some of the major threads I've written while Lit. A couple are barely started, but I included them, because I regretted never being able to really get into them. I tried to get them in chronological order and there are many others not included, but there are far too many for everything. My writing has changed a lot since I started writing here, but I'm proud of everything here.
Pucked
A Witch and a Vampire
Red Riding
Stroke of Midnight
The Last Witch
Deadly Spire
Into the Wild West
Slow Fracture
The New Power
Deadly Truths
The Island of Manuta
Pleasures Poison
The Artist's Muse
Witchcraft
Kine
First Contact
Outside the windows there is a perpetual stormy night. It makes it hard to see, but beyond those windows are Escher like mazes of stairways and passages leading to innumerable doors. Not a nice place to be lost. There is only a door as long as there needs to be one and it leads just where those using it need to be and nowhere else.
Anyone is welcome here, but this is my own little haven. I decided it was time I made one of these threads of my own. Just a place for me to exist in the online world I suppose. It’s about as social as I tend to be. Don’t worry though, I only bite when I think the person needs it.
Wherever you find the door to this place you find a wooden sign hanging from it that says:
Welcome to the Inner Mind. Mostly open two out of every six days at night.
An old leather bound book sits on a dark wood podium against the wall. The book contains some of the major threads I've written while Lit. A couple are barely started, but I included them, because I regretted never being able to really get into them. I tried to get them in chronological order and there are many others not included, but there are far too many for everything. My writing has changed a lot since I started writing here, but I'm proud of everything here.
Pucked
A Witch and a Vampire
Red Riding
Stroke of Midnight
The Last Witch
Deadly Spire
Into the Wild West
Slow Fracture
The New Power
Deadly Truths
The Island of Manuta
Pleasures Poison
The Artist's Muse
Witchcraft
Kine
First Contact
Outside the windows there is a perpetual stormy night. It makes it hard to see, but beyond those windows are Escher like mazes of stairways and passages leading to innumerable doors. Not a nice place to be lost. There is only a door as long as there needs to be one and it leads just where those using it need to be and nowhere else.
Anyone is welcome here, but this is my own little haven. I decided it was time I made one of these threads of my own. Just a place for me to exist in the online world I suppose. It’s about as social as I tend to be. Don’t worry though, I only bite when I think the person needs it.
Wherever you find the door to this place you find a wooden sign hanging from it that says:
Welcome to the Inner Mind. Mostly open two out of every six days at night.
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