In the Faerie Queene, the baddies hang out and are related. It's as if all the people trying to stop you were part of the same faceboo...

This is all from the Oxford DIctionary of Nursery Rhymes; [Line breaks added by my and Umlauts and other things I can't easily repoduc...

1. MEDUSA I had come to the house, in a cave of trees, Facing a sheer sky. Everything moved,- a bell hung ready to strike, Sun and refl...

This began as my attempt to put together a project that took advantage of Christian Kesslers multi-level multi-coloured three-dimensional m...

Turns out Wordsworth was kind of a raw dude.             " In thought and wish That time, my shoulder all with springes hung, ...

Pluvial sits upon the broad and wasted plains of Ennui, highly fertile arable land fed by the flooding of Lethe. Not farmed at any time, it...

Pluvial – city of the Prince of Carcasses The life of a skeletonised beggar in Pluvial is not so bad. The arthritis from the semi-...

Loathsome, tiresome, heroic only in the smallness of his self-awareness, the Prince of Carcasses throws himself down in the muddy soil ...

There is a food chain of decay. A sun-linked chain made by plants. A red chain of animal flesh. A dark chain of dead and dying things. Th...

You can see them. The sombre'st, darkest, fugue-like deep-ocean blue. The midnight blue between midsummer stars.   The bodies...

A clanking patchwork of clay and stone. The rough form of a man formed by a hundred hands*. The statue pieces that make his body are ruin...

And one I do not wish to face again. FOUR A.M. The hour between night and day. The hour between toss and turn. The hour of thirty yea...

Terra Borges A challenge by Noisms to create a campaign world based on a random selection of animals/monsters. I used borges ' Book of...