I escaped the simulation into the simulation, and simulated extreme grief. “Oh, horror!” I cried,… Read the postResimulated
The poet’s slave at last cried out: “Enough! Sufficient! Cease! Jot no more jets of… Read the postThe Poet’s Slave
“You’ve come to fetch the maiden, then!” The Goblin king did sneer, sir “I wouldn’t,… Read the postThe Prince’s Goblin Rescue
(This is standalone, but if you want, it definitely follows the events of “The Twice-Cursed… Read the postApprentice’s Doomination
I. Once there was a blithering fool (A pawn, a cat’s-paw, a Wizard’s tool) Who… Read the postThe Twice-Cursed Apprentice
There was a crooked poem, More crooked than you’d think, which inspired those who read… Read the postA Crookedology
These are, as John Lennon said, “strange days, indeed!” So I thought I’d take a… Read the postBacon Sonnet
This is the heart that brokered the deal With the horde of those who could… Read the postThe Acrid Acid of Memory
“Ah, me, ah, me,” the corpse did cry; “My soul does wish for crossing! For… Read the postUnrolled Bones