This.

Read the Fine Print (if you can)

An obscure artist of some sort gains sudden attention and fame from creating a series of new art pieces entirely different from before, with each piece including cryptic markings or symbols of a sort that nobody can decipher and the artist mysteriously declines to comment on.

An old school friend of the artist visits, and the artist tells this friend something that no one else has been told: the artist does not know what the symbols are, because all of the new art pieces were made while under the influence of something the artist says is "like absinthe, but not" ...and the artist afterwards can never remember anything that happened for the entire night after drinking it.

The artist agrees to let the old friend stay over and do an experiment, wherein the idea is that the friend would keep out of the way until the artist got to the point of putting the cryptic symbols on a new art piece, and then come out and ask the artist what they mean. They are hoping that the artist will be able to give an answer at that time, and then the next day, the friend can tell back to the artist what the answer was.

So they go to a very strange shop in a remote area and buy a bottle of the drink that has no name and where the shopkeeper always acts like it's the first time the artist has been there, in spite of being a very regular customer by now. That night, the friend sits someplace hidden but with a view of the entire room, and prepares to watch and wait while the artist plans to drink the drink and spend the night making art...

...and is surprised to find that when the artist takes the first drink, it's actually a potion that summons someone or something, that plans to possess the artist. However, becoming aware that there's someone else hiding in a corner of the room, things take a different turn.

(post a reply if you have any fun ideas about what might happen... or if you play with making a short story of this, please do make a mention of it so I can read it)

Guess What?

I finally finished another section of my WIP novel set in my fantasy world called Bennuma, work-in-progress titled as "The Crossing" ...check it out @bennuma-crossing (newest part labeled "3.3" as in, chapter 3, section 3)

Also, as I tend to do, I have added the same to my old blog on Blogspot/Blogger, just in case anyone might prefer reading long posts from that sort of format instead of on Tumblr (easier to locate the oldest posts instead of scrolling all the way down through them all, if you are new to the story)

Someone makes an appearance who hasn't been seen yet in this story. :)

Legends of Bennuma poll

Ok, first time I've done an actual poll here on tumblr, testing it out...

(refer to @legends-of-bennuma for reference)

i wish

to be a small kitten in the pines 🌲

Intro / Synopsis

This blog is for a story from the fantasy world of Bennuma, posted online bit by bit as I write it, which is likely to be a rather long tale instead of the short thing originally imagined. Much has been outlined, not much has yet been fully written out.

Also, I admit that what was originally planned as only an adventure story… grew a love story in it as well. So I am hoping (if I write it well enough) for this to have a bit of everything I like in it: action and adventure, some humor with the drama, some mystery and some seriousness, and yes… some romance, but not like… …let’s put it this way: I don’t intend to ever write anything that I would consider to be NSFW. Just thought I’d give fair warning though, because I know not everyone likes a love story with their adventures.

An attempt at a synopsis:

A broken man from a beleaguered camp of misfortunate refugees finds a mysterious stranger who happens to offer them exactly what they need most… and who has her own reasons for traveling far from her homeland.

In a part of the world where magic is almost unheard of (and believed in even less) they must learn what it really means to hope, trust, and stand together in the face of every kind of danger…

as the camp seeks a new home away from the war-torn lands of shifting borders and alliances, trying to find a way out before all the world that they know becomes a patchwork of battlefields and cemeteries.

I feel like a cat

when the first thing I think about when I wake up is what am I going to eat...

and the second thing I think about is when is the next time I am going to sleep.

A Random Joke

Why did the chicken cross the road?

The see if the egg had gotten there first.

found footage

Some people seem to think that the world does not yet have enough faux-found-footage fake-umentary style fiction films.

I disagree.

hello again...

Had not intended to be away on a long hiatus, and in fact completely lost track of how long I was away from tumblr. I had to completely rework my outline for the Crossing story, based on many many notes I've been making over the past couple of years, and realized I couldn't put it off and still expect to go forward with writing new sections for where I have been at in the first... chapter(?) of the book. That took... longer than expected but I didn't really feel like very many people online would notice much yet... ha. Also many other things (unrelated to writing and tumblr) required my attention... such is life; bleh.

Anyway, I shall be adding more just in case anyone wants to read along, and in the future I intend to give warning if I am going to have to be away for an extended period of time.