"Hmph.
What were you expecting?
Some snowy grin man sitting down to morosely ramble about his love life?
Ha.
Did I fool you or what?
Oh? Surprised to see me addressing you instead of your furry avatar?
Don't think I don't know all about computers.
I use to own one in fact. No cocky encounters with football sized does nor misshapen poetry to be found here. No little lost fawns babbling about how much fun he hand in the forest.
I too have a story to tell...
That is if my reluctant audience is not bitter about my trickery.
Have a seat and maybe I'll tell you of the White Man, of the Knife thrower, or even the Ringmaster."
Rhys laid down in the grass and stared intently towards the sky.
He knew they were out there.
Watching.
Controlling.
Would they hear the story of a lonely muse, or concern themselves with the games of the forest? The forest...no. He could share no stories of such a place.
The world he came from was far more..familiar to them.
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mundus vult decipi means "The world wants to be deceived."
A short introduction piece since it's too late for me to stay awake and properly write.
Rhys will be imparting a series of 'alternate reality' short stories.
I am not sure how many will be posted to the site.
Pretty much depends on whether there is interest or not.