Travel Log of a Raven

Day 18 - Blastard COLD!!!

Day 18 - Blastard Cold - Travel Log of a Raven on Kingdomsandcurses.com

First night on Tarralees Pass. Always forget-- BLASTARD COLD! Snow. Like winter. BUY HAT from Tarraleesooovo. Bring walking stick. Nooks carved into mountain on path. Prickly nook moss magenta and warm. Night rock heat no. Now blasting sand wind. Pages flutter. Mind clear here. Cold clear.

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Day 22 - The Spectacle

Day 22 The Spectacle

The earth opened up and swallowed me. I am the cracks and fissures. I am the doom that lurks in the deep black. I am seamless with all that crept before me and all that lunges on ahead of our time. The sky has rained into my ears and spun me to the earth. The moss twitches its secrets; their vision speaks a language older than words and caresses my fingertips with the lips of ghosts that wheeze like the last gasps of the old.

It’s been two nights since the Spectacle. Fractured words finally flow into streams once more. My quill catches up to my mind.

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Day 27 - My Eyes are Different

Day 27 My Eyes are Different

I awoke. Vomit clung like icicles from my chin; it was some insulation from the cold. I wore only my chest wrap. My pants abandoned me long ago. My hand clutched a piece of cloth I did not recognize. On it I had scribbled illegible words, just sounds really, and a crude drawing of my foot on a goat with spikes on the big toenail. I laid two cart lengths from the trail, beneath a steep rock face. I must have been kicked by a goat to get there. My mouth felt as dry as a creek bank in late summer. I ate the snow off the side of the mountain. My stomach gurgled weakly in its emptiness, as if I hadn’t eaten for days.  My insides felt hallowed and torn out of me as they did the morning I awoke with my mother’s lifeless arms wrapped around my body.

I managed to climb up to the trail. It took me half the day. Somebody stacked my things neatly in a pile, everything but my breaches, of course. I counted my scrolls several times; I kept forgetting which number I was on.

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I am not wise, but shifted.

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