Deasun T. Smyth
Bio
Eighteen years ago… I was born into the wind-swept lands of the prairies – where I regularly fly on dragons and battle goblin kings.
I'm a First Nation's wannabe writer, trying to survive college...
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I see a Mountain
I see a mountain Jutting up, purple and grey Now I see a bee. Dear Reader: I hope you like my haiku, It's my first time trying this Japanese writing form; and I love it! This art really speaks to me, and 2 days ago I didn't even knew it existed.
By Deasun T. Smyth3 years ago in Poets
The Wolf and his Dragon (1)
Alanar stared helplessly at the blanc parchment has he dabbed his quill in the inkwell. Why was putting stuff into writing so hard? He thought, looking through his high window onto the city below. The candle next to him flickered in the wee hours of night, casting a golden glow on his pale green eyes. Those eyes stared deeply with yearning for fame. Fulfilling his lifelong dream of being a great writer was a long, and vigorous test.
By Deasun T. Smyth3 years ago in Fiction
