Kevin Quincosa
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Roots left in the cracks of a building
I sit here, lost, where I have never been lost before. Tired, where I have never tried sleeping before. And all these old feelings, in this new place, make it all feel familiar. Like I’ve been here before. Though I’ve journeyed far from where I was born.
By Kevin Quincosa 11 months ago in Poets
One Dwarve’s Chaff is another Dragon’s Treasure
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Thousands of years ago our ancestors lived in peace with the other mountain tribes in Jurdin’s Palm. They carved paths to each other, traded resources, upheld justice for each other. In storms, they worked together. In fair weather, they celebrated life. Peace was not perfect, but it was a much easier time.
By Kevin Quincosa 4 years ago in Fiction
