Nychele Kemper
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Dirt
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Generations ago, before the sun split in two, the valley was inhabited by The Great Grumblehook. A nasty creature who had been killed in battle by Liggy the Dangler. So called because she had a habit of dangling kings from the tops of their parapets. A habit the monks of the time were set against on principle. The divine right of kings and all that propriety. But they wisely kept their mouths shut lest they too be dangled in an unseemly fashion from the tops of their suspiciously ornate parapets.
By Nychele Kemper4 years ago in Fiction
Broken Cobblestones
I spotted him across the tavern from where I sat on another man’s lap. He was unshaven and inebriated; my arm draped around his neck as he continued to empty his tankard. His name was something like William or Walter, anyway he was a regular. The man at the bar was still wearing his overcoat and sat hunched over his drink. The light of the gas lamps flickered in his grey eyes as they carefully scanned the room.
By Nychele Kemper4 years ago in Fiction
The Inherent Danger of Finding a Thesis Project
If you hear a soft, high-pitched singing in the park at 6 am, you shouldn’t go towards it. And if you do go towards it, you definitely shouldn’t get within arm’s length of a bag with a disembodied singing voice. And if you do get that close, you should never ever touch it.
By Nychele Kemper5 years ago in Futurism
