1. Walter Thornley

    Private A Vulpine Refrain

    The sun was setting. It yellowed the outlines of the roofs, the cranes at the docks, sent narrow strips of brightness between the crates and the mice slinking in the dark at the warehouse. The hazy ripple shivered on the water in runaway blinding splotches. Walter looked down onto the bustling...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private Tindercreek and Tillvale

    The afternoon shivered in collective dreary. Drizzle fell from the sky. A thick fog crept into the folds of the clothes, weighed them down with a chill. Today of all days in particular, the smell of old fires was wafting over from the end street east of the gate. Almost a month has passed since...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    It started with some commonfolk who went out to the swamps. Days before anyone noticed the dark patches. Days more until some of the Shieldbearers and a few Bremen men noticed the green-brown marks on their own skin, specks of mud at first then bruises, then spaces that felt too soft to the...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Open Future in the Fog

    1st of Griham, 351 E.O.D, Altalusia Marshlands. The padded drumming of the horse hooves rushed across the slick, sodden soil of the marshlands, sending frigid spatter up in quick spurts of gray and gold-flecked glitter. The sun struggled through the weighty clouds, its pallor shining in beams...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Open Hart, Boar and Fox Fur

    The cold was coming from the western mountains, dragging its misty fingers closer to the coasts each morning past. And with the changing of the seasons, trees dressed in gold and copper filigree among the peridot late summer greenery. The skies seemed a special sort of blue in the fresh quiet. A...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    “Walter?” She took some care not to startle him, voice soft, approach measured by distinct clicks of her heels, the noise with which her gem-blue skirt swayed against the floor. His nose was warm. The space behind his eyelids was lit up in an amber-red. He must have slept late, Walter deduced...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Briars and Silver Foxes

    ❝It was after a decade's absence that master Thornley has returned to his domain; no later than the following morn, the winter chill has taken his ailing father. Ruin has come to this once prominent family. And yet, I shall remain steadfast, as I always have been.❞ - Garrick, the Thornley Estate...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Dare Blur

    "You don't command me! I'm your older brother!" Richard was drunk. The beautiful engraved crystal wine goblet toppled by a precarious sway of his hand, rolled off the edge of the table, the frightened workgirl, one hand still clutching clothes to her chest, capturing it mid-fall and pulling away...
  9. Walter Thornley

    The Unburnt Journal

    ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰: 349; Him • • • I Unsent Letter • • • II Glossary; On The First Things • • • III 350; Summer • • • IV
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