Originally posted on The Dark Forest: Literature, Philosophy, and Digital Arts:
As a youngster I’d read those tales at night, One Thousand and One Nights long,when Scheherazade sang to the Caliph,Shahryar; she’d perused the books, annals and legends of preceding Kings, and the stories, of bygone men and things; indeed it was said that she…

Originally posted on The Dark Forest: Literature, Philosophy, and Digital Arts:
At times we all enter those dark forests of the mind,wander in search of cabins and unicorns,hope to find that danger we call love lurking somewhere in those other worldly mistswe’ve all heard about; it’s a part of being human, a longing beyond this emptiness we share…

Originally posted on The Dark Forest: Literature, Philosophy, and Digital Arts:
Sometimes I wish I could do it,fumigate all those old spirits in my mind, take some sage and light it up, walk through every memory as if one daythey might just fly awayand leave me in peace;disperse them in the wild landsnever to be heard from…

Originally posted on therevdrjs:
I was brought up listening to stories. As a young child both my parents read stories to me every night until I learned to read for myself and was then able to hungrily devour book after book! My father, in particular, told me numerous stories. Stories from his own childhood in…