Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

a month ago

The #charm lay hidden at first, and then as the years ground by, forgotten, buried deep within the rafters, tending to the occupants and then the lineage, in Pendle’s stricken Witch swept past #vss365

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

a month ago

A terraced row, broken teeth, along the East West jaw of the fading City, & steel capped doors, insufficient to keep the #mischief that still stirred within dark earth rooted cellars, peeking out to plan such shenanigans as that day might still permit, entirely at bay #vss365

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

a month ago

Blue #sapphires her eyes that once matched the colour of her dresses, like the faded bandana fabric that kept her now grey hair in check. But she had grit. Would not give in. Relentless, Blade beside her, and paradise still might become enow. One day. Perhaps #vss365

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

a month ago

Divine the right that placed her family thus, or so they said, backed by the might of the royal host, & the wealth that bought what it did not need to bludgeon. But it was #happenstance that led her here where Blade waited for the hand to light then wield it #vss365

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

a month ago

Once she was alone. A solitary flicker in the great dark expanse of night. And then came Blade. She was no longer a candle in the wind, but #together a blazing beacon, and her fury burnt to ashes each dark shade that sought to sustain the dark #vss365

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

2 months ago

She would not cry. Her face was blank. She would not let them see the tear they gouged deep inside her heart. But they would pay. She had but to reach the #Blade that sang its’ song of pain and sorrow within her dreams #vss365

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

2 months ago

It began with a #promise, given freely, paid in blood, that echoed through the ages. Blade hummed content in its sheath, high on her back, whilst she moved slow but vigilant along the forest’s edge. It was here to collect. Actions have consequences #vss365

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

2 months ago

Hereditary, entitled, enriched. They’d given an Oath once, of protection and justice in return for what the serfs had left to give. But Oaths, apparently, were easily broken. The haze of burning crofts hung over fields strewn with the dead. Where was the #purpose in that #vss365

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

2 months ago

This feeling in his gut, that wrenched wellbeing, root and branch, mandrake shrieking from the fetid depths of his despair, was not #spiritual. Wracked, he dropped the phone, his daughters words, “we’re not even that close” resonating in the deafening silence of his heart #vss365

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

7 months ago

It was not that he’d removed the man she’d once loved. Or supplanted the peace she’d once known. It was none of those things. He’d forced her to leave, displaced her from the wooded calm of the valley where once she’d lived. For that he would surely pay #vss365

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

7 months ago

He was a #complex character, they said, in exoneration or excuse she could never quite fathom. But it was really very simple: he loved her, or he did not. He respected her, or he did not. Everything else was fluff #vss365

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

7 months ago

It was in his blood, this fickle quicksilver predisposition to rage. In the twilight of their time together he’d faded, like his namesake, #mercury occluded by the imminent splendour of the sun #vss365

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

7 months ago

Let the hunt commence. He’d slipped the leash once too often. That stopped here. With actions come consequences. His were coming to call. The #chase was on #vss365

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

7 months ago

Freedom is a concept not a place. Liberation will always be illusory until the open spaces in our heart are free to all. It’s a shame no-one explained this to the Troll now chained in the basement, as much by the memes & misinformation that consumed him as any iron chain #vss365

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

7 months ago

She never understood the weave this nexus wrought. But at this conflux of seasons as Autumn sank into Winter’s frozen grip, the confluence of events took hold. The Host faced the accursed City. The reckoning was nigh #vss365

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

7 months ago

The gall lay at her feet, hard to see, like the reason she was brought here, as daylight brushed aside the cobweb strands of her dream, and only the path she trod giving purpose to her visit. She stood now before the ancient #Oak, wondering at the wisdom of its summons #vss365

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

7 months ago

She eschewed the #collar. He was that sort of material man who saw the world through the prism of his possessions. The transactional fulcrum of his heart weighed every interaction on the scale of their value to him. Too bad, she made an early and irretrievable withdrawal #vss365

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Greg Richards @g_richards_auth

7 months ago

It all unravelled. Quicktime. She’d need a HUGE #needle this time. But maybe no amount of patchwork could fix these dissonant threads. The tapestry of her life was ever a passing blur of faces too hard to define #vss365