A Letter to Mankind

Something I’ve wanted to write for many years, and this felt like the right time.  Inspired by Sea Legacy and Paul Nicklen’s video Extinction Ends Here.


Dear Mankind,

We have come to a great era of history, my friends, and you are to be congratulated on your perseverance.  Since the creation of the world—since time itself began—you have stood firm through every catastrophe.  You have stood your ground against every adversary, whether it be flood, or famine, or war, or the darkest despair that fate could cast upon you.  You have made this harsh world a home in spite of everything.  Castles and kingdoms you have raised from dust, empires you have built from sweat and blood, and through the strifes that have followed your triumphs you have continued to flourish.  Seven  and a half billion people—and I have watched you grow since the very beginning of it all.   

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The Image of Elizabeth: Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

The appearance of a character forms an image in the mind of the reader, and many illustrative words cause one to form certain assumptions. In Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, the appearance of Elizabeth paints a clear and vivid picture in the reader’s mind. Shelley writes, “Her hair was the brightest living gold, and, despite the poverty of her clothing, seemed to set a crown of distinction on her head” (42). Continue reading “The Image of Elizabeth: Frankenstein by Mary Shelley”

The Fall of Math

I have recently being reading Welsh and Irish Medieval  texts I am a huge fan (Táin, Mabinogion, Second Battle of Mag Turied, amongst others), so I wrote a short little scene based on some of our ideas about what Celtic culture may have been like in ancient times, this is short sweet, and by no means one hundred percent accurate, just uses some of the tropes and ideas we know in what I hope is a fun way. I was speciffically inspired by CuChulainn and laments. This was a warrior culture so Warning: there is violence!

Have a lovely day!


His blade flashed through the fading light, neatly severing Math’s head, the spray of blood warm against his face. Math’s body collapsed to the ground, twitching out its last moments of life. Diarmiad stared at the fallen warrior with a detached sense of loss. He panted heavily, blood leaking from numerous wounds as he cleaned his sword with the edge of his shirt, wiping with slow methodical movements. 

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