Khremloc

James

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The Bullet Train to Blackpool Beach

Having a Luke at the barrel’s guts, He coos a canticle, chooses charms and echoes calls, Then picks a ticket midst the iron innards’ inner walls, Not forgetting the bags he’s packed, he delves down deep through childhood halls, (my favourite piano string, twang, my favourite vinyl deck rhythm thing, my favourite spud gun, chipped a bit down’t side and marred beyond repair) The bullet crawls, And shelves itself- stumbles, stalls, “Soon enough he’ll have the balls,” chides the record, “As for now the tinny hammer shuts. Primed, he squares the muzzle down his ear, His finger lingers, tempting fate

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TfTTT - 4 - A Ballad by Khremloc, literature

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TfTTT - 4 - A Ballad

Tales from Two Trapped Trolls The Ballad of Shaman Zas'ax 4 – In which a plot thickens Sly voice of whisp and wind provoked, The shivers down Khremloc's spine, "I ask for the aid of a shaman, To carry a message of mine, To carry a message of mine, my child, To brothers and sisters afar. Where thin is Air and tall is Earth- A pillar usurping the stars." Loyalty seamed this shaman's limbs And seemed he loyal too. Yet fate would pin this shaman's quest And tip his faith askew. Through wind and rain did Khremloc ride, With little food nor rest. 'Till soon his breath turned ragged And Earth began to crest. As Earth began to

TfTTT - 3 - Reflection by Khremloc, literature

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TfTTT - 3 - Reflection

Tales from Two Trapped Trolls Reflection 3 – In which crossing paths are retraced Mug-faced patrons handled their tankards. Arms folded, Khremloc found his bare feet tracing circles in the sawdust. Daring beams bearing the telltale signs of wood rot headed his solitude, each beam sealing off the unlit pitch of the rafters above. His candlelit vigil riled topics amongst the curious patrons- trolls, the Echo Isles, preparations and politics. Even noticing the troll's totems and cluttered trinkets spurred the subject of shamanism. Like moths those words fluttered around him and his fabric of thought unravelled- leaving his recent worrie

TfTTT - 2 - The Scaled One by Khremloc, literature

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TfTTT - 2 - The Scaled One

Tales from Two Trapped Trolls The Scaled One 2 – In which Makraz becomes eloquent When I was a fresh-faced child, my mother would tell me stories. Her voice crafted antiquities and timless ideas that pleased my ears and put my mind to rest when the rainfall assaulted my senses. The tale I am about to recall, about to craft with feebler tools, was one of many that she whispered under the ceiling of leaves and darkness. Even now, I can hear the raptors grow restless in their sleep, fouling the calm night air with strained shrieks as the mosquitoes swarmed. I asked her why the raptors wailed their sorrows in those late and early hou

TfTTT - 1 - Cataclysm by Khremloc, literature

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TfTTT - 1 - Cataclysm

Tales from Two Trapped Trolls Cataclysm 1 – In which Makraz and Khremloc become Chilean miners "... so she says, "you're a barefaced liah!" Right? Den- den da Boss-mon, he says, "ah think you'll find ah'm a wolf-faced liah", den come da head butt, pow!" With that Makraz swung his hand, slapping his leather greaves with an echoing clap, followed by his lonely childish chuckle filling the dim confines of the jagged cave. Both he and Khremloc had been lucky with their choice of prison. One of Makraz's earlier, wilder anecdotes had expressed his delight about their predicament. At least no bears'll come back fo' deir wintah su