Armskirk: Unlocking Magic through Disjointed Vignettes

Author’s Note

This work aims to create an ambiance, rather than to portray a plot as traditional fiction does. The 40+ vignettes are all arranged in a manner which gives insight into the world surrounding Armskirk, describing vivid moments of its existence. However, the vignettes are not ordered in a way which convey stories but rather act as accounts of history. The multiple descriptions act as a medium for which this magically mundane world may come to life.
While it is true that multiple stories do exist inside the world of Armskirk, they are never completely addressed in detail. The set-up for the lives of individuals and peculiar events are noted and then left open to interpretation of how they will unfold.
The work truly is an example of experimentation with detail and the style of vignette. I played with how I could utilize its form to portray ideas and how sequencing and structure can form the major aspects of a work.
With the collection coming together as a whole, this work could be used to prompt writers or help them realize how a character and/or story can unfold in a detailed and vivid setting. I wrote this work with the luxury that I might use this setting to help write future stories and build coherent story elements.

Armskirk_Unlocking Magic through Disjointed Vignettes

©2016 Carlos Lewis

Messages To My Internet Friends

To those lovely friends of mine who live on the other side of the internet,

Right off the bat, I love you guys. They say that you can’t foster true love for someone you’ve never physically connected with. I say HOGWASH! What if the person is an empath? Huh? What about that! Hmm. Now you have nothing to say. 😛 Continue reading

Poems In Bed

I tossed and turned.
I projected my mind on the wall
Of my bedroom.
I allowed my whimsical children
To dance around my head.
They spoke and sang.

These magics made me feel.
I felt they must be captured
And captivated
And then released.
So I wrote poems in bed
To help cage these pets of mine.

I wrote these poems in bed
Beneath my sheets.
I tossed and turned. 
I wrote these poems
Before they forever escaped me.
I wrote these poems in bed
And these magics dispersed.

I keep writing these poems,
In my bed where I write best.
I keep these magics.
I keep my children dancing;
They still sing.
I keep these poems
And they are kept in my bed.