Author: Grimskull

Darkness and light. Two opposing forces that have existed since the dawn of time. It’s the duality of nature, a balance that must be maintained. But in the beginning, there was only darkness. Uncertainty. Fear. Like a leaderless herd, the people wandered aimlessly. But then a

The journey of the thousand mile stairs begins with a single step. But what of the step after that? Or after that? Ancient proverbs speak of the importance of taking that first step, of beginning the slow climb towards enlightenment. But what of actually

Candy. Sugary sweet little things that bring man and child alike great pleasure. That quick burst of sugar comforts those who partake of it, it binds them to its magic, causing them to crave another. And another. Soon, no pleasure compares to that which

Once I observed a man kneeling beside an insect. It was a butterfly, trying to force its way out of some kind of cocoon. “Fool,” I called out. “Do you not see?” “It needs help!” He exclaimed, a scalpel in hand. “I

I’ve heard the same story from so many people. A shady man in an alley offers you a hit from his stash. Just one toke, that’s all. You immediately feel the potent rush of his chosen drug. It permeates every crevice of your

High above a pit hangs a briefcase. The Briefcase. Inside it: a ticket to the greatest treasure in Arcadia. But it was said that only the bravest and strongest could reach it. So they came to the edge of the chasm, looking up high

Now there was an Artist whose name is forgotten to time. He came before the Preacher, melodically waxing poetic about his quandary. All throughout Arcadia, his art sold for thousands and thousands of credits. Every elite on the top levels had something

Photographs are rare down in the Slums. Light, true light, even more so. But isn’t that what photographers do? Use a flash of light to burn a lasting image onto film? Were the one called Colt Ramsey to come before the Preacher, the

Now there was a man named Ahlan, who came before the Preacher. Tearfully, he spoke of his son Logan. Logan had been a promising young man, full of bright energy and ready to defy the dark world he lived in. He just knew

The spirit of revolution was in the air, the people’s gaze fixed upon Mount Olympus. They gathered from near and far to bring about their vision. Seeing the crowds, the Preacher went up on the mountain. Thus it was that he opened