I might be insane, but the place I feel most at home is a world I made up over a couple decades of creative writing. Hmmm… (for hour 24—prompt: the place I feel most at home; here’s a poem from the history of Onweald)  …

(for hour 19—the image prompt of Arcana’s shore for Onweald)   Arcana’s Protection   Arcana Scheld arrived with a high tide off the Meredore Spray from the ocean wet her face And misted her eyes a faerie gray Suitors flocked like seabirds Pecking at her…

(for hour 16—from the “touch” prompt for Onweald)   I Thought I Touched You Today (by the character Nigel Taiman)   A kind touch breezing by my hand Reminded me of you today A soft voice whisp’ring a word of kindness Sounded like something you’d…

(for hour 15—from Onweald, an intro for something longer)   Ella and Rohne   He was the one covered in diamonds She was the one covered in gold They were the ones covered in riches Yet their story has never been told

(for hour 14—imaginary children prompt for Onweald)   Sinder, Rohf, and Cahla   They play so well together A trio Held together by a triangle of connection Sinder, the adopted dragon child, the oldest and least coordinated for a household with so many walls and…

(For hour 12—nonet prompt for Onweald)   Amanda in Motion (by the character Nigel Taiman)   She is beauty and death together with her weapon an extension of each movement in battle. Using her geasa’n skill, Amanda’s steeped in perfection, grace. Reflecting justice, love.

(for hour 9—this too shall pass prompt—from Onweald)   Pain Not Passing (by the character Nigel Taiman)   Amanda How can one body endure sorrow such as this Not even when lashed by The Dragon’s claws did I know such pain You were the one…

(for hour 6—from music prompt—for Onweald)   Bring Her Home (by the character Nigel Taiman)   Amid the dark of my bower When the dragon form has me However it’s possible I ache more for her return Some part of me Believes she can come…

(for hour 5—time capsule prompt—put in the world of Onweald)     The Chalice of the Goddess of War   More than four hundred years have passed Since the wizard Hrazon accepted his quest When prophets announced the lots were cast And he placed her…

(for Onweald) By Sandy Lender   Mellada glides through the halls of the hiding Searching the quiet and with her time biding Her women in waiting are noiselessly crying Under the thundering of crashes subsiding   The walls of the halls with seawater dripping Sheltering,…