A medieval study with open books, firelight, and ancient tools on a wooden table.
A cosy medieval scene with books, a quill, and a glowing fire highlighting old tools in a stone-walled room.

The WordSmith’s Forge

Where prose invokes.

led by voice. unboxed. unapologetic.

  • A piece that asked to exist.  Build a sentence that cannot escape itself. What could be, if it could exist,  as if it were,  as existential as it is proverbial; yes faith, yes religion, as verbiage as it is literary; mock literacy, why don’t you, as factual as it is… read on

  • Another task, Another ask: write with control, at first. Let it slip. Let the thought unravel, then into something ghostlike that still lingers long after it should have ended. I would never start a sentence in control, certainly not in the opening line of the opening paragraph. No, not quite… read on

  • An innocent request, at an unwittingly appropriate time; write a brief but disproportionately difficult attempt to rest… read on

  • An ask, made whilst dissecting the chaotic beauty of a piece of political writing; write out a wandering reflection that lands on a sentence discussed: “But how much control does he really have?rdquo; read on

  • ‘Tis a tale of two transformed. where she walked, roses filled with thorn, wherein winds cut through you like the norm. where he lived; torment took form. read on

Sometimes, a fable spills over

Forged Additions

This parable first brewed in the kitchens of Fables for Food. But sometimes, they ferment into literary grospel and thus, its honorary place at The Forge.

  • Oat milk? In keto?! A poetic tale of forbidden flavour, almond betrayal, and the sacred union of cream. The Grospel deepens. read on