The Lone Troubadour

The tall tales of a lone troubadour who wanders throughout the lands, collecting and writing stories and poetry, slaying dragons and capturing daemons.

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Location: Ontario, Canada

As a popculturist-turned-journalist I bring you the news Thompson-style. When I'm not dicking around exploring news-worthy information (Hell, everything is news-worthy) I'm usually resting in peace trying to avoid the world (Imagine that, a journalist who hates the world).

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

7th Face of God - Excerpt

The black sky opens up, cascading torrents of rain down upon the earth. Water pools in crevices at the side of the roadway, splashing as each new droplet hits. The lights along the street flicker as the downpour increases, the light casting its rare glow on the water while it drains into the sewers.

Splashes can be heard in the distance, advancing slowly through the rain. A man dressed in a drenched trenchcoat and fedora walks under the light, and looks up towards the storm clouds. Rain splatters on his weather-beaten face, dripping off the scraggly beard adorning his chin. Sighing, he looks back down towards the ground, and trudges along through the rain.

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