Author: A.T. Baines

A writer, a blogger, a musician, a clothing designer, a gamer and an all around do-er of things. I just hope that you find inspiration. I hope that you find hope. Life is not meant to be awful.

Like Sparks

Creativity is sometimes like a spark. Once it lights, it can set fire to every soft thing within you until you are left with a smoldering pile of ash and jewelry made of earth & glass.

Like Vines

Creativity is sometimes like a vine. Once it has rooted it will grow forward, wrapped around whatever provides it stability. Occasionally, should it put its hopes upon a frail dowel or worn stretch of shiplap it may crumble and its course my veer.

[SOW] Interlude Three: The Seafarer’s Secret

To do what was required of her meant in most cases she needed to silence the part of herself that called out with the cries of the sinking crews. On her last run, as soon as she and her crew boarded the vessel and began tearing apart their commodities, she realized immediately it was not like any of her other assignments…

[SOW] Interlude Two: The Shoemaker’s Rival

Masym Helmund was a crafty man, and he’d been in the game for a long, long time. Approaching his golden years, he was hellbent on reaching retirement age so that he might, finally, take his scales to a distant town. Perhaps Meekhill, where he could enjoy the seaside calm without the ceaseless drone of busybody townsfolk.

[SOW] Interlude One: Students & Shipyards

While a creeping winter frost covered his desk side window, Enryn Hile sat with his chin in his palm and half-listened to the recollection of national history, a piece of literature published some century before he was born that told about the great feats of Athella and their companions through the years.

Cave Etchings: Spring 2023

A short list of updates for the coming year. New Stories, new poetry and other new things within!

Sadness Beneath a Starlit Sky (My Favorite Flowers: 3)

In a garden somewhere, not quite here and not quite anywhere, there’s a man who sees the world differently than he used to.

Breaking a Promise (My Favorite Flowers: 2)

In a garden somewhere, not quite here and not quite anywhere, there is a boy who has cried his eyes away.

Seeing Someone Learn (My Favorite Flowers: 1)

In a garden somewhere, not quite here and not quite anywhere, there’s a boy who is afraid of eyes.

SOW: Chapter Five, Part Five: A Single Spark

The Nail Ward, as they called it, was as miserable as it looked from the outside. The thousands of needles covering the floor and walls made it impossible to relax, and sleep was terribly out of the question.

So Kerrick stood in the corner waiting, patiently, for the sunrise.

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