Waking up in a burning building with no memory of who he is or how he got there, his only hope for survival might be contained in the tattered notebook he finds beside him...
The history of a universe of stories. YrdWorld has a creation legend and tales of heroes and villains, nightmarish myths of creatures of distant past and dark presents, and stories of little girls in large cities.
It is, quite simply, a million stories waiting to be told.
The worst part of working behind a bar is the customers.
These bar rants, colourful and foul-mouthed diatribes about the stresses of pouring pints and crafting cocktails, are my way of making sure I don't go insane.
With no connection, no theme, no central message, these stories are filled with more characters than a family reunion. Some happy, some sad, some angry, some funny. Some are about trees and some are about weasels. There's even one about a bathtub.
I'm a writer and a storyteller, a videographer and designer. I've done a bunch of things and they're all part of my story.
I wear my memories around my neck and wrist, tattoo my maxims on my arms and write my stories on any flat surface I can find.