The Last Kingdom: A reflection on my love/hate relationship with Uhtred, Son of Uhtred, and why Skade is the greatest antagonist in Uhtred’s story.
Author Archives: Atlas Beaumont
on Paths and Tribulations
Before there was a path, there were shrubs. Stinging nettles and thorns to scratch at the ankles, snakes and scorpions hiding under foliage. Solid ground turned to soft, branches protruding from the earth to catch you off guard. Before there was a path, there was danger. We walked barefoot and cursed the unknown. We traveledContinue reading “on Paths and Tribulations”
Solitude
To the outsider. To the stranger. To the misfit and the misunderstood. To those without community, the outlier with no home and no pride. Solitary – the lone wolf, passing by unnoticed. To those who walk a path of silence. The footsteps you hear are only your own. You speak, yet no one is aroundContinue reading “Solitude”
Ruminations and Loss
I am no stranger to loss. Neither are you. Grief lies somewhere between the hollowness in our chest and the weight of the world, bearing down on us in our most vulnerable moments. Grief finds us in the in quiet hours of the night when shadows mask our heartache and loneliness, or in the showerContinue reading “Ruminations and Loss”
On The Void
I’ve been thinking a lot lately. I’m always thinking. Once upon a time, I was obsessed with learning, absorbing information and gaining a higher perspective on the world. And then, I was obsessed with creating, with breathing life into my dreams and crawling inside of the characters that filled my mind every waking moment. TheseContinue reading “On The Void”
Welcome to 21st Century Dating
Oh, how the sweetness has turned sour. How my words have twisted under misguided intentions and strings drawn tight, the tiniest fiddle playing for my honor. Ha ha ha. Poor soul. Poor me. Poor every sad creature that finds complexity appealing. It is not appealing, you know. Complexity breeds contradiction breeds indecisiveness breeds heartache. AndContinue reading “Welcome to 21st Century Dating”
Visceral
When we first met, I was mending a broken heart. The flame inside of me was dowsed by the incessant flood of nihilism and pessimism I was drawn to. And my most recent lover, he promised freedom and wings to soar to new heights–but he neglected to inform me I would need such wings toContinue reading “Visceral”
My Ode to the Tatted-Up, Philosopher Pussy Magnet
He felt like home. His lips, the sweetest fruit I’ve ever tasted. He had a large frame, soft, cozy enough to burrow inside of to warm the edges of my frigid soul. He didn’t judge, didn’t impose. He just existed in all of his glory, a delicate statue waiting to be admired by the unluckyContinue reading “My Ode to the Tatted-Up, Philosopher Pussy Magnet”
Echoes and Ghosts
I have echoes.
She has ghosts.
I have echoes of grief, of strain and pain and agony.
She has ghosts that haunt her waking hour and monsters that peek behind curtains drawn….
Pressing Onward
I suppose we all want our time to mean something. Other animals seem content with simply existing – fucking and eating, moving about leisurely. But not humans. Humans have to create, have to reach deep and grasp for meaning. We press onward, push against the friction of paralyzing fear, watching the pendulum swing back andContinue reading “Pressing Onward”
