There are times in peoples lives When they’re adrift and they capsize And as the water throws them under The chaos makes ‘em wonder How they’ll gasp in their next breath Staring in the eyes of death A hand breaks down through that ocean Ignoring the commotion You focus on the prize And you help
“You will live to regret this.” the villager rasped from his prone position on the packed dirt floor as the pool of blood spread out radially from the stab wound in his stomach. “One day, the fates will feed you that which you’ve sown here tenfold and balance the scales for the souls you have
Ritual “What of tomorrow?” you may surely ask. “And the day after that?” you may ask with more persistence. “Where will we be?” you may stare accusingly, as if I had already done something. “Will things be the same?” Your eyes beg for the affirmative answer. “How long?” you may demand, interrogating me with your
“Sheath your weapon, soldier! Stay your hand!” the commander shouted, and the soldier’s swing stopped mid descent mere inches from cleaving through the prone enemy’s skull. The muscles on the unarmored soldier bristled along the hulking mass of his bare back. Even in his battle ready and crouched position, the solder was 6 hands taller
01/26 – Sitting at the library yesterday afternoon, I was reading an article on Outlining and Story Mapping in the latest Writer’s Digest. I was just skimming the words and concept when suddenly I got hit with a brick in my face. It was unbelievable. Out of the blue, some part of me opened up
Whoah, OMG…hi. This site is a culmination of at least 5 years of procrastination and the nano second it took for me to click invite people on a Facebook page that I created on December 23rd, 2012. I apologize in advance for some of the language I use. Granted, it’s all english, some of it
In the dark, my eyes play tricks. They think they are doing me a favor. They believe that they are doing their job. They do not understand that they are useless when there is an absence of light. Instead, they fill my mind with pictures: a cacophony of what should be there and the ever
This is a list that I started that will likely be ever evolving. I’ve always had these preconceived notions and self imposed limits that would stifle my creative motivation: Can’t start writing after a certain time because then you won’t be able to turn your brain off to sleep (and yet stay up until stupid