Tag: creative writing
When It Rains, It Pours, But You Need To Keep Walking
When it rains, it pours. It’s kind of funny– I mean this May, Phoenix had a whopping total of zero inches of rain, yet I still found myself drenched the entire month. It was quite disheartening because I was never prepared. I never seemed to have brought my raincoat and I never invested in a ...Shadowfield Chronicles, Part 3: Collection
Part 1 Part 2 “The world was once many- but now is two: the countries of Lux and Shadowfield. Magic runs deep through them both, as potent as air. When the wars started, the beings of magic were neutral. They did not care to choose a side, and they did not want to. In the ...- LifestyleNonfictionTravelCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsPoetryMemoir & Autobiographies
To Whom Have I Become (Part 2)
Where were you the first time you realized there was a problem? A problem so big you couldn’t wrap your head around it? I can tell you where I was, 3,000 miles away driving away from ghosts. The first time I was 20 years old, the second 39 years old. Where was I heading, you ... - CreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsPoetryMemoir & AutobiographiesEntertainmentCurrent Affairs & Politics
Paper Towns, A Poem About Loss Of Childhood
Paper towns and cities, Arranged in perfect fashion, A bouquet of white in place. You remember the days? How we used to construct wonders, Built castles and people from scratch. Colored each one, Gave it life, Each creation a pinch of magic. Have you already forgotten? The idea of childhood imagination, That made us whole ... The Demon Who Wanders The Dreamscape
This story exists as a companion to a previous post. You can find that post here. *** There’s a word you humans use for when something excites you. It’s used to say that something is giving you freedom. Freedom that comes after being chained down. And that freedom is addicting. You never want to let ...The Lost One – Part Two
Kelgen sat with his legs crossed on the edge of the dead forest where he found Jethus. Branches like twisted arms wrestled in a constant breeze sweeping from the east. Under his breath, he recited a prayer to the Four Gods, the words tapping into a language that could only be understood when embracing magic. ...Inevitable Change
The field was plowed, dirt turned over; fresh after a long winter’s lockdown. Hail and snow, long into spring makes the harvest uncertain.The Curse Of The Blinking Cursor
The plight of the blinking cursor is something that plagues me often. It usually means that every word I write seems like it was written by someone who is writing their very first sentence. My solution to this problem usually is to read some of my favorite authors. I started this because one of my ...The Lost One – Part One
Kelgen stood amidst a dying forest, barren in the coming autumn, and looked up. Jethus hung by his neck from the branch of a large oak. The rope that strangled his throat had been pinned down by a stake at one end then tossed over the branch, where he was then forced from this life ...Distractions
I cannot There is no way I cannot face What happened today I must do something I must move quick My heart beat is too fast I feel quite sick Something went wrong Something’s amiss It’s out of my control Something I cannot fix. I surf the web I clutch my chest Oh look, a ...
