There are noises in every home, both old and new. Do you hear them? I do too. There is the sound of the refrigerator, humming gently through the night and day. Its life’s only goal is to keep your food and drinks cold and fresh. How bizarre. Then there is the exhale of the home.… Read More
Tag: Fiction
A Book Has No Name: Update
Another day, another bit of writing completed on the new book. As I’ve stated in my previous posts, I’m currently working on the second book in the Forsaken World Chronicles, and as you can see from the title of this post, it still does not have a name. At this time I’m sad to say… Read More
The View from the Shore
The white sand on the beach wraps delicately around my feet as I stand at the edge of the shore, watching as the cerulean waves crash gently onto my legs. The only sounds that can be heard is the rush of the water running up the bank as the tide inches ever closer to where… Read More
Journal Entry 4: Official Prognosis
I escaped and woo-wee, heavens help me it was a rush. I’ve never felt as alive as I did last night, my gun sounding loudly into the night as the beautiful thudding sounds of bodies hitting the ground greeted my ears. The minions of darkness, or hell monsters as I call them, had charged forward… Read More
Journal Entry 3: Who Am I?
I apologize for the delay of this post. I’m being hunted on this dreary night. I have shed the damned laptop and am now beginning to create these posts on a smartphone. I am still shut off from the outside world, constantly on the run from the powers that work to strike me down. I… Read More
Journal Entry 2: Where Are They?
I hope you read this knowing that for the time being, my life is safe. I’ve moved locations since my last post and despite feeling like Frodo hiding from Sauron with the ring, I believe I have time to push out more information. At least, I hope. I’ve had to resort to stealing and living… Read More
The Ghost Writer
When I went to school to become a writer, I had no ambition to be a ghost writer. I wanted to be able to go out and create my own work. Something fun and exciting for people to love. Throughout my classes people talked about how ghost writing was a great way to build up… Read More
A World Forgotten
Darryn the Vicious stood on the brightly lit field and waited for the final hero to show his face. He had planned this encounter for weeks, carefully picking his location and determining what would give him his biggest audience yet. The football field off of Claremont worked perfectly. It was the Thursday night Thanksgiving game… Read More
The Call of the Mermaid
It was my third day trapped out at sea. My throat was dry from lack of water. My body hurt as gentle waves continued to push the scrap metal I laid on. It was one of the bigger pieces of the plane that had survived the wreckage. I was cut and bruised and convinced that… Read More
Always Rolling
There was a breeze. No, not a breeze. A wind. Or maybe it was something in between a breeze and being windy. Is there such a thing? If there wasn’t, there should be. The gusts created noises that crashed all around me. I swayed back and forth on my back, listening to it. My eyes… Read More
