Category Archive: fantasy

Jan 04

Taking steps forward, looking in on myself

Please if you want some­thing in life, take the step for­ward to do it.

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Apr 19

Through the mud

Columns form upon the shore. The dirt and foul essence of the rot­ten corpse. Their bod­ies rid­dled with the shells of men. The pain in their skin, the last­ing wind for­ever blows across the black­ened night. Pulling their parka closer to their face, the wind screams, it digs into their soul. Ash and char­coal coat …

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Apr 16

Fallen vampires

I know these things because it was entrusted to me by my maker.

Apr 09

What do you fear?

Ask your­self this ques­tion. What type of crea­ture would a vam­pire fear?

Apr 03

out of the air

Tonight began as any other. I sat down to write my novel and began to put my fin­gers to the keys, plac­ing on after another. It was then I looked up and saw the time, I had been writ­ing for thirty min­utes with­out a sound from any­thing else in the room. I had my music …

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Mar 31

Indecision..and the road ahead

The Road ahead

The days and nights have not been kind to me. I have been fight­ing with my writ­ing and with the thoughts in my head, much the way Schiz­o­phrenic fights with their demons. But, that is only a guess since I am not a schiz­o­phrenic. My sto­ries and the voices they have are all gath­ered around …

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Mar 24

The blockage

I will never call it writer’s block. Noth­ing truly blocked, I can write, I just don’t care for the words that come out. Although, the words are com­ing out they don’t seem to say any­thing of mean­ing. Some­times when I am work­ing on a story I will stop writ­ing it, if only for ten minutes, …

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Mar 18

New friend

death

Cream and onyx blend, the vul­ture raises its head. musky and sour the corpse lies, its cracked skin and bloated gut. Shiny baubles he brings for you, a glow­ing can­dle, the orange and red  ripen­ing blis­ters on its head. Sit­ting in the sun the corpse turns over and growls. It’s fes­tered hand and lilac colored …

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Feb 23

Showing and not telling…

dreams

I am see­ing the story bet­ter through the narrator’s eyes and not my own as I am writing.

Feb 22

Coming along…

ethereal

Feel­ing more like me when writing.

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