I cleave the building.

Split it in two.

It crumbles, the giant skyscraper. Creaking like an ancient door, cracking like lightning. All of its stories falling, echoing thunder. The building roars as it falls, and people run from it. Completely terrified.

But I don’t stop.

I don’t stop.

I throw another bolt of lightning. Shake the earth with a kick. Yell, and the foundations all shake.

I am not done destroying, not yet.

I won’t be done for quite some time.

This must all come crashing down, you see. These terrors and raging beasts. The creatures that carve out destruction, that lay waste to each other and the beasts of this earth.

I won’t stop until they’re all gone.

Until all this ends.

Until there is nothing but a clean slate left.

This all must end. Continue reading “Beginning”

More Among The Stars

They say there are quite a few types of love. A handful of ways in which our bonds to people are forged, what they mean, how we respond to them. People are strange, and all of us are very different, you see. And so, although you may connect to one person a certain way, it’s almost a sure thing that you won’t connect to another person the same. Because, with one person, you’ve been through one thing. A very unique, very different experience. As you live your life, you never replicate your experiences—it’s impossible. And, even more impossible, is replicating those situations, and the people your with, and their reactions. Especially if you place a new person in an unfamiliar situation.

What I mean is:

We’re all different. And, in our differences lies our experiences. And in those experiences lies different people as well. Different reactions to those experiences.

And so, the cycle churns onward. Forging bonds from these differences—personality, and character, and experience, and self—all of them meshing together to create these different relationships. Tethers that vary from person to person, in type and strength and importance.

And every moment—every difference that’s added or subtracted—is more than what we are.

Moment to moment, person to person, it all makes a difference.

Every moment we share counts.

It all matters.

Every moment counts. Continue reading “More Among The Stars”

Flooding Lions

If you were in an ocean, a fish would go unnoticed, yes? They’re fairly common there, don’t you think? If a fish were to jump in the ocean, it wouldn’t be strange for the other fish. It’d be relatively common place, no?

That’s what I think of—what comes to mind—when I think of his arrival. The tall man, with the black bow and piercing arrows, with the gnarled sword and jagged dagger.

The tall man with the black beard, the monster’s cloak.

The tall man astride the most beautiful beast I’d seen.

Astride the white lion. Continue reading “Flooding Lions”

Oak Speaks

They say he died in the middle of that small, small pond. Defending a human child from some wild beasts. They say he died valiantly against a manticore—or maybe it was a drakken. They say that, when he died here, the pond grew. Ten feet longer, eons deeper. A small island sprouted in the midst of the pond, right in the center. Right where he took his last breath. A small island formed, and then, atop that small island, an oak tree grew. Tall and grizzled looking. Branches reaching outward, arms open, as if ready to embrace any who tread upon that small island.


That’s not true, is it?

That small island was not meant for just anyone.


It was meant for only a special someone.

Only meant for one.

One who seeks. Continue reading “Oak Speaks”

Mystery Blogger Award!!!!

Hello everybody! It’s good to be back from my unintentional hiatus. Tomorrow (or maybe sometime later today, I’m itching to write) I’ll post a story, but, for now, I’m going to post about this:


Tom Burton was kind enough to nominate me for the Mystery Blogger Award!

What is that? Well, the Mystery Blogger Award is:

“An award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging; and they do it with so much love and passion.”

Okoto Enigma 

Which, I have to say, is a very high honor. I’ve only been doing this for a little over a year now, so I’ve still got a lot of learning to do. For anyone to say that my blog is ingenious or that it inspires or motivates… well, honestly, I’m kind of floored. This has been a wonderful ride so far, and I absolutely love blogging. Everyone I talk to on this site is very wonderful, and I’ve enjoyed this whole experience very much.

So, thank you Tom for nominating me 🙂


  • Put the award logo/image on your blog.
  • List the rules.
  • Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link back to their blog.
  • Answer the 5 questions from the blogger who nominated you.
  • Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well.
  • Tell your readers 3 things about yourself.
  • You have to nominate 10 – 20 people.
  • Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog.
  • Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify).
  • Share a link to your best post(s).



  1. What motivates you to continue blogging?

I like writing, and I like sharing what I’ve written. Even if only a handful of people read a story, that still feels like a confirmation. Sort of like saying that the stories I’ve written do exist (for better or worse, lol) and they are out there, they’re reachable. They’re not just taking up space in my head anymore, they’re taking up space in the world, and I like that. It’s good to know that these strange passing thoughts I have aren’t just passing thoughts, they’re ideas that I can craft into something more. That’s why I started blogging: so I could have a place to throw all these strange ideas that waltz through my brain. Sometimes, I write stories just to keep in practice. But, most of the time, when I write a story, it’s because the idea came to me and I need to find a way to let it go. Writing helps me do that.

So, self-therapy, I guess, lol.

And, the wonderful people I meet on this site are a blessing of a bonus 🙂

2. Favorite blogging or writing advice?

Do it your way. I was in a strange, wonderful, and rare position throughout middle school and high school. I was blessed to have an English teacher who, herself, was constantly learning and re-shaping her understanding of our language and writing. I had this teacher for all of middle school, and all of high school, and she immensely encouraged my creative mind and the way I write. My style is very unconventional, very out of the norm, but I like to focus on feeling and character rather than setting. Sometimes, my short stories barely have any plot when I begin to write them and, sometimes, it kind of stays that way until the end, lol. But I find that a lot of people connect with the feelings of that character and, to me—both as a reader and a writer—I find that to be the most important. Setting is important—I promise, it is—but you can describe a place perfectly, have your reader picture it inch by inch, and still, it can be unreal to them because they can’t feel that place. They can only see it—like a picture rather than an experience, and I firmly believe that reading should be an experience. So, when I write, I do a lot of fragmented sentences, or dashes (which I consider to be interjecting thoughts), and things of that nature to inject as much reality and feeling into my writing as possible. And, for some readers, it works well. For others, it’s too chaotic for them to focus. Either is fine. I simply write the way that makes sense to me as a reader, and, if it doesn’t work for someone, that’s okay. There’s more than one way to skin a cat, and there’s definitely more than one way to communicate something effectively. So, what I’m getting at is:

Do it your way. Don’t let “the norm” or rules stop you.

Write to gratify your inner reader.

3. What do you hope 2019 will bring for your blog?

Oh man. I don’t generally think about the far future. Silly as that seems. Personally, I just find that plans often fall apart. Something about life doing its own thing or whatever. I’m also slightly (just slightly, I promise) superstitious. I hate telling anyone my plans, even if I have them. I feel like it jinxes me.

So, short answer: I hope to keep writing as I do, and I hope to strengthen my writing.

4. Do you have a favorite book or film that you never get tired of?

I really like C. S. Lewis’s Till We Have Faces. I could talk about that book for decades. I also really enjoy The Three Little Wolves and the Big Bag Pig by Eugene Trivizas. It’s a kid’s book, but I absolutely love how the author flips all the conventional expectations. It’s hysterical to me now that I’m older, and I found it mesmerizing as a kid. (Plus, I like that the wolves are the good guys. If you’ve wandered through my blog, you know I’m very fond of wolves.) As for movies, I’d say that I really like Gremlins and, if I need to throw on a movie for comfort/background noise, I throw on The Nightmare Before Christmas.

5. What four words describe you?

Oh man, this one is a tough one. A friend of my mom’s once called me skittish, and I think it’s (unfortunately) quite accurate. I’d say tough, but not in the “I eat nails for breakfast” kind of way. I tend to roll with the punches as they come rather than let stuff knock me down, that’s why. I’d say I’m very understanding as well. I try to give people the benefit of the doubt—you never know what someone is going through. And, lastly, I’d say intuitive. I tend to have a lot of gut-instinct, and my gut usually isn’t wrong. Tiny behaviorisms or mannerisms don’t go unnoticed by me, and I can generally tell when something is up. It’s very hard to surprise me.


—I like to sleep. A lot. My mom always talks about how I used to put myself to bed, even at a young age. Apparently, I’d stand by my crib and scream until someone came and dropped me in. Then I’d go right to sleep. Apparently, I’ve always been a very sleepy person.

—I have a lot of nightmares. Like, a lot. I’d say four or five nights a week I have at least one—sometimes I have three or four nightmares in one night, it just depends. They can be pretty brutal, or gruesome, depending. They’re hardly every triggered by horror movies though. Last time I had a horror movie trigger a nightmare was the new It movie, and I think that was mostly because the subjects of the horror were kids, and I can relate to that. I had a pretty traumatic childhood, so I think that triggered it for me. Though, before then, I can’t really remember a horror movie triggering nightmares. Either Gremlins or Poltergeist was my first horror movie (I watched those when I was under 7), and those DEFINITELY triggered nightmares for me. But, aside from those three, I can’t really recall any horror movies that trigger my nightmares. They’re mostly things of my own imagination.

Go figure.

—I like running. I haven’t done it in a few months now (I’ve moved recently, and gotten a new job that seems to fluctuate every month, so I haven’t had a schedule that’s been set enough to squeeze in time for it) but I absolutely love it. Whether I’m running outdoors, or on a treadmill, I absolutely love running.


Well, I don’t know if I’d consider it my best post, but Weekend Wolf seems to be a pretty popular one on my site. To Be Trifled With was also pretty up-there in the ranks. But, one of my own personal favorites is The Stellar Path. Something about stars and space pirates is just… too much fun. And, since I’m more of a fantasy person, I’ll go ahead and share the link for Gryphon’s Disciple too.


I don’t do too much reading on this site. Unfortunately, I just don’t have a lot of time between writing and work. But when I do manage to read, I read the britchy one‘s blog (because she’s always got something interesting/funny/touching posted) or I read George F.’s blog (which I can never seem to find when I want to, lol). They’re both wonderful bloggers, and definitely worth the time to check out. Their stories are vastly different, but they’re both incredible!

That said, I’d like to nominate you two. If you would prefer not to pass the award forward, I completely understand. It’s just that your two blogs are what I think of when I read the paragraph that describes what the award is 🙂

That said, if anyone would like to respond to my five questions (in the comments or on their own blog) feel free 🙂


  1. What was your favorite book/movie as a kid?
  2. Did you have a childhood pet?
  3. Snow or no snow?
  4. Are you a vivid dreamer?
  5. What song do you blast over the radio/in the car?

Again, thank you so much Tom for nominating me! It’s truly an honor.

Hope you all had a wonderful Holiday!!!!!

Bone Dragon

It rose.

From the dark that separated the lava’s dim light and myself. Rose up, from the burning earth. A tan color, singed at the edges, that poked through the folds of red, glowing earth. It rose steadily, meaningfully. It’s sockets were empty, dark. I could feel death seeping from them. Hades itself spilling from the empty holes.

It rose.

The bone dragon.

Continue reading “Bone Dragon”

Devil’s Well

I’m not a people person. Everyone in this desolate wasteland of a town knows it. It’s glaringly obvious. Like an old oak standing alone in the desert. This town is small enough that they all know I’m gruff. Grumpy, even. A little surly. But, that’s only because I don’t interact with people much. I’m harmless really, but still.

Yeah, I’m not a people person.

But, who can blame me?

When this is the price to be paid for interacting with others…

If this is what comes attached with people…

Why would I be a people person? Continue reading “Devil’s Well”

Man In The Clock

Tick, tock.

There’s a man in the clock.

The clock strikes one…

The man frowns.

Tick, tock.

Man in the clock.

The clock strikes two…

The man comes down.

And down.

And down.

Tick, tock.


Stop the man in the clock. Continue reading “Man In The Clock”

Bog Monster

Whenever I passed the bog, I made sure to avert my eyes. Made sure to walk quietly, move quickly. When possible, I avoided the bog. Skipped that part of the woods altogether.

No one told me that it was dangerous. Nobody explained what lurked in the water. What kind of things belonged to bogs. No one had to. I just knew:

I didn’t want to find out. Continue reading “Bog Monster”

Gentle Darkness, Soft Light

The ghost breathes. A wind that chills me. Turns the temperature down.

Relieves me.


And here I was, wandering about clueless.

Thinking that I was alone. Continue reading “Gentle Darkness, Soft Light”