Ravings of a Grimm

The hardest job in the world is being a collector. Someone who seeks out things with value, and captures them. Keeps them hidden. Keeps them safe. Who sniffs out what the world hides. Hidden treasures in rock and mud.

What if what you were collecting wasn’t treasure though? What if you weren’t looking for diamonds in the rough? For pearls in pig pens?

What if what you were collecting was just as bad?

What if it wasn’t bright or cheery at all?

What if what you were collecting was grim?

Tell me:

Would you still collect? Still search?

Even atrocities need to be filed away, you know.

That’s why I believe it to be the hardest job in the world.

Who wants to sit and collect something covered in rust? In muck?

In blood?

Continue reading “Ravings of a Grimm”

Storm Chaser

They say that, at the very center of any storm, is a calm spot.

A place for rest.

A place where the storm originates.

The eye of the storm.

Should you ever find yourself stuck in a storm, that would be the safest place.


Getting to the eye?


That’s a different story entirely. Continue reading “Storm Chaser”

Across the War

Wars do not have happy endings.

I don’t care if your side won or lost. If your people got what they wanted or not. If you benefitted or not. It doesn’t matter.

For someone, even on the winning side, something was lost.

And that usually means a life.

Regardless of what you won from the war, there were losses. Losses of grand proportions. Losses of life.

And, for some, that’s too much to lose.

War is tragic. War is a divider. War is a killer.

Just because you survive doesn’t mean everything is good.


Things still aren’t good. Continue reading “Across the War”


The thing about people is:

They’re so preoccupied with their own worlds. With the things that are right before their eyes.

And only those things.

They forget other things exist.

If they can’t see it, it’s out of their mind.

Isn’t that how the saying goes?

Out of sight, out of mind.

They don’t give thought to the things they can’t see. To the worlds underneath the surface.

Through the cracks. Under the bark. If you can slide your fingers in, just a touch, they could see it. They could be there. They could know.

The world is not everything we see. Continue reading “Unseen”

Monstrous Answers

A monster walks through the forest.

His antlers brush against branches. The darkness cloaks him in kind favors. The moon highlights his skull, hitting the red of his eyes, making them glow.

A monster walks through the forest.

His home.

His feet leave no marks, he can’t afford them to. The long, jagged, torn tail that trails behind him looks like a shadow’s spine. Teeth dangle from his bangles, his anklets. Pieces of forgotten creatures, long since dead.

A monster walks through the forest.

And as he does, he must come to a stop.

There is another creature here.

One that is forgotten.

But not dead.

Not by a long shot. Continue reading “Monstrous Answers”

YEAH!!!! Book update

link is hereĀ 

Hey everybody! I haven’t done a book update in a few (time is irrelevant to me, so it feels like forever and somehow yesterday that I last updated, but I think its been longer, but I don’t know because, again, time seems irrelevant to me. Probably because the only thing breaking up my days is when I work at my other job, or my other other job, or my other other other job, as opposed to working my primary job, but, anyhow, I digress) and I’m REALLY stoked about this update because… well… I feel like I’m making headway.

*Knocks on wood*

Continue reading “YEAH!!!! Book update”

War Paint

He tells me to hit, so I crush.

He tells me to run, so I sprint.

He tells me to jump, so I soar.

He is testing my limits. Seeing how far I can reach. For how long I can succeed.

How foolish.

My war paint runs deeper than this. Continue reading “War Paint”

Discussions at Camp

I’ve heard it said that there are two types of stories to help us understand:

What is evil?

Everyone sits around the fireplace, surrounded by other young ones, and they watch and listen to the old man. The wise one. The guy with experience, with understanding. With battle scars. With knowledge. They sit and they listen.

And this is where the story diverges.

In the first version, the old man points into the forest. Into the wild. Into the dark night surrounding the campfire, encroaching on them. He points outward, toward nature. Toward the “other” in the world. Toward the unknowns that plague mankind through the dark.

Evil is out there.

That’s what he’ll tell the kids. He might talk of aliens, of demons, of monsters. He might talk about beasts or the paranormal. Either way, the story ends with them. With that thing. That creature. That entity.

The unknown.

That is what’s evil.

And the second type?

The second sort of story?

The other half of this tale of divergence? Continue reading “Discussions at Camp”

All or Nothing

There is a beating drum somewhere. A resounding sound. It fills my blood with every beat. Dragging my heart along to its carnal rhythm.

A drum of rage.

A drum of determination.

A drum of war.

There is a beat that goes on, and on, and on.

And it won’t stop.

Not now.

Not ever.

Not even when I’m dead and gone. Not even when I’ve lost this fight. Lost this life.

Because this is it.

This is all or nothing.

There is no peace outside of this.

None. Continue reading “All or Nothing”

Book reminder, because, y’know…

Anyhow, this is yet another reminder that I wrote a book.

This is the linkĀ here

So far, it’s gotten over 180 reads, which is really excellent. (At least, I, personally, think it is.) I’ve been giving this as the brief summary:

It’s a story about survival, big bad werewolves, and vampires you’d like to take to church (if you catch my drift).

Anyway, it’s filled with my childish humor and the werewolves are the good guys (I feel like this is a “duh” statement coming from me) and the vampires are psychotic.

If you wouldn’t mind boosting it, I would really appreciate it. Also, I’ve been working on my digital art skills, so if you click the blog post, you’ll actually get to see the “cover” design I did.

Thanks everyone for your support, it means a lot to me.