I write this with weary eyes. The night before was one again disturbed. Nightmare upon nightmare riddled with question and doubt. What plagues this mind has already taken its toll in the form of monsters wondering my dreams and shadows stalking me through the night. I look to what more could unfold this day… but first, I shall recollect my thought to this page...
Tag: Writing
Fiction- Order of Three: Beyond Blood. (Part- 2).
Like the night, this descends. It consumes. I am deep in something that I do not know or truly understand...
Fiction- Order of Three: Beyond Blood. (Part- 1).
I open this entry with words that are not of my own. A verse scrawled with etchings of insanity. Are these the work of fiction? Or, perhaps, words chosen for one such as me?..
Shadows of the Moon.
I would have you rise to the stars, though they would cower before your beauty...
The Broken Inevitability.
I see through this universe with a steady gaze. See through the lies, beyond a malignant haze...
My chaotic mind- Self-care and 2020.
I speak a lot about how well and motivated I am at the moment, but I don’t think I’ve ever truly broken down the facts of how I got to this vastly improved state of mind and general being. I will do that right here, and hope you find it useful, but first let me take you back to where I was...
The Hunter Update: Blood.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
That sound. Loud. It reverberated within, to the depths of his soul. It was absolute and everything, as all of his senses switched to focus on it. It was familiar to him. All too familiar. He held something tightly in his hand. Cold. Weighted, but not heavy in his grasp. Comfortable. A dagger...
My Chaotic Mind – Of Who I have Become.
Purpose. That word again and all its absolute significance. We all have purpose, it’s just a matter of finding it. It’s there somewhere… in the dark, lurking. You are the only light that can illuminate its meaning...
Short Fiction- The New Dark. (Part- 3.)
So, is where the decision was made? The decision to deny the darkness. The decision for life. The decision to march, dauntless, toward the calling. The light...
Short Fiction- The New Dark. (Part- 2.)
I will write this while fire grants me the comfort to do so. A square of chocolate and a crudely brewed black coffee barely provide me the energy with which to wield this pen. They are a limited delicacy in this time. A delicacy that will quickly fade. To consume such is a celebration. A celebration of being able to put pen to paper in a world such as what has become. I am alive. Somehow… I am alive… still...
