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  • The Witch’s Daughter Part IV:

    “No one can kill ya in here, boy.” Caius looked at Horad as the crossbow string released. The arrow flew straight for his chest.

  • The Witch’s Daughter Part IV: The Stranger

    With a firm, steady hand, Caius placed his blade on the Stranger’s shoulder. He wasn’t expecting to find a scavenger rummaging through their belongings, but he should have, even if they were miles away from…

  • The Witch’s Daughter Part III: Darkness In The Tides

    “The sea carries many secrets, child…” As the first light of dawn breaks, Kali and Caius find themselves entwined in a moment of pure bliss, only to face a harrowing encounter with a mysterious Siren…

  • Sunrise

    Sunrise

    Nothing is more terrifying than walking into the unknown. The frame held me captive and as the hands of the clock continued to move; I waited for the magical moments: the right person, the right place, and the right time. Well, It took me long enough, and I am here . . . Read more

  • JUST ANOTHER MOTIVATIONAL POST

    JUST ANOTHER MOTIVATIONAL POST

    We will not grow if we do not understand our failures or if we sit blindly behind them pretending they do not exist. Your bad days happen and they happen for a reason. They are your lessons. Read more

  • Fantasy

    He promised a night I would never forget, with that came a condition; there was one night only, he asked me to respect that wish. The writer’s curiosity got the best of me. My heart -which is so commonly held out on my sleeve- told me I was being foolish. But my mind craved the… Read more

  • Lessons of the Past

    The candlelight enhanced the smell of sautéed peppers, onions and garlic. I stuck my fork into a single noodle and took another bite of Granny’s goulash. There is still something I am missing from her recipe that I can’t quite mimic. I should have payed more attention when she cooked the sauce. Yet, there were… Read more

  • Fear Coffin

    I am falling. My foot slipped on the wet stone and unlike all the other times before, I am unable to balance myself. I gasp for breath. My automatic reaction believes that the air in my lungs will cushion the ground. I am alone. I have walked miles: down cobbled stairs, across the small creek,… Read more

  • How I Blog

    Write. . . Grab the headphones, the incense. Realize you don’t have a lighter. Search for twenty minutes, make it feel like an important excavation. Tell yourself every five minutes, “Oh, you don’t need a lighter, just fucking write.” Tell yourself again that it’s important, you will fail without the smoke of the burning incense,… Read more