Sara did what she could to keep the tears back. Sitting at the edge of her king size bed, through glistening eyes she stared out the window to watch the cold purples and dark blues of dusk slowly give away to the dim warmth of the morning glow. Memories of the previous night, a sleepless night that conjoined both days into one tired stretch of time, billowed in her exhausted thoughts. Her fists clenched as she held back the tears. But, no more lying to yourself, they’ll come. They’ll come no matter how hard you fight them (read the rest of it here).
I’ve been a busy bee lately, so sorry for the lack of updates. Between setting up a Friday night D&D campaign, running the Saturday game, and working on several podcasts; there’s barely time to breathe, let alone update this website Read More
It seems that i’m still struggling to get anything out. I have finally hammered down all the “whos” and “whys” of my fantasy story… but now it has come to the fun part of turning the Outline into a full fledged story, with all the good stuff like words, and paragraphs, and character development; the whole time trying not to Sanderson it by expositioning-the-shit out of everything. Honestly, it is much easier (not to mention more openly excused) to blither on about writing than it is to actually dump words into the fantasy framework without seeming any but obtrusive Read More
guh, a mug his mother didn’t even love.
I love me some Lovecraft. Pure and simple. Sure, i know that Stephen King, Mr. Literary Diarrhea himself, says Lovecraft couldn’t write a scene worth a damn (just look it up on Youtube, he fucking said it), but that never stopped my love for that weak chinned racist and all his first person, adjective strewn stories of unspeakable eldritch horrors happening under gloomy gibbous moons. I love Lovecraft so much that i even got conned into buying a shitty book just because it had his face on it. I won’t go into the story, it’s rather embarassing (basically i’m just one of those shitty customers who didn’t read the package before buying the product), but still, i will post my amazon review (touched up and a bit unabridged) and warn you of this shitty, pandering book of slop Read More
The air was filled with an acrid stench as the Traveler pulled his heavy chains behind him. His heavy cloak, sodden with ichor from the innards of his subterranean refuge clung to his withering body as it left a slimy trail telling the miles he had traveled. (The Traveler)
The Traveler is a a “tome” from a series I’ve been slowly working on for several years. It is essnetially little snippets of history from a forgotten land with a very loose story tying them all together. This piece deals with the traveler, it isn’t finished, but it is a start. Take a look and let me know the flints and flaws in its structure. Read it here!