Tag: Creativity

Rogue thoughts #2 No More!

I’ve had it with myself, it just took me to the limits.  How many years should I offer my shadow to gorge on. Haven’t you had your fill?? Like a bottomless chasm I peer down my wound.  My anger feeds my wings from the swamps of despair, but I am drawn to a collosal mass ...

At the rim of hope.

The city shattered to pieces. Torn apart by what they called a  Millenial Cyclone.  The buildings were being stripped of their windows. The city was covered  by an ancient demon with a massive hovering round maw. A whirlpool in the red sky.  Then the massive screen blinked to black.  The crowd pulled several hundred gasps.  ...

Challenging the frame 

My eyes deceptively try to tell me that I lost something. Or that my very being was tugged into danger.  An invisible hollow threat was lurking beyond every corner within range of sight.  I see nothing. I hear nothing, only the whispers my mind that keep telling me as I delve more and into this ...

From my upcoming book: Heritor Cycle-Awakening

The seeker order was a a group of religious fanatics. They ruled with an iron fist over the human settlers​ in the desert planet Galacus.  Their governing creed was to refuse the frailty of age and physical weakness. Any form of weackness was considered a sin; a blasphemy to their beautiful God.  The rituals consisted ...

Rogue thoughts #1

I deeply care for statues poised in agony. They earn your empathy without sobbing a story. It’s like inanimate objects invoke stirring undercurrents of churning depths. In other words…you find yourself admiring all sculptures of stone while the frames they fill make shapes discernible by the soul. It might sound shallow at first. But from ...

Gravity

It’s new Year’s Eve. I am in the mall, or rather, the arena. The finish line for last minute buyers. I was patting myself on the back for my foresight and wisdom. What a joy, I hadn’t a care in the world. I didn’t have to wrestle the clock. All was falling into place perfectly. ...

Honor (A short story)

  The wind was pressing against the chieftain aching body. After days and days of trailing the enemy, now it has come to make things right. The chief’s resolve was now fueled by the heat of his simmering rage. Nothing could dampen the shrieking memories of his young ones slaughtered. After many years of existing ...

The New Me 

Let time witness my pain For I grow from the grounds fertile with my decaying past From  bones turned asunder and crumbling ash I emerge into the scalding light of day With groans of torment,I allow the hot humid air in my chest With this pain I beckon to all that is mighty and devine ...