Ismus was at the gates of Serabi’s castle. They were open, broken. It was ugly, but she already knew that. Aloes had lived here. Ismus had lived here too. When she made it inside the castle after breezing past the open main entrance, she forgot her name entirely and all she could remember was something good was now lost. Suffering and liberating.
Everything was dark and quiet except for the ghostly call of the man (now very far away) and the faint plucking of his strings, singing: “Maybe down in lonesome town, I can learn to forget…”
Rustling to scurrying. Stirs to sprints. Murmurs to growls. Heavens silent, and Hell raising itself loud. To curse the child Of a line unfit For Kings don’t replace Kings Without a war to win. Can you hear it? Can you hear? Can you? They were roaring... they were ready... ~ Hello and hello! I took … Continue reading Can you hear it? | Dark Hero Poem
My least satisfying days are the ones where I am both restless and drained. I feel like I’m not doing enough, like there are more responsibilities I should be handling, and I wonder if I’m working as hard as I should. I feel fidgety, squirming on the inside. But at the same time, I’m too … Continue reading How Hard Are You Working?
There aren’t really any instructions when it comes to writing. People find a lot of answers or resources for the careers they are pursuing after doing a quick online search. But writing is different. Especially for teen authors. I am no expert in this field, and I would be lying if I said I knew … Continue reading Support for Teen Authors Wanting to Self-Publish