no better reason to change | story

doth excerpt; reality and the love for human perception “To speak on perception for a moment, it is actually quite a curious occurrence. Would you like to hear about it? Oh, perfection! I am very sorry to go on so long, but I feel it is partially relevant to your question of the ‘how’ I…

Love and Understanding | Chapter 10

rough draft of demons of their heart excerpt. a trip to town. It was the coldest night of the season, and Santhan insisted Amalla dress for it.  Instead, the being had decided to wear a knee length dress of fern green and daisy white velvet that hugged the shoulders scooped at the neckline. Amalla’s new…

love of a divine

doth excerpt It was a sensation he believed he never could experience–that collective feeling and mutual sentiment that made two individuals completely bound in genuine oneness. A sentiment they both had shared upon their initial meeting, but one that would only be a modicum compared to what they each held for one another in the…

Writing 100+ Pages in 30 Days! | Saturday Ramblings

Happy Saturday! I took a break from posting on my blog, but it was all for good reason, I promise. I came up with a new story idea in the start of the summer, and it completely consumed me. I was sick of thinking about it, having all the different strings of plot points and…

Excerpt of Accursed Red Sequel

Here’s an excerpt of The Dark Hero, a sequel to my book Accursed Red. Check it out if you like dark fantasy and science fiction, and enjoy! ~ Rêve Cotton pillows resting heavy mounds of golden hair; pale skin and the dryness night had on a child’s throat; a window slightly ajar thus permitting the night…

The Town: Part 5

Jac’n had lugged his lightweight from door to door, knocking and hollering, kneeling and begging. There had to be one person in this barren, good-for-almost-nothing kind of town that would want him before he offed himself. Right? The door had been shut on him ten times—six women and four men—and now he had only two…

The Town: Part 4

To her feet ran millions of gold threads from her tiny head, flush against pallid, chalky skin. Like anyone in the town, she had two eyes: one eye a solid green; the other a dense brown. It was the charm and utter magnitude of her naked feelings that made her such an extraordinary spectacle; the…

The Town: Part 3

“I don’t know, Jac’n… she… she smells like the forest.” “She looks like a horse gal.” “Oh, yeah. She loves ‘em.” “So when’s this wedding happening again?” “Spring.” “Hmph… I still can’t believe you married a girl.” “Is that right?” “I don’t mean it to be sideways, Zackhy, but I… I find it real unfair…

The Town: Part 2

The two had married fifteen minutes after they had met each other. Not physically of course—for only a true fool would commit such a lustful crime. But rather in each of their minds they had formed a simple thought, one devoid of gowns and cakes and people and midnight: to marry until the sun stopped…