Another excerpt of The Dark Hero, the sequel to Accursed Red. Before you read, I have some awesome news: Accursed Red is now available on the Barnes and Nobles website! Check it out here. Enjoy! ~ They had done it. The Second Dimension—aka the universe’s biggest mistake, aka one of billions of mistakes—was finally coming…
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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…
~Why People Drift Apart~
~here’s an essay that I wrote for my literature class~ Having the reason to why psychological, unquantifiable events happen in the world often causes more harm than good. Finding out why a child was murdered, why a terrorist attack was committed, why a well-off man killed himself: sometimes the answers to these morbid sort of…
When All the World’s Problems Are Solved, is Optimism Still Necessary?
Of the thousands of battles and casualties scattered across the history of mankind, the philosophy of the highest value was hope. Hope to win a war in which no man could win. Hope that times of depression would fade and a golden era would eradicate such misery. Hope that no matter the circumstances our race…
Chosen One
They were the one. The chosen one. Why? Who cares! They were the one. They had to do this. No point in giving a reason, for this was destiny, put in place by the spirits above who pulled all the strings. But wait… why were they the chosen one? They didn’t have any special qualities,…
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…
The Town with Three Buildings
I think I had lived in a time of despair and chaos. There were six doors total I remembered, half of them to enter and the others to exit in a scuttle. At least, I suppose that’s how I did it. Ten guards, fifteen total people. I had no friends growing up. I learned to…
Sammicakes 