An open letter to a person I hate(d)

I felt hate for you, and now all I feel is tired.

Episode 2

chapter 2 the foil The days passed with the monotonous, but pleasant, hum of repetitious manual labor, with products to show for it. Jilyan began to suspect that during her cushiony childhood, she had missed out. When she caught her reflection in the mirror pane in the anteroom of the

[Title?], Work-in-Progress - Episode 1

Thank you for lighting the fire underneath me to get started, Kelsey. :) prologue He looked from over the edge of the railing, what he had once jokingly called “the Balustrade.” The wood beneath his hand was ragged. The ground on which his eyes fell was ragged. For a moment -

The view out my window this April morning

A momentary slice of sun cleaves the shadows of a misty dawn -- Spotlit, splendid stands a single home upon a gilded hill. I envy her, although I cannot reason why, And think she envies me the very spot from which I spy.

what I made for Elayne

'In this phial,' she said, 'is caught the light of Eärendil's star...It will shine still brighter when night is about you. May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out. Galadriel, from The Lord of the Rings

Reflection on Loss

Grief and grief and grief are strikes between which breath is impossible – leaving first, a reeling mind half-alive and second, dark, strange bruises. The colours of these marks clear, but move just so, and the pain underneath reminds the body where it yet lives – Wherefore, we plead peace with passing

a defensible argument

favorite pen: Pilot Juice up 04 in black (0.4 mm)

Farewell, my one knight

Stay thee, man arrayed in armor fair; By thy honor, ‘fore thou go This, my precious standard, bear: This, my passion and my woe. Pray thee, lover, soldier, friend; By our bond ‘neath the Divine Take my hand, and to it bend To kiss; e’en so, my mouth is

Why did I ever choose iMovie?

I finally ditched iMovie for Filmmaker Pro (which has treated me very well, so far). Hasta la vista, babehhhh This means a few things, namely that 1. I will maintain a higher level of daily sanity, and 2. I really, truly need to update my acting/performance reel. Again. This

A Last Days Moment

I watch you, quiet, as a cacophony must be ringing in your ears only Your every cell wars. Every soldier is deployed at last, for the final, desperate charge. All I hear is machines ticking and clicking, A small “beep,” Your breathing, and the sounds of your pain as you

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In reading a novel, any novel, we have to know perfectly well that the whole thing is nonsense, and then, while reading, believe every word of it. Finally, when we’re done with it, we may find—if it’s a good novel—that we’re a bit different from

A Real Query

Codependence needs to be defined wisely in order for us to understand that humans were made to live in community. To quote an antiquated animated movie I still love: If you're gonna hunt humans, you might wanna remember that we travel in packs. From the film Titan A.

Philosophy of writing

Is now, and shall [longer] be…

Exist-pencil meanderings…

Poetry

There IS a Time for Looking at the Ground

Let me never not look up again — But here, right now, The lake-sand is blue in the clouded midday grey-sky and the broken reeds are quick and sharp — I must pick my way through them. So, I step slow, and Images in the corner of my eye are dreamy, and

Weird Stuff About Me

Jaimie, really?

Daily writing promptWhat's a job you would like to do for just one day? View all responses Drill sergeant.

Sketched

The Maw of Tash

Sometimes my anxiety feels a lot like Tirian's premonition: that he would be fed into the mouth of Tash's stable ere the day's end. The metaphor holds - if you've read The Last Battle, you know that Tash may well be in

Sketched

Digory finds the hedge + the tree

Bloodlines

One Decade Later…

I've finished the first draft of a work of children's literature, entitled The Delta Door. I might keep a few skeletal pieces, but most of the body is going to be, shall we say, transmogrified. Honestly, I was okay with the text until I did a

Short Story

Secondary Color - A work-in-progress

Okay! I finally got so tired of not posting anything, I decided I'm going to post EVERYTHING. Well, maybe not everything, but I'll at least give you part of a short story I've written. Maybe you can help me get some traction on it.

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Shaking, pt. 4

It was Ileniel's birthday, and despite the persnickity scholar's wishes, both Namiss and Antian had insisted on trying to prepare a grand meal for him. Namiss because she was Namiss, and she did such things, and Antian because against all odds, he and Ileniel had become

Bloodlines

Shaking, pt. 3

Haven't read part 2 of "The Shaking of Epheria" yet? Catch up here. He smiled, white teeth flashing, and inclined his head to her. "Sifani a-vinna Leyone." Sifani's opened her mouth in a stupid, wordless greeting. It turned out not to be

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Shaking, pt. 2

Dear reader, if you haven't already, it would behoove you to read the first installment of the second book of the "Bloodlines" Triology before you proceed here. Enjoy! As soon as that new scene came into being on the canvass of reality, thought and memory and

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The Shaking of Epheria, pt. 1

This is the first installment of the second book of the "Bloodlines" trilogy, by yours truly. I will post the entire draft of the book here in serialized form before I collate and publish it for Amazon Kindle. The Shaking of Epheria is a working title. Prologue He

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"Bloodlines of Epheria" Book Now Available on Amazon!

At long last! The piece of fantasy fiction I posted in serialized form on my blog is now collated, edited, and Kindle-i-fied! If you haven't kept up with Bloodlines of Epheria, Book 1 of The Bloodlines Trilogy, or are interested in how I edited the entire piece based