A place to collect thoughts.

I write sometimes. Not always, but sometimes. When I do, I feel a strong urge to share my work. I have done this since I was a teenager, and I appreciate watching the arc of my growth and introspection across my life so far. Though I sometimes begrudge the person I was, he kind of sucked. I can't argue it was a step along my journey.

I will collate and share some of these writings here on this blog. Some are personal, some are creative. Some are new, some are very old. I think some are halfway decent, and frankly, at worst they are a window into the mind of another time and person. Maybe these writings help someone in their own personal struggle. Or perhaps they can help the reader understand my path a little better. Whatever the outcome, welcome.

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Fiction: The Hozl's - Chapter One

“Just write something. Put the first question that comes to your mind.” Two shadowed figured huddled warily by the light of a single dim candle. A cold wind whipped through the trees, cutting through their cloaks as they pulled them tighter. “What if I write the wrong words? Or, or, what if I can’t think of the right question to ask?” The voice of a young boy responded hesitantly, an edge of fear not unfit for the situation. “You can’t you fatuous child, just, write whatever comes to mind. Whatever you put down, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” “You do it.” He said, holding a small notebook and a piece of charcoal towards his companion. “You can both do it if you want, but you should be first. You picked me up.” The voice spoke once more. It was at this moment that a casual observer, undoubtedly bundled against the cold forest night themselves, may have begun to note the source of the initial voice. It was not coming from either of the young anxious children in cloak...

Nonfiction: For those that have seen those eyes, poetic angst from a younger man.

I was born into a religious home. I was raised "non-denominational Christian", though different teachers at different times went as far as teaching me that the earth was less than 6000 years old and evolution was a lie placed by Satan to confuse us. I genuinely studied and argued that because a flagellum worked, God had to have created it. It took many years for my later, complete rejection of religion to reach a healthy place. Nowadays I believe that while faith can be the most devastatingly destructive elements of modern society, it can also bring happiness, joy, and peace to a life. While I hold no faith or belief in a deity myself, I no longer hate or revile those that do. The writing below is from January 2005. I have not updated my edits, it is as it was when I was 18 years young. I first shared it with my then girlfriend. We often discussed religion, and ultimately it was my rejection of Christ's teachings that was the final straw in our destructive and messy tee...

Fiction: The Tumultuous Tale of Isley Lamia - Chapter 1 - Thibeault

A character crafted for a friend's world. Isley is complicated and not a good person. I chose to tell his story, at least at first, from the perspective of his family. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Thibeault Lamia walked confidently down the assembly halls. Another debate, another rousing victory for the Lamia family and the Empire as a whole. The Grand Duchess consistently reviled stooping to what she called: “too kindly trade agreements with the colonists”. It was quite a feat, between Thibeault and some other level headed voices he had managed to broker a rather excellent agreement between Kiva and the Meliorans, despite all odds. He was excited to head home with the news. Isaac would be proud, he had been so curious about the details this morning. Thibeault smiled despite himself as he strutted down the crowded halls. Isaac was turning twelve this year, and he was one of the most astute children Thibeault had ever had the pleasure of kn...

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