New Works

So, lately I’ve been pretty busy between a few big things in my life. Since the beginning of summer, when my blog hit its top hits-per-day, I’ve been through severe writer’s block, lost and found my writing voice, learned some pretty serious graphic design, and my latest project: I’m learning to edit video! I’ll admit, I’m pretty excited about that one. Video editing is something I know I’ll always be able to make good use of.

Anyway, getting a little more on point after the random update, I’ve also started a new longer project. It began as a pet project that I worked on one night while bored, but I think it’s turning into something bigger. A few weeks ago I posted the first chapter and the prologue, but since then I’ve added four more chapters. I won’t post it all here since that would be a huge blog post, but I’d love it if you check it out here.

So yeah, that’s what’s been happening in my world!

World Folding

This is written for Inspiration Monday and Sunday Picture Press. Thank you both for the wonderful prompts. I loved working with the combination so much before when I wrote the Talisman, I just had to try this again. (:

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World Folding

They said it was a gift, our ships let us become rich. However much risk, whatever the cost, the wealth and thrill we plundered made everything worth it. Chances to prove ourselves among the clans, win pleasure and retire to it, maimed but well known for our courage.

Loud creaking timber. A roar of victory from the flames when it snapped and tumbled to the deck. Sickening screams from those it crushed. The moon glowing faintly past the smoke-filled sky. I chose the fate of my life. I bound myself to this ship. They told me I was just a scrawny boy, not worth training. Not a viking. Who has proved his courage now?

It’s world folding. The flames have taken us now. The ship is down. Now I wonder, what good is the glory I cannot revel in? 

Our ship slides into the dark water’s glow, no longer adrift. The moon still shines on us. It is good-by.

Our give is a curse now. It drags us below with it.

I chose this. Just the puny cabin boy.

Screams become pleading gurgles from drowning men.

The water’s cold embrace takes us all.