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You Are A Story

What if we are the ones being read?
What if we are the stories; the horrors, the fantasies, the romances, the failings, the exultant endings?

Maybe some of us will receive 1-star reviews, and others 5, while the rest remain somewhere in the middle.
Are some of us mere quotes, powerful in our curtness, or are we full-length novels, with twists and turns, some swathed in beige cloaks while others adorn themselves in purple robes? Some of us will say more in a few words than others can in 100,000 of them.
Are we fat with adverbs, or strong and lean with simplicity?

Do we step into the light, and feel the true warmth of the sun by sharing our brokenness, our scars, our mental anguish, or do we hide in darkness, in mist, grey and cold in our fear of consequence?

Do our words sear, and scream with passion, or do we stifle the air, the imagination, the soul?

Do we fight to give this unseen reader a new message, or remind her of one that defies time itself, or do we at least offer a moment of escapism, making a smile stretch across her face and her eyes snap with joy?

Are we the antagonist, the hero, the anti-hero? Will we see the end of the story, or are we merely a life that supports the true players?

Are we to be put down, never being lifted again, or will we be read until “The End“?

Will we live past the last page, appearing in other stories…as the hero?

If we are the ones being read, are our stories worth reading?

Human Element via Robotaki Studios

Human Element via Robotaki Studios

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Don’t Call Me Writer

Allie Burke inspires.

ORGANIC COFFEE, HAPHAZARDLY

typewriter

So I wrote that post called Don’t Call Me Author for a friend’s blog way back when and I think it says something like Call Me Writer Instead of Author but I sometimes say shit that just doesn’t make sense.

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Lily & Luke

Aspire No More

Lily sat still for a moment, looking at her feet. Her dark hair fell over her face, hiding her violet eyes. Across the room, Luke said nothing and only stared blankly back at her.

“I bet you’re thinking about what I’m thinking, aren’t you?” She said still looking down. She lifted her head and blew her bangs back over her forehead. “No matter what you say, I won’t let you go,” she said looking straight into his eyes. He said nothing. “We’ve been through so much,” she continued.

“I know you say I may be too controlling. I’m too manic for your simple take on life. But you know what Luke? I love you. Don’t you understand that?”

Her eyes stayed on his but he still had yet to speak. He didn’t even blink.

I’m the one that taught you to be this way. I’m the one who showed you…

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5 Tips For Freelance Writers

Luke Writes What You Read

Every day people ask “How do you start writing?”, blissfully unaware that the answer is the last two words of their own question.

startwriting Behold, five fruits of my writing experience:

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Status

 

 

“Chance means nothing. Fate means nothing. In fact the two are sisters, holding out a snare for anyone who would listen to their beautiful words. Choice is what decides what will become of us, of you. Read a prophesy or listen to a great foretelling until the words are seared into your soul. It matters not. Only when you decide to go one way or the other, and only when you choose to live…

…this way…or that, do things start to happen.”

Excerpt from The Stories: Book One Genesis

New blog post entitled “Duality” coming this week. Please stay tuned!

 

 

 

Word.


…and the nominees for Debut Author are…

Hello all! I’ve been nominated by Twisted Core Press for Debut Author for my short story, Envy.

I really am grateful for this honor and I would greatly appreciate your help!

It takes a few seconds and there is nothing to sign or pledges to make.  Thank you all. I’ve felt the support and love since day one and really appreciate it still!

Clink the link and vote!

http://twistedcorepress.com/

Word. 

“Envy is more than jealousy. It doesn’t simply covet what another has, it hates him for having it. Christoph hates Jhonen, not just for what he has, but for who he is in the eyes of others. Christoph’s envy drives him to unspeakable acts against those who would show him kindness. Can Christoph be saved from the darkness consuming him body and soul? And if so, what could be powerful enough to overcome the deadly sin of ENVY?”

-Envy.

About Envy: Envy was an excellent exploration into the nature of man and I have a new ten dollar word in my language arsenal: Schadenfreude! -Dawn Jayne

Five star reviews! 

Review of Envy by The Bookish Brunette

This humbles me, yes.

Envy II


He’s Here

He's Here


I’m Back.

Yes, I am, and I am stronger than ever. Where have I been, you MIGHT ask? Working in the “real” world. Working a lot. But of course the reason I have the word “real” in “” is because this, this blog, this writing thing, my musical endeavors, my dreams and hopes for my family and I…

 

…THIS is my REAL world.

 

Dig?

 

My post is short. But there is only so much time. I’ve been enjoying this amazing song by these very talented young men for a while but just recently got my hands on the lyrics. This is me. This is who I am. This is tattooed on my heart. I share these words with you, and give many deserved props to Embracer.

Give it up.

“My whole life I’ve been waiting for a sense of stability but all I do, all I’ve done, is cry over the fact
that some people just sit and let the world walk over them,
some people don’t care to strive for more, they just take what they can get.

But I won’t let you lead that life, although you’re broken,
You’re broken, just like me. I’ll still love you for your flaws,
and everything you seem to hate about yourself.
All those things I couldn’t make you believe to help you through this mess of the world,
To bring you closer to life.

Nights like these always made me feel like I’d never be enough.
I’d never be perfect, I’d never be you,
All I wanted was to pull you from this point of time,
from this miserable state of mind,
But you’ve lost your way.
You’re consumed by this image of what your loved ones want you to be.

Wake up the love we had, the feelings we shared when we were younger.
All I know is that we’ve strayed too far, we’ve gone into the dark,
and all I want is to feel you again, for us to feel the light again,
So just come back home. Come back to me.

All of those times you saw me silent and sulking, I was thinking of you,
all of those days you saw me screaming and fighting, I was fighting for you.”

Embracer, “Glory Days”

WORD.

 


Love/Hate

There are some who are swept up in love’s sweet embrace.

And there are some who wish to slap it in the face.

The ones who feel love feel the suns rays upon their skin!

and the others want nothing more than for them to keep it all in.

But love is freeing and pure, it brings joy!

Nah, love is just a clever marketers ploy.

No, I believe that true love will win out in the end.

Yeah! Because the more you love, the more you have to spend!

I think you’re just hurt from a past love gone wrong.

Well, yeah…we…we even had our own song.

You see this hurt inside is making your eyes blind to truth.

What do you mean? Of love I have no proof!

You do deep within, in your memories, there must be some good!

You know what you’re right…they’re coming back to me like a flood…

Think on your family, your friends, your successes

I am, and also thinking of that girl in the black tresses

Well, that too, and while you’re at it I must say, I love you…

I suppose you’re right, my true friend…and you know what? I love you too.

Word. Happy Valentine’s Day.

 


Lily & Luke

A pale light streamed in through the single window, giving sight to the particles of dust in the air. Lily sat still atop a desk, looking at her feet, dangling freely. Her dark hair fell over her face, hiding her grey eyes. Across the room, Luke said nothing, and only stared blankly back at her.

“I bet you’re thinking about what I’m thinking, aren’t you?” She said still looking at Luke through narrow eyes. “Try and guess.” She lifted her head and blew her bangs back over her forehead. “No matter what you say, I won’t let you go,” she said looking straight into his eyes.

He said nothing.

“We’ve been through so much,” she continued. “I know you say I may be too controlling. Too much for you to to manage. But you know what Luke? I love you. Don’t you understand that?” Her eyes stayed on his but he still had yet to speak. He didn’t even blink.

I’m the one that taught you to be this way. I’m the one who showed you how to be strong. I’m the one, who showed you how to stand up for yourself! When we met…you were…how can I say this? You were pretty weak.”

He glanced at her.

“A pushover. Now? Now it’s as if nothing can harm you.”

She squinted her eyes in frustration.

“What’s that look? Luke?”

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Embrace Hope.

I say we make this happen. We must set this world ablaze with hope. We can. We are the fuel.

I saw this status posted on Facebook by Jennifer Wright, who in turn found this somewhere else. I take no credit for the idea…but yeah…

…we can make this happen.

Whether she wears pink or blue…or GOLD, something like this can and will make an enormous difference.

Here you can sign a petition.

Petition

Here you can Like and support pages that spread this cause!

Hope.

Beautiful and Bald Barbie! Let’s see if we can get it made

…and if you’re on Facebook, join here.

Mattel Make This

Like so many movements, it starts with one.

That one lit the match.

#wearethefuel

The author of this plea is Randall Cooper of Aiken, SC.


Will you Hate Me Forever, If I Told You The Truth?

Mm ba ba de
Um bum ba de
Um bu bu bum da de
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure – that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da – that’s o.k.
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow – gets me higher
Pressure on people – people on streets
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba
O.k.
Chippin’ around – kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap
People on streets – ee da de da de
People on streets – ee da de da de da de da
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow – gets me higher high high
Pressure on people – people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love
but it’s so slashed and torn
Why – why – why ?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance
Why can’t we give love that one more chance
Why can’t we give love give love give love give love
give love give love give love give love give love
‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the light
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure.

Word.

Tis’ the season of love is it not?  I wrote a status a while ago. Then recently I wrote another similar to the first:

I really don’t care if you’re gay or straight. 

I don’t even care of you’re slim or overweight. 
If you’re white or Latino, black or Filipino, you know none of that stuff really matters to me. 
Only thing worth knowing is God’s love, is free.

Then…I saw this and I had to share.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re atheist or Christian, Hindu or Muslim, straight, gay, transsexual, black or white, or anything and everything between. I love you. I care about you as people, as individuals. You are not targets to convert. You are people that I love and people I want to invest in. I want to love you in the best way I know how – and that’s loving you how Jesus does. Unconditionally. ♥”–Julianna Pardue

Many say I am an inspiration. I cannot claim that without feeling humbled greatly. But I will say love is indeed my greatest inspiration. And is the reason I do what I do. God’s Love. This is no preaching. Far from it.

Sometimes the very quote that you’re seeking out for inspiration…is in your very own heart.

Merry Christmas.

 

 

the title of this blog post was written by my wife Jennifer for a song we are writing.


The Winter Issue!

We continue on with lil Pemberton, the miscreant and resident human in the Forest That Screams…

Pemberton searched high. He searched low.

But he could not find his November Issue, “Oh! Where did it go?”

He has never before been so sad,

save for the day he wandered into the forest, oh, it was bad.

But since then he has found his home

among the ghouls and Gruns…and misshapen gnomes.

Something new and fresh now covered the ground

’twas white and clean and fell with no sound.

The eerie screams from the forest they cried,

“This is the day the keeper of the Forest died!”

The snow began to take shape it did seem,

and now lil Pemberton was beginning to gleam

that the form before him was that of a man!

“So this was my predecessor, the leader of the clan?”

Before they could answer, the spectre, he spoke:

“My, what a pudgy and pale little bloak*!”

Pemberton stepped up to the man, looked at his face,

“This is now my little space!”

“Very well!” the blue tinted man sneered,

in his hands it looked like a book now appeared

Pemberton forgot all about the man’s  icey stare,

for now he had the Winter Issue…for all the Forest to share.

Click the brilliant cover.

Winter Issue: arte by Crystal Ord

Word.

*thank you, E.


The Importance Of Mentors

I journeyed for what seemed like days. To a place no one knew about. At least I hoped no one knew. I left behind everything but my mind and wit. And resolve. All things intangible, yes, but each worth more than the most precious diamond. My boots were muddied as I made my way to the top of the hill where I left him standing there, alone. He was afraid. Of what? Of me not returning. See, I brought something else with me. I brought him with me. To kill him. Yes. I know. How shameful. How, how morbid, right? Well, say what you will but he had to go. I was tired of hearing his voice! His face just made me want to jab something in my own eyes. I often cupped my hands over my ears in an attempt to silence him. To no avail. That shrill piercing voice. Damn it. It nearly killed me. I was tired of being strong. I tried being reasonable. I was tired of being reasonable! He didn’t care.

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Stop. Seriously.

I was hanging a picture up for my daughter, she’s five, and she started singing. She likes “Moves Like Jagger.” It’s her Maneater.*

I’ve heard her before, but maybe because everything else was quiet, I listened. My daughter can sang. I’m not just saying that because she’s my daughter. But because I’m a singer. My dad is a singer. It runs in the family.

That’s not the point.

Point is… hearing her precious little voice made me think of how very awful it would be to hear her cry. I mean, she’s cried before. She’s had her shots. She’s been upset. My wife and I have consoled her. But I mean, cry from within. I thought of how terrible it would be to have her abused. Or hurt. Emotionally. Mentally. To have her heart saddened. I know in life every one must endure some sadness and pain. We can learn and many times, grow from life’s trials and tribulations. It’s part of this whole living thing.

Without chaos, how can we know how strong we are?

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