Stories

t is a collection of creative traffic. Imagine my track of imagination and creativity, a highway of sorts. All the work produced and posted here is the traffic. Thusly clearing the way to the turn offs I need to reach (my actual stories or large writing projects).

It makes sense after you think about it. But enjoy none-the-less.

Five years have passed since the battle at the Seat of Elijah. Braden has taken charge as stand in king. The kingdom had rebuilt itself to the golden shine it once had been. However, a storm blots the horizon, a body goes missing and a mysterious messenger attempts to summon Braden to a world he has never even heard of.Still troubled by the disappearance of Jeremy Worthington, Braden finds it in his heart to search for the True Speaker of Elijah even if it will take him to the brink of death.

Connor was evil. So fucking evil.

What the fuck are you looking at?

The story of Elijah and all of His peoples.

Brought together by the most incredible of circumstances, ten young men embark on an unexpected journey that’ll change the face of humanity as we know it . . . and tip the world on its head, while having the time of their lives!

We often talk about pride. A non-ego-enflaming element of pride is dignity. How do we dignify ourselves? How do we dignify others?

This is poem of love.

A world that is trying to find it's way inside ours, to take over, is waiting just beyond the mist. Calling them to it.

So what business does two boys, one enigmatic and the other a hothead together with a sheltered girl, lead by an untrustworthy angel have being there?

a collection of poetry i have written myself. I'm not really sure if it branches any themes so knock yourself out, be warned I'm amateur at best and poetry is not my strength. However I do love it.