Stories

Under the phases of the moon, Jimmy Coutreau is hunting, following the howls that don't belong. A loner by choice, he finds himself fascinated by Sawyer Thomas, a man who doesn't belong in his world, but here he is anyways.

Poems

Companions to Purpose- most of these are just a scene or at most two that chronologically predate the start of Purpose. Thanks to Dark for the concept - Waylon Crossing Chronicles was the inspiration for this idea. Enjoy.

My response for prompt number 444: Would you, please, go to sleep? I tried to do something different for this one, and it's my first time responding to a prompt! It was great fun!

This is a collection of my poetry. Subjects are frequently turbulent and volatile in nature, but will also include more reflective pieces on nature, the universe, and life in general.

A collection of my poetry that comes from evaluating myself. These are some thoughts and reflections that go through my mind as I live my life. The poems in this collection come from the train of thought of wanting to better myself, and how to move forward as a better man. From thoughts of my family, to lessons taught, these are my reflections.

Egypt has turned her back on the gods of creation. A storm of death is coming, and the rain will wash away the transgressions.

'I collect pretty boys. Whenever I see one—slight and effeminate, with long lashes and rosy lips—I want to own him. I want to make him want me. Adore me. Love me.'

A rather odd young man's life, summed up in less than 2000 words.

Young Prince Elias watches his father be brutally slaughtered and attempts to find shelter from an invading and terrifying force.

A demon general, whose human name is Dominick, leads the invading army of demons to bring harm to the royal family. But once his eyes lay about the young prince, he decides he wants a human bride.

Elias is terrified yet defiant, refusing to be dominated by such creature. Little does he know though: He's in for a world of hell.

He had left his old life behind. At least, that was what he thought. He didn’t realize that his memories were just locked up in some dark chamber of his brain.