The valley was so large that Sevir, while looking at it from the south end, could only see an outline of the mountains in the north. There was also, in fact, a large portion of the valley that Sevir could not see. It was hidden behind the mountains as a result of the valley’s bean-likeContinue reading “The Valley – Part 3”
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Series Wrap-up and Blog Update
After that evening when I told Nadia that I love her, we experienced a turbulent few weeks. It would make for quite the thrilling tale, but I would much rather keep it private. I prefer to preserve it so that it remains special and dear in my memory… After all of the commotion, on NovemberContinue reading “Series Wrap-up and Blog Update”
A Battle in Open Space
The battle raged on in open space as a silent symphony of death and destruction. Laser beams danced across the ships in a flurry of colors.
The Valley – Part 2
The sky was like a canvas for the sunrise. Tendrils of orange spread across the clouds whilst rays of gold pierced through them and bathed the white mountain peaks with light. The morning mist lay over the earth and a slight breeze tugged at the trees. The sun looked over the mountains in the eastContinue reading “The Valley – Part 2”
We Came, We Saw, We Loved – Part 10
There can be moments in a man’s life when there is a hurricane of emotion within his heart. When he is elated and feels as though he is soaring through the sky; but, his mind is not clouded and his judgment is not compromised.
The Valley – Part 1
Sevir felt his pulse in his head and his heart pounding in his chest. He constantly had to adjust his grip because his hands were sweaty. His arms and feet felt heavy. His breath was weak and unsteady. He felt as though he could fall already. Though just moments ago, he thought that he was ready to scale the cliff.
Be patient, be compassionate, be kind, and be gentle. You will find life far more pleasurable, and perhaps you will impact someone for the better.
We Came, We Saw, We Loved – Part 9
I quite enjoyed this period of life. I was blessed with a great apartment, plenty of food, loving parents, loyal friends, and a budding relationship.
Dalibor bent over to catch his breath. His throat felt ragged, as though the air was scratching it. His heart was pounding in his chest, his head was spinning, and his calves were burning. He let his bag drop off of his shoulder and sat down next to it on the ground, which was allContinue reading “The Prey”
I wrote this poem in March of 2020. Some time has passed since then, and I have grown a lot. Both in skill and in character. There are some things that I would change about the poem to make it better, but I’ve decided to share it unaltered. Let it serve as something to compareContinue reading “The Bench”