January 13, 2024, mid-morning: I finished my first full length novel. Or at least, I finished a first draft. Now I am recruiting beta-readers, or as I am fondly calling them, beta-fish, to read the draft and help me work towards editing it to be readable to an audience. But first, let us back track, and I shall explain how we got here in the first place.
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the creation of Gi, the child of Chaos, and the fathering of mortal men
Out of the darkness, Chaos wove himself a daughter, and named her Gi, and she was beautiful in his eyes. Gi was not a god, for she was not made of the gods, but of the darkness, and thus she aged. Watching her grow and mature, Chaos feared, and turned on Time, begging him to reverse her growth. But Time would not, for he loved Gi, and saw she wished to continue growing. Angry with her, Chaos pulled away, taking her only friend, Time, and left her alone.
Continue reading “the creation of Gi, the child of Chaos, and the fathering of mortal men”why don’t you feel anything anymore?
Numb fills your heart, drowns your thoughts, seeps at your soul. Your homework lays upon your desk, unfinished. Your art scatters across the floor, abandoned. Your dinner sits, untouched.
Why don’t you feel anything anymore?
Continue reading “why don’t you feel anything anymore?”hold on
Sometimes, you think the fear will drive you mad. Then you remember, it already has. The voices in your head. They are part of you, down to the bone. They have been with you since your childhood, helping you know what to say, telling you stories.
Continue reading “hold on”the beginning of Astéri, light incarnate, goddess of the sun
Time fell in love with Chaos’s creation, Gi, and by and by she bore him twins —male and female. The girl shone bright as all the stars above in the Darkness, and was called Astéri. The boy was pale as the ghost of long forgotten gods, and was called Chlomós. The two grew together, inseparable from the womb. Closest to Gi, over her the two watched, jealously guarding the mother they loved so dearly.
Continue reading “the beginning of Astéri, light incarnate, goddess of the sun”unfinished ballad
In a land …
To close by for comforts hand
A soldier in a crown
Set forth across the foreign ground.
portal to pirates ocean
My fingers danced over the controller, fiddling with the stick and pressing buttons ferociously. “Ugh!” I sat back and ran my hand through my hair, knocking my cat-eared headphones onto my shoulders. The screen in front of me bore the ominous screen of death:
Game over: GameZero died. Restart? Or …Pay five-thousand silver to continue.
Groaning I checked the amount of silver I had. 7,000.
“One more try, then I’ll play somethin’ else.” I clicked the ‘pay five thousand to continue’ and grabbed my headphones to slide them back on.
Continue reading “portal to pirates ocean”the coming of age of Taxídia, goddess of travels
Taxídia was with her mother among the mortals as she grew to adulthood. One day in a tavern she met a plain young man, whom she fell in love with. He was a sturdy traveler, skilled with the bow, and she accompanied him on many a journey. At the end of a particularly long journey, in the capital of Archaíos, he proposed to her.
Continue reading “the coming of age of Taxídia, goddess of travels”How Can I …
I slumped against the wall. Face the crowd …what for? A middle school graduation certificate?
“You ‘k?” Mandy brushed my bangs out of my face.
“T-think so?” I asked.
She shrugged, “I’m nervous too, but I’m sure it’ll go well.” My heart slammed into my ribs painfully and my mind screamed with fright.
“See you at dinner,” Mandy said. I clutched the shirt over my heart and watched her leave. My knees crumpled beneath me and I collapsed to the ground shaking with relief. Talk’n is stressful. Avoiding everyone on my way I slipped back into my bedroom and locked the door. Collapsing onto the unmade bed I stared at the ceiling. The glow-in-the-dark stars glued to the ceiling were barely visible in the noon-day sunshine streaming through my window. I craned my head back to look at the inspirational sayings taped over my walls: one step at a time; you can do this; you were born original, don’t die a copy; if you can dream it, you can do it. Rolling onto my side I curled into a ball, how can I ‘do it’ if I can’t even talk to people?