Kyle Cejka
Bio
Kyle Cejka is an incarcerated author whose profile is facilitated by his Wife, Cydnie. He lacks direct internet access, but is determined to fulfill his lifelong dream of being a world-reknowned bestselling author despite any obstacles.
Stories (34/0)
Why Squirrels Are Quarrelsome
Have you ever been scolded by a squirrel? Have you ever seen two squirrels sitting on the same branch, quarrelling with one another? For all their apparent skittishness, squirrels are quarrelsome creatures -- but not because they are particularly ill tempered. They're just very good at insulting people. They enjoy it the way some people enjoy singing. You might not speak Squirrelish, but you would be surprised at some of the impressive insults squirrels have devised. It is their special Craft that, a long long time ago, a very special squirrel used to bring Light back to the world...
By Kyle Cejka10 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Mythmaker Challenge
Why the Willow WeepsRunner-Up in Mythmaker Challenge
Have you ever noticed that there are no trees quite like the Willow? Or wondered why it is called the "Weeping" Willow? Have you noticed that where almost all other trees reach high toward the sky, the Willow's branches reach instead toward the ground? Have you ever lay beneath a Willow's boughs and listened to her soft sighs and heard the sound of her weeping? Listen, now, and I will tell you a story about why this is...
By Kyle Cejka10 months ago in Fiction
The Wild Hunt, The Furious Host
Civilization never suited me. I wasn't born for soft comforts and tranquil nights. I wasn't born for quiet, polite conversations with people who smile through their teeth, nor have I ever learned to speak in that strange language where one says what is pleasant rather than what is true. No, I am a Wolf born and bred for the battlefield. I was born to howl at the moon as I run amok, wreaking havoc amongst my enemies. I was born for the exciting scents of sweat and fire and blood in the air; born for the tumultuous crash of steel and the wild rush of blood in my veins. Ah, that wild rush where the soul thrives, where exists only the sublime dance of the sword; of strength pitted against strength; where the strong survive, the weak perish, and the truest essence of the soul is expressed without reserve.
By Kyle Cejka11 months ago in Fiction
The Other Side of The Mirror
Most mornings when the lights come on, I'm already awake. I don't think I've had a full Night's sleep in my life, certainly not in the last nineteen years. The Nights I cannot remember dreaming are the best, when I just wake up and have to take time to reassess, to remember who I am and where I am. Those are good Nights for me.
By Kyle Cejkaabout a year ago in Criminal
Hell Is Repetition
It is said that Hell is repetition. I believe it -- that's all prison is. I live in River North Correctional Center in Independence, Virginia. My prison is classified as "Level 4" -- medium security, although it often seems that the those in charge are intent on operating it as much like a maximum security facility as they can get away with. Unfortunately for the residents of this facility, they get away with quite a bit.
By Kyle Cejkaabout a year ago in Criminal
The Dragon & The Wombat
The rushing wind felt good on Throdenixen's wings. Of all the gifts granted to dragons, flight was undoubtedly the greatest of them. There was no greater thrill than feeling the wind's icy fingers stroking his emerald scales, being caressed by warm thermals that lifted him higher in their silky embrace than any bird could fly, the sheer power of defying gravity with each powerful flap of his mighty wings --
By Kyle Cejka2 years ago in Fiction