I’m a writer. I’ve known it all along. I ignored it all along. I don’t care to silence it anymore...💋
Episode 1 The rhythmic sounds of clickety clacking and powerful vibrations caused by the sand papered roughness on the wheel and rail surfaces make it difficult to reclaim my sanity. Hysteria creeps in like depression that has been patiently waiting for a response.
Your Soul to Take
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The story I’m about to tell will possess your soul, so if you believe in the supernatural existence of fate then you should leave long before I begin, or your souls will be condemned.
The Reptilian Mutations
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Long ago these lands were colonized by mortals. For them the land and every living organism within the ecosystem was there to serve and provide the essentials of life. The trouble was they weren’t preserving it. As the centuries cycled the resources of the waning lands grew deficient so they turned to an ancient witchcraft of science. Science, more powerful than anything the world had encountered up until then, exceedingly more powerful than any grand wizard, sorcerer, or mage and it is told because of this power the reptilian species mutated along with that of the land.
Something Dark is Coming
My cousin Thrasher was a mischievous thing. He was always riding along the curbside of malice. If he saw a rock; he had to pick it up and throw it. If he saw a stick, he had to pick it up and break it. If ever he saw a bird’s nest out on a limb…that’s right, he had to find a way to shake it. Our summers were always spent together. His mom and my mom were identical twins, so we weren’t just any cousins, we were first cousins!
Suffice it to say that, while enduring the woes of the ‘have nots’ during the 90s in Kalamazoo, MI, the idea of beauty and perfection wasn’t exactly at the forefront of my cerebral cortex. Put plainly, I was your traditionally featured tomboy like Vada Sultenfuss in the 1991 classic, My Girl. I rocked bushy brows, baggy clothes, a ponytail, and some severely scarred extremities. I was flat chested and a mess. I literally cringe with anxiety when I come across throwback photos from that decade.