For there is no freedom from me.
There is only freedom through me!!!
The ABCs of 1 2 Me
The ABCs of 1 2 Me Because I needed a title of some sort. I have seen this theme pop up a time or three and thought I’d toss my entry in. I wasn’t tagged by anyone, nor do I have anyone to tag. I have a lot to juggle and do not engage enough. We all have things to juggle, of course, I’m just not very good at it.
The Old Gods claim a new Disciple, the Conclusion
Mocking laughter followed Lila from the clearing where the ruins had stood. When she looked back, the clearing itself was gone. Just like the ruins where she had been, well, where she had been ruined. Lila’s hand went to her chest and twisted her shirt as her face grimaced in despair. Somehow she lost her balance and with a cry fell on her rear.
The Old Gods claim a new Disciple
Lila stretched luxuriously on the soft bed she splayed out on, looking out the window as the horizon brightened with the approach of the rising sun. The cottage her family was staying at was gorgeous, expensive, and quite comfortable. She was so glad her parents stayed here on this “dream vacation” to Arilon. Her college graduation was fast approaching, and not long after that, she would marry her future husband. Her father was quite put out with the fact she was rushing into marriage so soon after reaching her majority, but Justin was one of those rare boys that already displayed the man he would become. Even at her young age, she knew he was the man she wanted. She had plans for her life, and she wanted him to be in it. Her father slowly came around to the idea, or at least made peace with it. However, he had always wanted to visit exotic Arilon once in his life, and he insisted they go as a family before she began the next chapter of her life.
Meet Daniel Zindane
Oh, it’s my pleasure. You saved my kids’ lives. I can deny you nothing. Certainly not an interview. Besides, if I ever get eaten, torn to pieces, or cooked in a lava pit, it will be a comfort knowing there’s some sort of record of our time here. Maybe it would make its way home like the proverbial message in a bottle.
The Queen of the Unliving
"What is a novice of Kirshara doing standing at my doorstep?" The Seer demanded. "Your order has no love of my kind." The Seer was said to be blind, and those milky white eyes certainly seemed to confirm that, but those eyes were locked on me and it felt like they were staring into my soul. She was dressed in a simple gray robe, and holding a sturdy looking cane that probably knocked a head or two. The Seer’s wrinkled face indicated she wanted to do so now
Writing through depression
A thousand voices yelling at the top of their lungs. Music plays almost constantly, sometimes a song from Pink Floyd, sometimes the theme from an 80s cartoon, or anything I’ve heard over the years. Images play, scenes from movies or tv shows, or favorite books are played out in my mind, sometimes perfect recreations, sometimes a “what if '' scenario, or if I am feeling whimsical I’ll even insert skinny me.
The Wheel of Time turns, and an intriguing world comes to life
“The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legends fade to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.” is how my favorite fantasy series begins. In other words, I couldn’t come up with a good first line to hook you in, so I stole one. In my defense, how does one start an article singing praises about a series 15 novels long, counting 4.4 million words and 2700 characters?
Meet Jessica Zindane
Okay, I have never liked interviews. Always questions questions questions. And they always want answers, I know that’s the point, but I don’t have to like it. MY name? You already know my name. Okay okay, my name is Jessica Zindane, everyone calls me Jess, except for you and my dad. Dad does it because he’s, well, Dad. I think you only do it to annoy me. Yes Yes, you don’t have the same emotions as me, but the end result is the same. For all your talk of being dispassionate, there’s a rebellious streak in you. You’re here now, aren’t you?
The Holiest of Ponds
The world looked different than in the previous Vision. Myrmadon had stabilised and most of the visible damage from the previous upheavals had been erased. The sun shone brighter than before, and somehow made the planet seem more green than blue. There were two huge landmasses, connected by a narrow strip of land, that took up most of a hemisphere. The other half was a massive ocean. This was a very different world.