James Lassiter
Bio
I love writing. I've loved expressing myself and my thoughts on paper at a young age. As I grow older, my desire to spread light and love through every platform possible grows with me. If you happen across my platform, say hi.
Stories (7/0)
The Ildahn Incident
Beneath Lightbringer Tower, King Arcturus brooded, listening to the endless issues conveyed by his advisors. The radiance of the tower’s Aetherium core cast a violet glimmer over them. Normally, the king enjoyed basking in the glow, but with worlds demanding more Aetherium batteries, terrorists attacking supply convoys, and pirates stealing supplies, he was hard-pressed to feel anything other than exasperation. Not to mention the rumor that some of the dragon clans were unhappy with his rule and plotting to occupy other planets. Today was not a good day.
By James Lassiter2 years ago in Fiction
Being
"Freedom. Power. On scales the human brain could never hope to comprehend. And how could it? Humans are entirely preoccupied with the minutiae of day-to-day living. Working to live. The struggles of finding a mate and raising a brood to adulthood, hoping that they were able to educate them enough to be productive members of a society that, let's be honest, will eventually be its own undoing.
By James Lassiter2 years ago in Fiction
How My Job Saved My Life
There I was, unemployed, utterly broke, depressed, and pretty scared. I had just left a job that, while it did not make any money, still felt like somewhat of a safe space. Safety is relative, I know. I was in that loop of telling myself it will get better when in the back of my mind, I knew it wouldn’t. At least not in the amount of time I needed it to. My girlfriend was working a job that sapped her soul regularly, and a lack of income from my end meant she was stuck as well. On top of that, my parents were practically keeping me afloat, financially. #Sad.
By James Lassiter2 years ago in Motivation
Ignorance Is Turmoil
It’s Monday morning. You wake up feeling freshly sober from the relaxing high of the weekend past. You have little expectation for the coming week, a blank slate. Yet, as you get out of bed, you stub your toe, or step on a child’s toy, or even a dog toy, immediately associating your first impression of the day with pain and negativity. You find that the same culprit of your first interaction with the day has had an accident that requires your immediate attention and your routine is already running behind. It doesn’t have to be these exact occurrences but any series of unfortunate events that can deter you from beginning your day in a positive manner. You’re ultimately late for work and you end up chastised for it by your supervisor. Knowing it wasn’t your fault, it’s hard not to feel like the universe is conspiring against you today and even harder keeping it from showing in your language (verbal and body).
By James Lassiter3 years ago in Humans
My Relationship with Writing
I love to tell stories. Ideas come to me in my dreams, in the shower, and even on the toilet (I know I'm not alone there). For all my enjoyment telling stories, I have yet to officially tell my own. I guess part of my love of storytelling is the fact that it doesn't have to be about me. Sort of an escape from my own reality. Sometimes it's nice to create the life for a character that you, yourself, would've found exciting. There are certainly several reasons I enjoy writing. It's a release. It exercises the brain. It's outright fun. Okay, yes, I like writing. I've made that abundantly clear. I'm probably just stalling. So here goes, my story. For you.
By James Lassiter3 years ago in Motivation
I TRUST YOU
Useless. Helpless. Heart-broken. There is no other way I could describe the way I felt as I received the most devastating news of my life. The doctor left the examination space while my father lay on a cot. Cancer. The gigantic C that claims lives every day, yet I never anticipated it happening to myself or someone I love. I went rigid in the uncomfortable chair just two feet from where my father lay. I looked into his eyes, a difficult thing for me to do on a regular day, too intimate. The windows to the soul are powerful indicators of what someone is thinking when you know what to look for. This time, however, there was nowhere else I could place my gaze. He met it with his own naturally serene stare.
By James Lassiter3 years ago in Motivation
