Jason Knightman
Bio
I'm a half-centennial, aspiring new author in the Columbus, Ohio, area. Ultimately, I hope to write three trilogies with my first set of concepts, along with a few short stories.
Stories (19/0)
In Memoriam
I created this poem to help a friend through a mutual loss of someone we had lost six months earlier due to the fact that that person's birthday arrived. It's rather sing-song, but just in case it may help someone else in the same situation, I am providing it below.
By Jason Knightman11 months ago in Poets
..and Everything in its Place
I have a younger sister, and when we were little, my mother encouraged us to learn the ABCs and count and start reading things before we were even in kindergarten. Later, as she got a little bit older, one of the things my sister was proud of when she first could do it was to sound out words with the alphabets she learned. She would go around various things and point and sound out words such as on television, refrigerator contents, and so on. We would help her if she got it way wrong or encourage her when she got it right. This is important, later.
By Jason Knightmanabout a year ago in Humans
Solemate
I am Alcandal’Thanazzar – or just Candle, to the mortals who would later come to know me. I was born a prince, the eldest son and heir of the Fourth Co-Queen of Zoalbar, kingdom of the Drakkins. My hematite scales bear the iridescent sheen of nobility, fragmenting the light into radiant bursts of opalescent ripples of color as the sun or moon reflects off at different angles. This is the start of my wondrous tale, one of a bond between two princes from opposite worlds and of the events destiny held in store for us both.
By Jason Knightmanabout a year ago in Fiction
A Historian's Preface
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. We can, however. Oh, not the normally expected vocal scream of sound waves, as you may be thinking. Rather, our race is psychically attuned to the mental scream that accompanies it, the anguish and despair of the dying, or the horror and fear of those enduring brutalization. Strong emotions carry farther more easily, and the moment of acknowledging death is strongest of all.
By Jason Knightman2 years ago in Futurism
Englishly
As a native American English speaker, I believe I have noticed a slow but accelerating decline of the English adverb. (I cannot say whether similar results are occurring in British English.) Authors are advised exclusively to use ‘strong verbs’ and to rely less on adverbial adjustment. Younger generations ever-increasingly accustom themselves to social media shorthand and slang. Many people fall into perpetually repeating the familiar, misspoken phrasings that they grew up hearing and that everyone around them uses, despite being educated otherwise. Prominent among all is the rampant misuse of adjectives occurs where adverbs are needed.
By Jason Knightman2 years ago in Education
The Secret Admirer
Ambient, late summer sunlight illuminated the high school science wing teacher’s lounge, and birds flitted from tree to tree just outside. “So, now that you know I am a Libra, what is your sign, Laura?” The speaker was the senior biology teacher, Mr. Jenkins, and the only other occupant of the lounge was the young Miss Haley, the junior chemistry teacher. At that moment, in walked the newly-hired physics teacher, fresh from college, Mr. Shaw.
By Jason Knightman3 years ago in Humans
Flower Child
I had helped Mrs. Wickham a few months ago when her children first settled her into our nursing home. A widow now, her four children wanted nothing much to do with her. She wasn’t extraordinarily wealthy, or anything, from what I understand, but she was well-off enough that they could make some sort of trust to pay her way to stay here, and that was that.
By Jason Knightman3 years ago in Humans
A Slice of Heaven
It’s your birthday tomorrow. I know you do most of the cooking, but I want to surprise you. With the kids out of the house for a few years now, I have more time on my hands, and I want to make use of the time alone since you will be working late tonight. I got all the ingredients together as listed from my mother’s old recipe card box, and I made sure I had all the right pans. I picked out my design for the two frostings, using a fudgier, darker version of chocolate for the lettering than the lighter base frosting, and I have all the utensils ready.
By Jason Knightman3 years ago in Humans