Rowan Finley
Bio
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
Stories (585/0)
The Bottle Room
He opened the mysterious wooden door and led me into the room. The room appeared to be endless. From the top of the room down to the bottom were bottles, shelves and shelves of bottles. There were large bottles, small ones, of every shade and hue of color. There were thin bottles, thick bottles, and some that were bazaar shapes and odd sizes. At the top perimeter of the room were windows that let glorious light shine through, illuminating the bottles and shining through the bottle glass. It seemed as if the heavenly rays of light were singing over the bottles. The room was strange and intriguing. It was beautiful and bewildering. The presence of the room was still, but undoubtedly alive.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Emotional Men
It's a daily challenge being a man who experiences so many different emotions on a regular basis. There are so many ups and downs, so many mental highs and lows. It is a wild roller coaster with no monthly period to ever blame it on! I look around and see most other men as being so stoic and unfazed by life and, at times, I get oddly jealous of them and their "unfeeling abilities." Words don't seem to impact them and they just brush things off and carry on, doing as they please. Could it really be that these types of men just hide their emotions better or suppress them somehow? Or, do they really just not experience very many emotions one way or the other?
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Humans
Mind's Whip
The warm intoxicating taste of blood clung to the back of my throat as I gasped for air. Into space I continued to stare. This couldn't be my end. Would eternity's gate open unto me, or dare to humbly bend? Far too young to die! Thoughts cry. Slaughtered bodies lay close by my side, they promised to be my company. Oh, how my Past continued to whip my soul to the third degree. "I love you," I whispered now to all the people I never gave a second glance to and considered despicable. Why their faces swirled through my mind now, I found it terrifying and inexplicable.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets