william u cowser
46yr old enjoyer of reading interesting stories, sci-fi and anime watcher, and part- time gamer during my free time. plus enjoy challenging myself in obstacle course runs!
The Unknown Road
Last night i had a dream...... I was standing on one side of a desert road, and on the other side, a figure with a sword. They wore long black boots, a grayish shirt, and a grayish hooded jacket. In the middle of the road, two items were faced back-to-back: a bleeding rose, and a jester's hat.
"Who am I......"
"The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own." It had been a month since Cyrus and Emily Mckay moved into their first home, a month since they went to an auction event and bidded on a 6ft antique mirror, which they brought it home, a month before occurences with the mirror would present themselves........
Of Clouds and Dreams, Part 1
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. "Wow", I said to myself, "Something of this phenomenon, and timely too, this is gonna be new experience for me to figure out." Although this had been only the second week i had observed the appearance of these lavender puffs, starting from sundown, counting down the hours til midnight, then their formation into existence, i still had not yet a clue as to why they were here, and better question yet, how or who created them.
Into the Unknown
"To anyone who picks up this message, my name is Capt. Preston Reily of the shuttle Lliad. I am alive and well, in an uncharted part of the galaxy, which i can not describe. Do not under any circumstances send an recon party or probe to the abnomaly recorded. More details to follow soon, hopefully....signing off."
The Lady of Camp Moonbeam
The sun had begun to sink slowly over the emerald colored mountains, displaying the last of its embers into a haze of yellow-orange light, soon giving way to tints of purple streaks across the sky growing into blue twilight. As if given a silent signal, a glowing blue moon began to rise where the sun once stood. What few clouds remained, the moon's beams shown through like luminous searchlights throughout the land, and the camp, known affectionately as Camp Moonbeam, for which the area and the lake were named.
Anime pt2: Those we luv, hate, and wanna.....?
In the world of imagination and creativity, whether it be a live action, or animated show, the story and the character go hand in hand. Anime, though different from its live action counterpart, the characters that are born from its variety of story genres not only frighten, but inspire its viewers long after the show ends, leaving their impressions from childhood, far into adulthood. Anime character types(and subtypes), are many and detailed, if not complicated, so if you be so willing to read along, i'm going to try to describe just some of those character types, see which one(s) have been your favorite.
Anime: Why we luv it?
As I played one of my various video games one Saturday night, I begin to start by, one, giving myself a gaming time limit(who really does anyway), and keeping track on time on my bedroom clock. No, not keeping time as when to go to bed and get some sleep, but when a certain block of entertainment is broadcast for my geeky viewing and pleasure(for those who know what I speak of, i won't mention for reasons of this piece).
Are you in the "imagination" Bizness?
From the time we start uttering our first words to try and describe the world around us, we started our very first job. No, not walking to our parents(let alone say their names), or writing our name. Our first job was in the describing of some, if not all of the various things we came into contact with, the job of being creative. And since we started this new endeavor, it's been nonstop. But i have to ask, "Are you in the imagination bizness?", or better yet, did you ever leave? Let's talk about some areas that are in the "imagination bizness":
My meeting with the "Ghost Wind"
On this journey as The Traveler, though i have forgotten my name, my past mirrored only by blurred images, i have been sent on a path to find the Hall of Light and Shadow to find the answers to the burning questions that lie within me. As instructed by one of the town elders, my path would first take me into the Neverending Woods.
My "Hello" Introduction
What does it feel like when writing about a certain subject? Or better yet, what does it feel like writing about anything for that matter? I guess for me, it's a feeling of release, not just of emotions, but also of bottled-up creativity, just waiting to burst out.