Hi Readers, After we freed our book from the King of Amazon’s clutches, we left his throne room triumphant in our victory and ran into a problem. A forebidding creature in flowing robes guarded the gates. It threw back its scaly arms and shouted. “You shall not pass.” Ran elbowed me. No doubt my son wanted some kind of magical display to scare off the thing. I sighed and reached for the magic inside me, but it didn’t come. My son stared at me, his mouth agape. Before I could ask what was the matter, my brother spoke up. “Um … Continue reading Would You Give Us A Star? How about 5 Stars?

Last week, a silver-eyed thief stole our book! We followed her to the magical PC where she vanished in a swirl of her gray cloak. We watched in horror as she raced across the aisles of the digital bazaar known as Amazon. “We have to get our book back!” I said. (I am Ran son of Sarn and the driving force behind the first-ever character-run newsletter in case you forgot.) “We need powerful aid,” my uncle said glancing at my mage-Papa. “No offense meant but that’s a citadel, and none of us know how to breach it.” A few taps … Continue reading How We Marked up Destiny & Why We Did It (Destiny Had It Coming)

Today was full of promise until the gun burned her hand. She was a spirit guide who lived in a conch shell, not a professional hitman. So the body continued to cool at her feet, and she stood there while embryonic dreams of glory shattered around her. Murderer… She should do something. Thursday was dead by her hand, and Friday was coming. There was a tempest trapped in her chest, whirling around an eye of guilt. Why hadn’t her rage cooled? It still burned hot as a summer morning. Where was the emptiness that’s supposed to come with killing? Why … Continue reading where dreams go to die in obscurity

Start No Fires. Carry No Weapons. Do No Harm Those three rules safeguarded countless generations of travelers through the enchanted forest—until they didn’t.  One boy’s murder ripped open a gateway allowing evil to enter. Now no one is safe from corruption. Enchanted trees take Sarn to where the forest failed to uphold its rules.  Seeing a dead child gifted with the same magic as his son unhinges Sarn. He vows to find out the truth no matter what the cost.  But his gift is untrained. Finding answers won’t be easy.  Sarn must balance nights serving the Rangers with days dedicated to hiding … Continue reading Introducing The More Epic V

Secrets do sleep if they’re little boys tired from a day of adventuring but not the parent hiding them – The More Epic V #dspoetry #v Candor can do as much damage as secrecy. See how destructive the truth can be in Curse Breaker: Trapped (forthcoming) #TastyPoem The colors truth paints w/are so alluring yet still secrecy mystifies lures me back 2 the dark side my lips part I become Null – Aralore in Curse Breaker: Haunted coming soon. #BecomingFragile ~ Because she likes flowers ~ She could could not like sharp things or winged things that sting. Continue reading Secrets do sleep

Hi Readers! Sorry it took us so long to get back to you. We didn’t mean to leave you hanging. Well I didn’t, but I’m just a kid in the most epic fictional story since…eh…never mind that. I’m back now, and I hope you had a great holiday with lots of barbecues and maybe a few dragons. Gotta spread the reptilian love. 😉 When you last saw us, we had acquired a mysterious gem that showered us in luminous words. My uncle had put the education my dad’s financing for him to good use and read some of those words. … Continue reading Have you seen our book? We might have lost it…

#DimpleVerse #hangtenstories Sunward the sunbird soared, trailing all our hopes and dreams. #ShapePoetry His eyes illuminate the twisting darkness seeking the truth behind a murder & the evil it unleashed –The More Epic V #TheSmellOfWords He averted his luminous eyes, so they wouldn’t see who his silence hid–his son. –The More Epic V #WrittenRiver His son’s the brightest spot on the map of his heart that bold little boy lights his dark world –The More Epic V Continue reading Sunward

#kissedwrists #inpoems #TheSmellOfWords  #CStarPrompts Denim & high heels clad an elf with something to prove. She hailed an eagle in flight. He dipped a wing and wheeled overhead. “Daughter of trees, why did you call me?” “Must something die so we may live?” “Why do you want to know that?” “Because there’s a prophesy and I mean to prove it wrong.” “Why bother?” He sailed past again amused by their exchange. “Because all this,” she waved to the metropolis sparking in the sun. A slash in spacetime framed it with flickering tendrils of white. “Is prophesied to die and that’s … Continue reading Elf vs. Prophecy