Writing a Life
Recently, I was asked by a friend for some help on a script he was writing. We spent hours discussing the plot and what emotion he was trying to invoke from his audience. This lead to an interesting thought. My experience in life has altered my reaction to things differently than most.
The Child Dreamer: A Dead Dreamer Prequel ᚨ ᚲᚺᚨᛝᚲᛖ Unlike those from the village, the people there were kind. They fed me, gave me clothes, and allowed me to play with their children. They were not afraid of me as the blacksmith's children had been. It was strange. I slept in a different bed each... Continue Reading →
The Child Dreamer: A Dead Dreamer Prequel A Chance Unlike those from the village, the people here were kind. They fed me, gave me clothes, and allowed me to play with their children. They were not afraid of me as the blacksmith's children had been. It was strange. I slept in a different bed each... Continue Reading →
This was his chance The chance from Fate
This was his chance The chance from Fate
Dead Dreamer 