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.
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 ᚠᛁᚱᛖᛋ ᛟᚠ ᚲᚺᚨᛝᚷᛖ I was only nine when I began my ᚺᚢᛝᛏ. None of the ᚺᚢᛗᚨᛝᛋ knew what I was doing. Every ᛝᛁᚷᚺᛏ on the full ᛗᛟᛟᛝ, I would fall asleep within the ᛒᛁᚨᚲᚲᛋᛗᛁᛏᚺᛋ's home and look for them. Seek out those ᚲᚱᛖᚨᛏᚢᚱᛖᛋ who ᛗᚨᚱᚲᛖᛞ those to ᛞᛁᛖ.... Continue Reading →
The Child Dreamer: A Dead Dreamer Prequel ᚠᛁᚱᛖᛋᛟᚠᚲᚺᚨᛝᚷᛖ The beasts of the full moon reminded me of the shadowed creature that had escaped the barn the night my father ended his miserable existence. I watched as it escaped into the night before I set the barn ablaze. Remembering the creature and seeing these beasts now,... Continue Reading →
The ravens came and stole the souls
Dead Dreamer 