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Phoenix Rising

Once upon a time, I thought I was fine

That everything was alright, and I’d survive

Oh, once upon a time, all I did was cry

But never in your sight, I kept it locked up tight

Then you came in from nowhere trying to make things better

Yeah, you said they’d be better, after while

And goodness knows that I should have known better

Than to trust a devil in the guise of angel


Pull me under, let me drown in your lies

Because struggle as I might, I’m stuck in your eyes

Yeah, hold me under, let me drown in your strife

To never get a life, stuck in your eyes

But I will rise


The second time you shoved my face into the dirt

And I tried to make it work, but not anymore

So I push and I shove and I squirm to escape this fate

Pass through the demon’s gate

To stand on my own two feet again

But you struggle and pull me down back to a time before

Where I was a docile bore,

And I can’t go back there any more


But you pull me under and let me drown in your lies

Because struggle as I might, I’m stuck, stuck in your eyes

Yeah, hold me under and let me drown in your strife

To never get a life, stuck in your eyes

But I will rise


Above everything that you thought I should be

This life is mine, there was never a ‘we’

Let go of the past so that I can be me, me


So you pull me under and let me drown in your lies

And struggle as I might, I’ll escape the pain in your eyes

Try to hold me under and let me drown in your strife

But I will get a life, nevermore in your sight

And I will rise



A Glimpse into the Future (Preview of Levin’s Downfall)

There are three days remaining to get your hands on a free digital copy of my first novel, “Guardians of Gaea (Tales of the Firewing: Book I)!

In the meantime, I’m still polishing up these prequel chapters. I can give you a short glimpse into what to expect from these:

Levin’s Downfall

High King Dantek Danzig sat out beneath the open sky on his exotic Feruchal Throne. Feruchal was a rare Aethi metal made flexible, and all the more comfortable, through the special abilities of the Qurafters of the Royal Palace. He looked out among those that had gathered for the judgment of the criminal before him, seeing the faces of those that were pleased, and those that were panicked. The most surprising to him were the faces of those that were resolutely calm, as if they were viewing the norm. High King Dantek knew that this was nothing near the norm of the Aethi Kingdom. It sickened him, shook him to his core for what he knew he must do on this day. He cast his eyes down the platform upon which he was placed, over the several, several stairs that led up to the Feruchal Throne. He could not believe that he was staring down at his now only son, Levin, who was on his knees before him and the entire nation of the Fae Aethi. He had had two sons with his wife, Ferlena, securing the succession of the throne in permanence to the pleasure of the Aethi nobility. Although he ruled equally with his wife, she had made the decision the night before to not attend this ceremony. “It was difficult enough for me to lose Sieben. I will not see you throw away the life of my other son,” he recalled her nearly yelling, distraught beyond tears over the events of that night.

He knew it would be impossible to allow both of his children to rule the kingdom as equals, and he had thought it best to allow the younger of the two, Levin, to hold his own lands just within the border of the lands. That would leave the rest of the land to be under Sieben’s rule as the High Fae King. He thought that this would make them both satisfied, and he would be capable of ending his rule at peace; his youngest son would disprove that theory in the most quixotic way possible. He leaned forward from his seat, his demeanor edging closer and closer to rage over the regal calm that he would normally possess when dealing with criminals.

Seeing this, the once buzzing crowd lulled slowly to a hush in anticipation of the High King’s speaking. More time passed as the crowd waited, seeing that the High King was at war within himself, rage and temerity battling to the fore of his conscious over the usual calm that he was known for. Nearest the front of the crowd, the nobility feared that the worst side of the High King would win out over political correctness and create dissension amongst his people. Elissandra Gost, the Duchess of the Hallowed Coast, had attempted to dissuade the High King from passing judgment on his own son, to no avail. Dantek knew that if he were to remain the just High King that the kingdom had come to revere him as, this was something that he must do. Elissandra stood among the rest of the nobility that had survived the High King’s son’s mad tear of destruction from two nights before. King Dantek cast his eyes over in their direction, and although the other nobility looked frail and paler than the usual, Elissandra’s eyes carried a fierceness that would bring any other man to his knees. She was the only one of the fragile group to acknowledge his look with a nod, and though he made no motion that would be noticeable by anyone else, Elissandra knew that he’d understood her stance on what his judgment towards his son should be.

The Creationist

As a person with memory problems, I find solace in the fact that I can carve out my own memories through writing. They’re all fictional, but getting lost in my own imagination is something that I do relatively often. Indulge me, if you will:

Allison jerked awake out of her sleep, her brow dripping with sweat, breaths coming in short, rapid bursts from the nightmare she just had. As silly as it was to be afraid of getting lost in outer space, it was her biggest fear nonetheless. She looked around her small room in a slight panic to be sure that she was still alone. The fact that her parents decided that she would have the room on the third floor of the house they lived in made her feelings of unease that much worse. A low creaking sounded just outside her door, followed a deep, throaty chuckle. She did her best to stifle an otherwise audible gasp from escaping her lips. Without bothering to turn on her bedside lamp, she slipped out of her bed, and into her fuzzy fuschia slippers. Her extra large Mickie Mouse shirt hung over her slender frame as she moved towards the door, uncertain of what to do if there were actually someone on the other side  waiting to knock her unconscious or kidnap her. She reached out with a shaking hand for the door knob, trying to ease her breathing as she braced herself to open the door and fight for all she was worth. A few moments passed, and then as she turned the knob to open the door, she instantly regretted doing so. A giant vortex began to suction the air from her room with a force so powerful that Allison was lifted bodily from the floor. She screamed the shrillest scream possible, holding on to the door for all she was worth. The suction increased until her fingers began to give way. Her eyes were flooded with tears, her vision blurred as she felt her grip slip slowly away from the door frame. When she finally couldn’t hold firm any longer, she began to flail for her life as she shot backwards into space, destined to float as a frozen human meteor for an eternity. Her vision faded into nothingness…and then she woke from the nightmare.