With the requirement from Arlen weighing Darren down like an anchor, the student pushes himself to complete his personal challenge. When he’s not in class, eating meals, working with Lia, or sleeping, Darren locks his door and toils away at his creation. Every time a classmate comes to his door to pry him away from his obsession, Darren refuses and sequesters himself with his work...

When I first introduced Aiden in the micro-tale of Dueling Students, he and a classmate were dueling with each other. Since then, I’ve been telling more of Aiden’s story and his drive to become a better spell caster. Given the lifespan of the elven teachers, I’ve been able to explore their characters as well. This time, I’m shifting the attention to Arlen and her mastery of certain magic...

Upon the completion of Conversations, I turned my attention to the next story for my patrons. With my sights set on a work of Historical Fiction, my attention slid through my internal catalogue of characters and stopped with Samuel. While I’ve written seven stories that explore this wandering bounty hunter, I haven’t created a true sequel, until now...

With my patrons’ decision made, I plucked the Ghost Story and started fleshing out an idea. Recently, I recommended one of my early ghostly tales, so it was teased to the forefront of my mind. While I played with several storylines for my patrons, my father’s opinions of that previous tale blended together with my current narrative. After a lengthy working session, I seized upon the rough outline of the tale I wanted to provide to my wonderful patrons...

How would you fare if you entered another country by yourself? Would you be nervous? Let’s dial it back. Instead of heading to another nation, how would you feel about going to another state or province with no one? Could you handle the unknown? Personally, except for my first few trips to college, I was always eager to hop into the car and make those twelvish hour drives. There was something freeing about being on the road...

As the pilots are preparing their crafts to leave Tergara, the military adjusts their protocols for ships leaving the planet. Fortunately, with Darvin’s extensive contacts in the military, the updated procedures quickly land on his desk. With the new information in hand, Darvin checks the schedule of the upcoming departures and grins when he realizes there is time to distribute the update to all the pilots. After transcribing the information to three separate devices, Darvin heads to the hangar set aside for Giselle’s spacecraft...

As new and towering creatures joind the never ending horde, the defenders used the new cannons to vaporize the newest threats. After hours of constant use, Cecile rushed to the crow’s nest and demanded that the gunners stop weilding the new weapons. Unfortunately, Jarvis pointed at the looming giants and swarming dragons, insisting the experimental guns were needed. However, the leader relents when Cecile states the weapons might explode with this constant use...

As the days continue their unstoppable march towards the future, I take time to revel in the past. While I don’t have any true heirlooms per se, I possess things furniture and tidbits that serve as an anchor to memories of my family that have passed away. Between the furniture that my grandfather made and maintained to the cane my grandmother used to the golden cross my mother wore, there are plenty of memories floating about my home...

When I sat down to work on this piece of fiction, I knew I wanted to detail the relationship between Ramas and his messenger. However, I remembered detailing a conversation between these two with Sight. While I didn’t exhaust their relationship, it didn’t feel right rehashing the previous tale. After a little thought, I leaned into my personal experience as a lifeguard. Thankfully, I never had to save anyone, but the training prepared me for the potential of dealing with serious injury...

It was a challenge to create enough artwork to post one image a day for a year, and while I didn’t quite manage an image every day for the entirety of 2021, I managed to post something for three hundred and sixty-five days. Unfortunately, between NaNoWriMo and the end of the year rush, I had a few images that while I posted for my patrons over at Patreon; I failed to get them into my DeviantArt gallery. Thankfully, after resetting my creative endeavors this month, I’m glad to bring these images to the rest of the world...

As the Federation building on Aurora nears completion, Quinn has Isaac come down to the Auroran government building. Standing in front of the massive window on the second floor, Isaac studies the people in the courtyard and the dwindling proof of construction. With each passing second, the pilot wonders if Olyver’s puppeteers have yanked him off the mission to explore the cosmos...

With Hunt and Contrasting Methods finished, I’ve turned my time to the last piece of flash fiction for January. Unlike Contrasting Methods, when I sat down to pen the first draft for this Historical Fiction, I knew the rough shape of the story. When I first introduced Anna, in Fishing Hole, I wasn’t expecting her role to grow. However, between that story and Faulty Defense, I enjoyed exploring her character and I’m eager to continue exploring their friendship and partnership...

Throughout my life, I’ve had hundreds of teachers, both formal and informal, yet the most memorable was my sophomore English teacher. He was so influential that during my last year in high school; I signed up for French 101 just so I could have him as a teacher once more before graduating. While the actual content of the lessons has faded, the most crucial ones about life have stuck with me. Despite every teacher trying to impart life lessons to their students, most fail. However, this teacher’s true lessons focused on trust. From day one, trusted every student without. The only caveat was if we abused that trust...

With Hunt penned and published, I turned my attention to the second genre from January, a comedy. As I sat in front of my monitors, my brain stubbornly refused to spin a tale. After several false starts, I headed over to the first line generator over at Writing Exercises. After generating the first line, I stared at the words on the screen...

To date, the most exhilarating thing I’ve done I’m my life has been a shark dive on a trip in the Caribbean. After college, my grandmother gave me a wonderful gift. She paid for my cruise down in the crystal-clear seas of the Caribbean. However, instead of a big cruise ship, it was a sailboat that had enough room for roughly fifteen people and the crew, that was focused on providing its customers a fantastic scuba experience. With upwards of three dives per day, every day brought new wonders and secrets of the sea...