With Deceptions and Selection published to my patrons, I focused my attention on the last piece of flash fiction for September, a Historical Fiction. While I’ve jumped around in history for these prompts, my favorite character is Samuel and his dragon mount Pearl. From the initial story, I’ve enjoyed blurring the history of the late 1870s with dragons and sorcery...

After finishing up Deceptions, and the month rapidly ending, I paused my Wattpad stories and focused on my Patreon exclusives. Unfortunately, I didn’t have an idea for the story, so I headed over to NYC Midnight and searched through the prompts selecting a random one for drama. When I looked at the result, I immediately wanted to toss it out for a different location and object. However, fresh off the second entry of NYC Midnight, I kept the prompt, and I thought about what kind of story to tell...

When I wrote Dueling Students, I didn’t think that brief magical combat would spark a deeper dive into the Academy’s history. Thankfully, inspiration circled back, pulling Aiden from the depths of my mind. During Aiden’s last tale, I focused on a conversation with him and his friend. Aiden pleaded with Daylen to join him for extra classes with Imryll...

As another week comes to a close, I posted more artwork to bring more artwork to DeviantArt. And there are a couple of pieces that I would like to highlight. Shambling Mound and Blowback are my two favorite pictures that I drew and brought to the world...

After pulling the results of September’s genre poll, it took me a while before I could carve out some time to write my first piece of flash fiction. The first genre on my current list was a Crime Caper, and I dusted off my master thief, Jessica Calhoun. Her last appearance was as a guest in Insight’s Dual. While I haven’t been able to spend as much time developing her character as I would have liked to, I have a good idea of her personality...

Wan moonlight bathed a stocky man’s pale arms as he leaned against the metallic rails, whistling a simple tune.

“Anton, stop making that awful racket!”

The sporadic notes stopped as Anton twisted his head and pushed against the railing. “Norman, the silence is eerie.” Anton marched across the deck and swatted the console. “Why don’t you have a radio or satellite on this boat?”

“You weren’t hired to be entertained...

When I sat down to pull the prompts for September’s Micro Fiction, I wanted to write a horror piece. When I selected the prompt from the list, my mind instantly rushed to fill in the broad strokes for the story. After a little more work, I stumbled into the first draft. From there I churned and finished this narrative, leaning heavily on the horror trope of characters being snatched into a void...

As September marches to a close, I’m excited about my growth as an artist. With each of Ramas’s stories written and line art created, his character gets more fleshed out. There are two aspects of this exciting new character that define him. The first is Ramas’s staff, that he conjures whenever he needs a weapon or an aide. The other is his mode of transportation, an earthen palanquin. Over the last two weeks, my patrons and watchers were presented with an image of Ramas using his palanquin. Outside of the watcher only images of Ramas, I’m excited to share Sea Monster 001 and Seeping Blue Magic...

After stumbling upon the Dwarves, the leader, Ferrek Ironhelm, is brought to inside to speak with Jarvis. Jarvis breaks the ice by asking questions about the monsters roaming the world. When Jarvis grows tired of asking about the state of the world, he excuses himself to grab a copy of Tarian’s logs...

My favorite landscapes are forests. I absolutely love staring at forests, but those fantastic sights are nothing compared to waking up and seeing snow carpeting the world. Despite growing up and praying for snow to get out of school, that isn’t the reason I’m passionate about the world when it’s covered with snow. Truthfully, I still love waking up to find snow blanketing the world. However, there is one thing that I don’t like about the snow shoveling the snow out of my driveway...

As the work week was rolling to a close, I got an email from NYC Midnight about my submission from July 11th. I immediately opened the letter and followed the link to the results. While my stomach churned, I took a few deep breaths and reminded myself that only the top fifteen stories would be listed. After calming my nerves, I found the entry for my group and clicked into it. Scrolling through the list, I found my name and smiled. While it’s impressive to place in this competition, I was a little disappointed that I didn’t place higher...

With Wayne entrenched as the new leader of the Western Region, Marcus and Talia frantically prepare for their journey home. With the final reports written, the couple prepare for their return trip home, to embrace their lives on their land. Unfortunately, the only thing giving Marcus pause is the trio still loyal to Kethra...

When I pulled the prompts for this month’s Micro Fiction, I licked my lips. Some of my greatest memories in my youth center on campfires. Every time I went on a camp-out with my troop, the first thing we did besides pitching our tents was collecting the wood we required for our campfires. Once the flames started dancing, we’d sit around and enjoy the dancing flames, enjoying each other’s company...

When I created my first cartoon of Ramas Caldwell, I was excited. It was the first time that I’d captured one of my characters. As I continued to capture this powerful yet mysterious individual, each success caused my beaming smile to widen. After capturing this manipulator of the world seven times, I took my first crack at my mad tinkerer, Harrison. The resulting piece of line art was another feather in my cap. And I delivered it to my patrons and my watchers on DeviantArt will be getting their chance to see it this week. Out of the remaining artwork I posted last week, Mountain King and Tree Sunset 001 are the highlights...

Despite Quinn promising to send Issac into deep space, those who influenced Olyver sought to keep him from that honor. Every time Issac’s departure neared, those shadowy people yanked the rug out from under him. And with each disappointment, the pilot grows more depressed. He also starts drinking to ease his frustration. However, after fighting for his friend, the vice-chairman sends a message to Issac. Unfortunately, Issac ignores the message and heads to his favorite establishment...