Writing this I’m in the worst state, my mind is all but shattered and splintered into sharp fragments that poke and prod every inch of the inside of my head. I’m writing this in hopes to warn others from seeing what I’ve seen. He who traverses the woodland of white, spiny trees have no hope to ever be sane again.

This is the story of Warsile. His father tasked him with traveling to the Kingdom of Voke to slay a monster that's recently appeared in and has taken refuge in Feebel Castle. Eager to prove his worth and valor he sets out on his first adventure to a dark and mysterious time in history, at the mercy of a beast not of this plain of reality.

A few days ago I ate my first Moon Pie, it was 2 AM, in a new house, in my new empty bedroom, sitting on a pillow in the floor and the moment was so calm and so happy and so simple it sparked inspiration. I put the experience into different poetry forms to express my love of Moon Pies and to cement that moment I’ll always cherish.

This is a short story about a fishermen.

some poems