Nathaniel C. Atkinson
“Tested, tried, and tormented, but yet still mighty, noble, and true” - my aspirations
Nathaniel C. Atkinson
“Tested, tried, and tormented, but yet still mighty, noble, and true” - my aspirations
“Tested, tried, and tormented, but yet still mighty, noble, and true” - my aspirations
“Tested, tried, and tormented, but yet still mighty, noble, and true” - my aspirations
There’s this ghost in the attic, and he’s surprisingly a rather pleasant fellow. He’s helped me find lost things and has talked me through a few rough times as well. Yet there has always been something off putting about it all. Every time he helped me, my hair would turn just a shade redder. Now though my hair is crimson and my eyes burn with fire, and my heart a holds a terrible yearning. I am no...
I can’t see it working out,
This shared love of ours,
You told me to make a choice,
But I’ve hit some bars…
I don’t want to see you go,
To lose what we know,
But I don’t want to lose him,
Not this time around.
So help me choose what to do,
‘Cause I lost this time,
I tried to figure it out,
But I’m seeing blind.
Why can’t I just meet someone,
A mixture of two,
I don’t want to see you go,
But I m...
The feeling was breathtaking; gazing out beyond the sea. The distant waves like silent thunder rolled seamlessly into the ever darkening clouds, whose texture was that of loose swan feathers, their color drained like cold stone. Oh, and the air! The wind that rushed through in over the shoreline only brought in the sounds of lonely gulls and the endlessly crashing waves over the not so distant bar...
There are a lot of things in life that trouble me, things I have no control over, and some of the things that I do. It was one of those, I suppose, that I’m writing about, the things that I’ve put my characters through…
“Creator?” Asked the boy, “Why did you trap me in a well?”
“To help you learn, to give you a story that could give you cause to grow.” I replied, or, rather I think I did… I’m no...
O, the night!
It’s restless slumber!
As here alone,
Watch I dying embers!
Quick! Forget!
Your raging forges,
They call, taunting,
Enticing bright sources!
I, now lost,
Have seen new a star,
My mind, tethered,
By this red moon of ours!
Save! Run free!
Away from her view!
Embers now cold,
Their light, a faded dream!
How careless!
Am I, for looking!
With out no thought,
For not looking away!
O, ...
As the last of the Majesty’s line ships slowly inched forward across the battle bathed sea, the smell of the burning tar and its victims wafted over the side of the ship in an almost tangible sense, making the crew’s eyes water, and their throats weak with bile. So they stood there, adding to muffled movements and suppressed whispers, with even the often silent creak of the ship’s bow now echoing ...
All I could think about was the rough texture beneath my fingers. That grainy, almost porous clay surface of grey matter. A substance infused with proteins, and nutrients, but with no flavor other than that of a flat, metallic sensation.
I’m so sick of this: the war. Not only for the deaths, but for the geographical consequences of it as well. With most of our natural food sources depleted or ext...
‘This, this is isn’t right’ thought John to himself as he looked at the pages. He might not know exactly what it was, but the large type face letters on the cover of the sketchbook brought horror to his face. He scanned it meticulously and sure enough it read, “property of Homeland Security.” He groaned, he thought it was over. He thought he had escaped the maze of events but there it was, staring...