If only this wasn’t goodbye. No one can be certain of what comes next. I suppose thats where faith comes in.

If only this was ‘until next time’. Is it selfish to wish for more clarity in the matter? How can someone leave behind who they are, or at least everyone and thing they have used to identify themselves with? Would that person still have an identity? Damn, this might be getting a little t...

As dawn came and beams of sunlight flooded down the village its residents woke like any other day, yet this one would be very different. On this day the blacksmiths forge would not billow the thick black smoke the towns people had grown accustomed to, neither would the baker have his doors open to supply his goods. The sheep in the field would be left in their pen, not roaming the forest line they...

Day after day Arther grew more irritated as he couldn’t muster the guts to finish his novel. After basing the book vaguely on his childhood and early adulthood he couldn’t bring himself to finish the story. He tried to keep the core elements of his experiences in the book while changing minor details to keep the reader interested but now that the story had reached the climax he began to regret int...

As the wind whipped up swirls of dust, he covered his face with his wrappings as he begrudgingly persisted. After walking for days with no sign of water his will grew weak. Having been exiled to this ever changing wasteland of sand he began to realize the weight of his actions, regretting his egotistical ways. “If only I hadn’t tried showing off back at the city, mouthing off to the imperial guard...

As he came to, he couldn't hear a thing but a deafening ringing. Straining his head to the left he could only make out a silhouette amidst the cloud of debris that hadn't quite settled. A cold wave of fear and dread ran down his body as he turned quickly to put as much space between him and this entity which was still unknown. As he tried shuffling to his feet a searing pain enveloped him. He look...

As the strange man sheltered from the heavy rain under his umbrella, he unwaveringly crept through the walls of falling water as he assessed his current state. He felt the burn on his hands as the skin of his fingernails slowly peeled back and they would only get worse the longer he remained in this place. As he was entranced by the rapid decomposing state of his body a butterfly landed on his han...