King Simba & The Shards of Kusanagi

And as he stood in the forges of the Dragons Mountain, now known as the Drakensburg, King Simba the Lion Heart held aloft the sword that The Ancient One had forged for him. It hummed & radiated with power. Indeed it would be a match for anything Hephestus would create for the Olympians. “Her name…

When Destiny Calls Your Name

Its up to you. You are The Catalyst. You are The Activist. You are The People. Its your gift. Its down to you. You are The One. You are The Main Character. Its your movie… You are The Star. Its up to us. We are the ones. We are The Watchers. We are The Guardians….

The Laughter Of The Ram King…

This short story is about the coronation of Mayam Rothschister who took the name, The Ram King. He was the 2nd King of Atlantis & The Kingdoms Of Gaia. It is part of a history from a fiction that I am working on called Ryoia. As you mite recall, I published The Vision Of The…

The Lion, The Dragon & The Sun

Hi guys. So this is a short story I decided to write on a whim. No plan, no premise, just cooked it up because I saw a cool picture on deviantart. Let me know what you think? PS: I edited this after reading the 10min version. A long time ago. In a land far away….

Alpha & Omega: The Fleeting Dreamscape

As I drift in the sea of my sleeping mind, I dream abstract time after time. As I feel awake in my subconscious mind, I gaze at the grains of the sands of time. The images playing in my mind I accept, as they are often merely a residual effect. Often my mind is void…

Theseus’s Tale of Minotaurs & Betrayal.

We tend to conquer ourselves with our mistakes, falling into traps concealed by beauty & deception. Enslaving ourselves to islands of despair & doubt, paying tribute to memories that dominate & rule over us. As if chosen by a lot, we face these sufferings of our own making, lost in the labyrinth of life. Scrambling…

Half Life

Its a half moon & my mood is in half too. Half gloom, coz my glass half full. Or is it half empty? Half of something is half plenty. But Im half empty. Yes, Im sticking with half empty. Im half gone. Even half is far gone. Im half broken. Half a heart, heart broken….

Inspiration

Inspiration. Its not about a person, a place, a moment, a movement, a city or a song… Its about how a song can spur you, to want to stand on the mountain, with your hand held up high. Its about how a city can call you, become a part of your memories & the source…

Once Upon A Time In Africa

Have you ever seen 1 piece of land fought over so hard, that a father will turn on his son & call him bastard? That children get turned into villains & soldiers until a continent is backwards, stuck in the ways of the elders? Listen, once upon a time there lived Africa, a peaceful, bountiful…