*I fire my paint ball gun at random and slink off into the not-so-shadowy shadows.* “Hey!” Bergen shouts, dabbing at the wet paint splattered on his chest. My off-beat maniacal laughter is the only response. Subscribe Take my hand and descend into the bowels of darkness! Join me and follow so that you […]
Building Story
Now and then another writers comes to me with advice on writing. Below is a letter I wrote to one author in response to a plethora of questions she had on how a writer builds story. Dear Writer: Your question was: Oh! Also. I was wondering how much it really bugged you not […]
Poem – The Writer
I write my final ode and word My pen sits on my desk Sitting back into my chair, I nod, “tis done, this task, my ‘script.” Without a doubt I search the net until I find the one The agent who I do believe will love my work like me. I prep the […]
“Shove over, Bergen!”
“Shove over, Bergen!” “Get your own blog!” “This is my blog!” *Angela grins to the wide audience* “Hi. I recently had a breakthrough I wanted to share with all of you regarding my sense of humor.” “Or lack thereof.” “Shut up, Bergen.” Angela returns to the audience As you see I have what some would […]
Dolor and Shadow: Excerpts
Chapter 7 Chapter 39 “The last of my life is leaving me.” “Why did you save me?” “Where is your brother?” “Ludicrous Lies” “I’m not going!” Audio Excerpts Subscribe Thank you for stopping by! I invite you to take a moment and join my monthly newsletter. Subscribe below and receive the post notifications anytime […]
BERGEN!!!
“I let you berate me,” I huff at Bergen who sits back, lounging in my chair. (I swear he’s inviting me to punch him) “You can try.” Bergen flashes that grin of his. I glare down at his over-righteous demeanor. “I let you hogtie me.” “You bit me,” he says. “I let you have my […]
Poem – In Death
In death we vanquished enemies, In death, we slew our foes. Blood soaked rage engulfed our blades, When blood lust took its hold. – In death, a darkness troubled one, In death, concealed, undone. Deep in darkness dragons wait, When blood would set the sun. – In death, we glorified his name. In death, we […]
Poem – Oh, Gruit, the Dark One Comes
This page is part of the tour. Gruit is a spiced mixture used to sweeten beer prior to the discovery of hops in the 10th century. Read more about gruit here. Oh, Gruit, the Dark One Comes By Bergen son of Tryggve “There, within the shadowed brink, The Dark One comes with lavished drink, […]
Poem – Once Upon A Summer Sun
Once upon a summer sun, once while in my youth, I grew to love my dearest friend and loved him in our youth. I found beneath the summer sun, when I first loved my friend, In silence, he had since loved me. To him alone I’d bend. Once upon a summer storm, my love […]
The Poet’s Prose
Work in Progress… Bergen stole a glimpse to Zabbai across the room. Fixated, he watched the firelight dance across her perfect, copper skin. Her deep, black eyes caught his silver-blue and Bergen chugged down the last of his mead. By the time he lowered the mug, she was gone. The hem of her gown caught […]