A Mind in Motion

     She tried to steady her erratic breathing as she nestled herself as far into the shadows as she could go. Her nostrils flared at the rancid smell permeating around her, the dampness of poorly carved earth dripping from the rooted ceiling and mixing with the rot beneath her, leaving a film across her tongue that taunted her stomach. Fingers scarred and calloused gripped with rhythmic beats against the handle of her sword as she pressed her back against a cool rock wall, fear trickling with the sweat across her skin at the sound that was echoing closer.      Many creatures had crossed her blade, their chilling cries and shrieks of madness leaving lyrics behind in her mind as permanent notes to some haunting tune. But none had pierced her soul like the grinding and clicking of bones shifting against one another that was drawing ever closer. She had encountered Harpies and monstrous Trolls , she had snarled back at massive attacking Dire Wolves and dove...

     The touches were gentle, almost reverent among the throng of bodies around them. Like a spell had fallen upon them and them alone, their eyes caressed where their fingers could not. Chests heaved in shuddering breaths, skin prickled with extended senses and their mouths found one another as their hearts thundered with need. Nothing was forbidden in this place, the walls echoed with ecstasies that danced along the tight rope of the known world's taboos. Flesh thrummed against flesh, cries reverberated with one spiraling emotion after the next in an orchestra of undulated rhythms. Yet this was a step beyond even them.      Their first taste of each other sparked like fireflies blossoming into existence in the veil of night. If they had not been so focused on one another, they would have seen the room shift around them. The canvases of flesh tones parted and swirled away to fade into a serenity of just them and a dark backdrop slowly being painted by the...

     Since so many people have been following my twitter posts of me writing , here is a snippet unedited of what I've done so far. Enjoy! ...They watched as another bolt of lightening struck the ground, forcing them to bend into their stances to resist falling to their knees, and formed into a tall gleaming female figure. The armored woman’s eyes flickered with golden irises as she took each of them in before addressing them. “You speak as if you have earned a place upon Olympia, Dead King,” she said, her lyrical voice commanding between them as her eyes bore into Belloros. “You are old, Athena, and the Romans will see to it that nothing of Ancient Greece shall remain standing,” he replied defiantly, “including you.” Those wise eyes turning her way, she met them unflinching but not without respect. She felt measured, as she had the last time she stood before the Gods of Olympus, and like before she kept her words to herself. “And you seek to bet...

         As I sit here thinking over the next scene leading up to my character's departure on to her great adventure, I can't stop thinking about the point in which she will finally reach my second leading character and how their relationship will unfold from that moment until the ending I have in mind. See, I'm not one for writing romance novels, even though I do love reading a great epic romance, I'm just not that kind of girl, but I want these characters to connect on a level just as strong as one.      I'm not one who simply puts romance to the forefront of my storytelling, it's never been my thing. Looking back over my favorite romantic movies or character parings (ships) in tv shows, I realize I need an environment where love has a potential, but it is wrapped up in so much more.      For instance. I'll easily admit I was a hardcore X-File fan in the days it ruled late night tv and the bend between scifi - paranormal - ...

     The wild strong hooves thundered across the swaying valley as glorious shadows descended into the cove of trees, echoing heart beats trembling under the whipping breeze as sweat glistened off strumming muscles that ghost haunting magic like phantoms. It was an unholy yet sacrosanct thing to witness as the harem raced past gnarled vines scaling abandoned thrones and glittering lakes housing fallen stars.      They were spirits  traveling the same broken trail of slain heroes consumed by demons that gnawed on their bones. No one knew what drove them into sight, their wild manes tossed like tendrils of fire. But when they burst into existence the surrounding life cried at their powerful beauty, envy and fear gripping their souls at the sharpened moonlit points paying tribute to the heavens where they rose above flaring nostrils and were nestled amongst pools of swirling colors fluttered by long lashes.      Even the sea that seemed t...

     In the waning daylight he felt his bones begin to stir within the silk nestled around them. The ash that had fallen from them slowly began to sprout vines of porcelain and red with each dying ember of light, their tendrils of flesh wrapping and weaving along his frame. Blood began to pump as organs knotted themselves together and though he was often considered heartless and without breath, he felt his lungs expand as the first resonating thump of a heart beat followed the next and then the other soon into rhythm.      When he could finally uncurl his fingers and toes, he stretched his lean muscular body out to unstiffen his joints while needles of dark hair pierced out of his skin and dusted his nakedness. Fabrics of charcoal and crimson fluttered like moths to keep him from exposure and brittled rubber melted into shape with flexible leather to ensure he could tread anywhere. As the last wave of inkiness wrapped softly around his tipped ears, he too...

     The maniacal laughter haunted her at every turn, the fallen twigs snapping beneath her panicked feet sharp against her haggard breaths in the deep never ending forest as she stumbled through the thickening fog and descending darkness. Her trembling fingers arched with tendrils of magic as it ran in her veins like heat but it was useless to her at the moment. Centuries of a life nestled in the laws of nature fell to dust under the hot pursuit of the thing that seemed to be everywhere and yet nowhere at once. Neither staff nor broom, neither pointed hat or swirling wand could ever capture the truth of her existence, the presence that true power posses. They were trinkets of a child's imagination, nothing more, but oh how she wished she had something more powerful than herself to fall upon.      Old men with straggled beards and hags with warts that blinked with all seeing eyes never whisper the realities of being a Witch in a world that evolves with le...

     Bones cracked, muscles tore and skin splintered apart like seems of fabric as one agonizing scream after another pierced the glittering night sky. The pitter patter of dying flesh dropped to the brittle leaves beneath her feet like rain drops and another series of spasms rocked her frame, forcing her to her disintegrating knees. She shook violently, her mangled fingers digging into the soft earth beneath the fallen reds and yellows mother nature could no longer hold on to. The blood that spattered onto them, mixing with all that she was shedding, dripped from her eyes like Muerte and if she wasn't already pleading in agony she would have begged for mercy from the Saint himself.      But it would not end, she knew this. It never would.      As she wept, her back arching with another bone breaking spasm, she felt the final shift begin. Her consciousness that she identified as Self began to fuzz away as the Other fell into place, shift...