Here we go again. Welcome to the blog blast of the section that I call The Kingdom from the book Reality of the Unreal Mind, Vol. 3: The Keep. The Kingdom is an explanation of the work itself. You can’t understand any writer unless you know their work. So Friday we began at 6 p.m. and I will release… Continue reading The Kingdom 22: Halloween
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The Kingdom 14: Epic?
Here we go again. Welcome to the blog blast of the section that I call The Kingdom from the book Reality of the Unreal Mind, Vol. 3: The Keep. The Kingdom is an explanation of the work itself. You can’t understand any writer unless you know their work. So Friday we began at 6 p.m. and I will release… Continue reading The Kingdom 14: Epic?
The Shieldmaidens 10: Heart
And I bow as I step onto the dance floor, and the strings strain, and the bodies around us move. Bodies of abusers and saviors. Rose dances with Olsen, Destiny with Tiger. The music plays, we all twirl, and I take each of the next stories out onto the floor. The waltz is the most… Continue reading The Shieldmaidens 10: Heart
Rise of the Storyteller 35: Stained Glass Light
There were four ways to get to college, as described to me by mother when I was a freshman in high school. 1) You were born rich, filthy rich, and it was paid for by your parents. 2) You got perfect grades from sixth grade to senior year and you got a scholarship. 3) You… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 35: Stained Glass Light
Rise of the Storyteller 33: Conditional Love
A man once told me a mother’s job is to teach the child about unconditional love. The father has a more difficult job. Of course, the father loves the child unconditionally, but he must teach the child about conditional love. He must hold the child accountable for his or her actions. If the child doesn’t… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 33: Conditional Love
Rise of the Storyteller 29: The Mother of All Writing
My freshman year of high school was a rough one. It was peppered with fights and attitude, sleepless nights and more sleepless nights. It was the year I found out I was bipolar. It was the year I learned how not to be treated by a girl. It was a year filled with destructive patterns… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 29: The Mother of All Writing
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