The morning after my first round of psychosis, I was transferred to locked ward in Richmond. It only took me a few hours to talk and hassle my way out and back to freedom, but others were and would be there far longer I was. When I arrived, I was assigned a room and sent of to wait. There were no private rooms, so when I arrived at the room, there was a woman inside, sitting on the bed, staring at the wall. She only glanced at me when I entered. “Hi,” I said, taking a seat on the free bed. more »
August 14th, 2000 • Author Shepherd Kirk’s home, Vermont Wyatt shifted as the sun brushed his face, yawning and stretching his arm across the bed to pull Regan closer. His hand met empty sheets. He drew it back across the bed, finding the place where the boy had been was empty as well. The drowsiness flew from him in an instant, his keen blue eyes snapping open to confirm that he was alone. Wyatt sat up, taking stock of the room. He had spent the night with his Shadow, Regan Fyra, in the room his vessel had set aside for more »
October 1, 2013 As the sun rose toward noon, the seven Luminari gathered in the tower of Del Sayronet. With them was Wyatt the Eldest, with Lask’s cloak around him, which would render him invisible to Dark eyes. They had divided themselves into two groups, and were a fearsome sight; Lask stood before one of the doors in the tower, gleaming in his golden armor and crimson cloak, sparks already swirling around his hands. With him was Valstion, who stood taller than the pointed feathers on Lask’s helmet. He was clad in deep purple plate armor, his long tail swinging more »
Fragments of Darkslaying. May 5th 2015 When the door burst inward, Falient was thrown back from it to the side of the room. There was a deafening explosion. The force shattered the stained glass, blowing it out in thousands of pieces into the yard beyond. Black shrapnel flew, biting into everyone around the table. There was a mad cacophony of screams and roars. Over it rang a harsh, grating voice, coming from somewhere beyond the door, “No Light will come to Maliz, but death will come to you.” Whipping wind was blowing through the door, stale and swirling with Dark more »
Join me on Tuesday, February 6 from 7:00-8:00 at Howell Library (formerly England Run) in Stafford for a presentation on “Arts and the Apocalypse.” I will give an overview on Apocalypse stories and artwork from various cultures, identify common themes, and discuss how we can use Apocalyptic motifs when creating art. On Saturday, March 10 at 10:00, I will be giving a lecture on Self Portrait Photography. Learn tips for how to take artistic selfies, use photo filters, and make quick retouches in Photoshop.