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A Reflection on Writing
About a week or two ago, I was assigned to write a personal narrative essay. The subject of this essay was about a changing viewpoint about someone or something; for good or for bad, for better or for...
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Another Book Update
Well, I’m gonna make this more or less an apology for even more sparse posting than before, but this is due in part to finish formatting the manuscript for the upcoming book. Once this is finished...
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At Long Last!
Behold, I present to you my first publication, The Darkness! This FREE short collaboration novelette contains both well known stories and poems, along with two previously unreleased stories! So follow...
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The Holders
Hello Zealot readers! While browsing the web, I came across a series of micro fictions called The Holders. The story: there are 583 cursed objects in our world. If brought together, the end of all...
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Gamers
Hey there Zealots! I apologize dearly for the two week hiatus (things in the mundane world got a bit hectic), but now I am back with original content! So enjoy today’s piece, and I will continue to...
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Article 3
The piano sat alone in the empty room; A distressed man makes his rounds with his broom. All the tables and chairs sit unoccupied, The piano is sad because the atmosphere has died. The man with his...
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The Cross
I always hated the cross. I hated it when I knelt before it, slouched in the crowded pew. From its high perch on the glistening linoleum wall, from dangling necklaces, from sweating hands holding it...
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To be known
One sits on its own, in its home, all and alone with no one to share its tea, scones. Wished someone felt the same way it felt, felt just to be known. But no one is home. Plenty of space to build its...
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An Ode to the Bicycle
I’m not a brave person. I stayed on the trike for far too long. My cowardice might be a curse and it’s easily reversed by a hit from a bong. There’s nothing better than being stoned and riding my...
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