An acceptable announcement – Walking the Scar on the site!

Good day, reader. <3 Due to the Storyshift app and newgrounds.com platform losing significant traction over the past year, the publisher’s given me the okay to publish it not only on Story Shift but also publish it on my personal spaces. What it means? Walking the Scar episodes will be jointly posted on this very site and […]

A cold and relaxed report to you

Good day, I hope you’ve been well these past few days- often I wonder what people who read my work do day by day, where they go, where they’re from, it’s a weird connection I feel. Stephen King talked about it in his memoir/how-to On Writing, mentioning that writing to someone, and knowing they’ve read it, is […]

The Four-Eyed 2016 Year-End Report

A Fine Fourth-Dimension Location to you, reader, It’s been a considerable year when it comes to notoriety, I’ve made good progress, but not as much as I’d like (as usual). This year, your patronage has assisted me in: Publishing three works: –Sacrifice –Nail (The Sequel to Paper) And –Nocturna League Episode 4: The Record of […]

Kelliday 2016 3/3 – The People of the Capitol and The Magic of Kingsday

25th – The People of the Capitol and The Magic of Kingsday Finally the day that is Kingsday, And all throughout the land, The joy of children rings forth, Be their home in snow or in sand.   Each home’s mantel is invaded, On this cozy Kingsday Morn, That each child might get presents, With […]

Kelliday 2016 2/3 – The Overlord

Certainly right before Kingsday, And deep in a tower, Thrones a mighty deadly overlord, From who all commoners cower,   On his lap lax four little minions, And around him sit two-dozen more, That on this night before Kingsday, They might hear a tale from yore.   His grin brilliant and wide, As white as […]

Kelliday 2016 1/3 – The Knights

The Kell Inkston 2016 Holiday Gift Part One -In hopes of a time in which reading could change the world-   23rd – The Knights Tis on the night before Kingsday, And all throughout the court, Is a miraculous silence, The contemplative sort.   Tis in a warm office, And further then a chair, That […]