Freedom's Palace: Nature's Embrace

I know of a place,
a gentle, excluded place,
where time has no power,
where childhood returns,
where child hood lingers,
where imagination is king.
I know of a place,
an ancient, powerful place,
where the sounds of a rushing river lull one to sleep,
where the stars are as numerous as the possibilities,
where one can hear the very earth speak,
where a child, of any age, is free.
I know of a place,
where one can spend the morning a pirate,
where one can spend the evening a frontiersman,
where one can spend the night a dreamer.
I know of a place,
where the air is thin,
where just breathing fills oneself with vitality,
where doing nothing at all is more fulfilling than the most exciting day anywhere else,
where one can be alone,
truly alone,
and feel the sanctity of nature.
I know of a place,
where sunlight filters through the pine needles far above, and the sagebrush scrapes my legs,
where a table round can become a circus,
where a water tank can become a fort,
where I can be free.

Oh how I envy the frontiersmen, the explores, the pirates, the dreamers,
who had their whole lives to experience such a place as this.

Choices pt. 2

I have decided to continue working on Project: OMEGA, however I've also decided that it needs to be reworked from the ground up. The plot was weak, the characters flat, and most of both were cliche.

The biggest difference that I have decided upon is that OMEGA is not a one time genetic enhancement. In the new plot, it takes a more pivotal role in the story. It will work via an injection that will temporarily heighten the senses, adrenalin, immune system, and healing process. It will also increase strength and speed, and lower the amount of pain that can be felt while the drug is in the system.OMEGA is also highly addictive and dangerous. It can drive the user mad, it increases the chances of mental instability, hallucinations, heavy PTSD, and the user can easily kill themselves by causing serious injury and then running out of the drug. Withdrawals from OMEGA are severe and deadly. going cold turkey is usually fatal.

I am not entirely sure about the rest of the plot, but I have decided to st the story after an alien invasion rather than during it. This means that humanity will be severely oppressed, and that the main characters will no longer have the support of the world's military forces behind them.

Fantasy study

The following is simply a study on a fantasy magic system, and characters. Maybe more will come in the future.


Kadwin checked her saddlebag, blindly reaching--hoping--for any fruit left. None. The trees here were barren, not at all like home. She turned back towards the fire, a small rabbit was roasting, she could smell it, her stomach growled at the thought of food--the first all day--but she made herself walk dignified towards it. He was watching. He still hadn't given her his name, but she didn't need, or even want, it. His deep-red coat almost blended in to the shadows, his hood still covered his face. His face, she shivered at the thought of it, The one glance she had gotten was enough--his eyes were dead, as if he no longer cared about life. She walked next to him, sat down on the rocky ground and adjusted her skirts. He had his sword in hand, one palm lightly holding it at the hilt, the other at the blade. Its double-edge gleamed in the firelight, an inscription ran down the blade in some language she did not recognize. The guard depicted an eagle in flight, wing-tips stretched towards the point, the two-handed grip was covered in black leather, the pommel was a ruby gripped between the eagle's talons. It was a beautiful weapon, but Kadwin much preferred her bow.


With a start, he stood. He was easily the tallest man she had ever seen, taller than any horse, even if one measured it to the tip of its ears, except, maybe his own. She looked around for what had startled him, then she heard it. A scream, a bloodcurdling, fear inducing, scream. It was followed by countless others. His sword was in one hand, his other was stretched out towards the fire. It blew towards him, into his open palm, and disappeared. He thrust his hood back, and she saw his face again. It would have been a handsome face, were it not for the dead eyes, the three parallel scars that ran down his face from each one, it was horrifying to look at.

"Grab your bow, and stay put," he growled.

"What are those things?" she said in return.

"Bes'trolls, maybe a Shade. Keep your eyes open, the Shadow moves tonight." Kadwin was sure that she blinked, he was right in front of her for one second, then five feet away the next. And again, ten feet, fifteen, she lost him in the trees. She hurried to her bow, and waited.

Choices...

My laptop just died on me, along with all the chapters I have worked on for my book. I have that at least backed-up, but now I must make the choice of whether I should go through the effort of moving my book to a new computer, or simply start over. At current, my literary genre of choice is epic fantasy, so writing sci-fi is a lot harder.

After two Months...

My parents took me out of catholic school and enrolled me in an internet school. The catholic school wasn't accredited and I'd already taken half the classes anyway so it was a waste of time. I'm kinda mad because those are the same reasons that I gave to not go in the first place, but whatever...