Monsters... every culture no matter how contemporary or educated has them, the manifestations of fear and supernatural horror. Most all of them are different from one another, save for a few similarities. These similarities can vary to nearly too vague to account for, especially in relation to appearance, however all monsters share a few ( Read more... )

Everything moves to a beat, even an irregular one. Humans find most of their life revolves around something constant, something that pounds or hums or thumps to imply that it is still there or still the same. We put names to them all, and classify them as is the nature of human beings. For example a bunch of people moving to one music is a dance ( Read more... )

Ones purpose in life, or rather ones code of daily conduct is a hard thing to come by, especially in America where you have the freedom to choose it yourself. Why do you get out of bed in the morning, why do you do anything you do and justify it. Most people only do some things because it is what you have to do in order to get by in todays world ( Read more... )

It seems like as time goes on I am doing more and more without. I am here, without you, and then some. Life has spared me a time or two now, so is a strange way I guess I owe it one, but it takes so much away, and what it doesn't take from me I give away in order to do better. Its so strange how sayings from an old friend come back to have ( Read more... )

I have began to wonder alot about a particular question.  Am I yet a man?  What constitutes it?  What makes you "within the state of being a man."  I have always called myself one, especially when pressed.  I have without a doubt refered to it as a mark of progress or a statement of my status, as though " man " means " freed and unabated adult."  ( Read more... )

Today like most every day consisted of pretty little, more of the same slopily constructed order that our stagnant society has created for us all.  I drove 30 minutes into huntington just to be sent back to Wayne after 45 minutes of being there.  Noon till my grandfather returned was spent in a half waking nap without any motivation to do anything ( Read more... )

       The misty wind of Askarta blew hard, as the storms of the spring gusted across the woodlands and small villages.  The tavern door thumped hard against the frame and thunder clapped outside amidst the roaring torrent of water.  Inside The Full Moon Inn,  locals gathered to dance away the rainy evening to the fiddle and strings, while weary ( Read more... )

Today is my first day off in a while, and is the first of three which I spent forge side.  As much trouble as forging seems to be in my mind, it is so much fun once I have begun that the labor almost vanishes.  Unfortunately, being away from my sacred tools has caused them to be foreign to my hands and that fact cost me in blood.  After proceeding ( Read more... )

At this very moment my history assignment is coming due in 2 and a half hours and I am not even close to understanding how to properly make this work.  I might be seriously fucked as I am on most all of my other assignments.

I found my friend Kerri Adkin's last live journal entry, and I could not help but write something.  Though not more than a touching sentiment from a friend I feel it should be posted so that those who knew her can know to read her entries and find comfort.  I miss her from time to time and should have appreciated her present much much more than I ( Read more... )