Realized that I should probably start uploading PDFs of my series I’ve been posting cuz this is ALOT to read in one go (even for me!). It would also be nice to have a hard copy of feedback, which Holli has told me is useful for her work she’s uploaded. Let me know if a Character Glossary should be included separately!

“With respect, father, I believe we would do best to return to our prior business.” Interjected Adilar beside Tanil gently, reminding the two lords of their obligation. 

“Yes, of course, my boy!” Replied Tanil heartily, grinning with a flush of embarrassment at his son’s gentle chastisement, “How rude of me! I’m sure Master Barator is eager to get on with our plans.” 

For the duration of the time spent out on the veranda the conversation consisted of proposals for the event, which Barator would relay back to the high lord of his own land, who would in turn confer with his fellow Olaniri lords near and far as to whether or not the venture was in agreement to their accords. Barator was himself growing quite receptive to the idea, believing that Lord Tanil’s vision was one born of genuine desire for good and that it held the potential for achieving…

The Monster and God

*just a sneak peak at the piece I’m working on for the Heroes/Villains competition that Eileen emailed us all about. The piece will focus on a confession-like scene between the recently re-exiled Napoleon on St. Helena and his real life confessor, Abbe Vignali. Not sure if I want to keep it as a script or turn it into short story form. Maybe I will experiment with both and see which you all prefer. Let me know what you think so far!

Napoleon: what am I, Vignali? 

Vignali: you are a man, sire. 

Napoleon: Is that all? Tell me, Abbè, did God not instruct that all of us are to become like Himself? Did He not intend that we fashion ourselves into his likeness? 

Vignali: He did indeed, sire. 

Just a little poem that came to me when I got home. As a Catholic I see the Eucharist as not just the tiny piece of bread I receive every Sunday but as a way of life, a call to love sacrificially. This piece is heavily inspired by my parents, whose devotion to living a Eucharistic life sustained them through the best and worst of times together while they raised me and my siblings. Let me know what you think and don’t be afraid to critique the flow or other elements of the poem, I’m still new to this genre!

This is my body, this is my blood

She says without words from the day she gives us life into the late years of our childhood

This is my body this is my blood

He says without words as he works himself to the bone day and night to ensure…