The Writer's Block


I was there when the angels fell. I watched as they were tossed from their paradise, wings ablaze as they cried out for the father that no longer loved them. The barren lands were struck with great force and sounds of thunder echoed through the mountains as the heavenly hosts arrived in their new homes. They were no longer his children; they were like us, cast forever from the light. Their cries of pain and sadness rang through my ears like sweet music and I danced in joy as they wandered aimlessly begging forgiveness.

I was there when they crucified him. The people shouted and demanded he die. His body was broken for the very people he loved. They crowned him with thorns and called him their king. They made him carry the instrument of his death as the people cheered. Their bloodlust satiated my hunger as I fed on their rage. Every stone thrown, every poke and prod at his fresh wounds was as delicious to me as the sweetest nectar. Yes I was there, until his very last breath and the skies blot out the sun and the darkness swaddled me.

I was there when the mountain erupted. Fire spewed from its mouth, black smoke shrouding the land in darkness. The earth shook and a river of raging fire flowed down to the city. The people ran and ran as they fought to breath, but every breath filled their lungs with ashes. The same ashes washed over their bodies and covered them like blankets, becoming their tombs. So much death surrounded me as a walked among them and bathed in the ashes.

I was there when the “holy” wars were fought. Weak minds slaughtering each other, claiming their God’s land for themselves when they should have known it was never theirs to claim. Blood drenched the fields as rage and blinding faith swung swords and clashed shields. The screaming would fill the days and often put me to sleep like a lullaby. Their pride fed me as they battled for years never understanding how wrong they were in their beliefs.

I was there when the plague spread across the land. Death rode his horse, claiming men, women and children. Families torn by his blade as his horse trampled the remains. Fear washed over the land and I feasted upon it as a king would. Illusions of safety clouded minds, trying to replace the fear with hope. I laughed at their attempts to hide from Death, as they fell to their knees praying to their God unaware that this was part of his “grand design.”

I was there when they burned them at the stake. These men of faith, believing the Light Bringer had come to these people, giving them gifts and making pacts. Again they understood nothing. These people mattered not to Him. Yet the false accusations filled their heads, leading them to act as God’s hand, passing judgment when that power was not theirs to wield. Their cries filled the air; the screaming of innocence went ignored as the fire burned their skin and filled their lungs. But I heard them, and I smiled.

I was there when brother fought brother over winds of change. People who were part of a “great” nation divided over petty ideals and control for those deemed “property”. Massive fields of green turned red as blood watered them for days. Wives would no longer see their husbands; children would no longer see their fathers. I was there to hear every last words escape their bodies in hopes their loved ones could hear them being carried on the wind, but only I heard them and how they made me laugh.

I was there when you harnessed the power of the sun. When you dropped fiery doom upon unsuspecting cities and the whole world quaked at the power that was in your grasp. A pillar of fire and death rose as searing heat burned thousands in an instant and thousands more burned slowly wishing for death’s kiss and never receiving it. They would suffer for years and their children’s children would suffer as well. You called it a victory, they called it murder. But I stood and watched in joy as this was the closest I would come to feeling the heat of my home.

I was there when your colossal towers fell. When metal twisted and burned while hundreds were trapped with nothing but terror surrounding them as smoke filled their lungs. You sent your “heroes” to save them, but all you did was sacrifice more lives to the inferno. I watched as the helpless tossed themselves from on high rather than face the flames. And when the towers collapsed I stood strong while everyone fled the dark cloud coming their way.

I was there when nature unleashed its wrath as a colossal wave destroyed homes and lives. Families lost to the depths as water filled their lungs and dragged them through the streets. Buildings that stood strong and proud reduced to rubble, marking burial sites for the damned. I swam through the waters as you cried out in pain and anger and sadness as the world around you stood by in horror.

I was there when the world went to war a final time. As your greed and a love of power reached its maximum potential there was nothing left but for you to burn the world that he gave you. Millions slaughtered as blood flowed throughout the lands day and night. Your kind went from having billions to mere millions in the span of a year. For the first time in centuries your kind were equals.

We were there at humanities end. We watched with excitement as the last of your kind wandered endlessly in search of hope. We were there as the hope began to fade and all that you were was at an end. And just as the last of you took their last breath we revealed ourselves as the watchers we had always been.


I am legion for We are many.




Binary Choice

Revenge is a dish best served cold. You hear them say it all the time. Advice given to anyone foolish enough and willing to go after it. If you’re going to get revenge, do it right. Plan it out, think through all the possibilities, all the variables. Make them suffer as you have. Do it when they least expect it. That’s the only way you can make it can work. The only way you can make it to the other side without losing yourself completely. You can’t afford to make mistakes. That’s how you get killed. Guess that’s why they also tell you before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. But no one ever told me what to do at this moment, when it was almost done and all I had to do was make the kill. Nobody ever prepares you for that moment just before it ends. Read the rest of this entry »

Fear is the Mind Killer

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing….only I will remain” – Dune (Frank Herbert)

Sorry there wasn’t a new story for you this week. It was…well I’ll just say it was a long and not so great week. But I don’t like to leave my readers hanging in the wind so I thought I would take the time to write about something that affects every creative person out there: Fear. Read the rest of this entry »


Anger. Joy. Sadness. Delight. Envy. Hope. Despair. Excitement. Fear. Rage. Shock. Frustration. Embarrassment. Contempt. Disgust.  Stress. Guilt. Love.


The joys of the morning rush of the streets of New York. When she was 12 she was beaten by her drunken father for spilling milk. When he was 8 he was burned with a cigarette by one of the local kids. She was raped in high school. He raped someone in high school. She accidentally set her parents house on fire while she was high. He’s been cheating on his wife for the past two years. And this guy, well he’s committed suicide three times and failed at each attempt. God I hate this city. All of these fucked up scenarios, all these emotions. For once I’d like to not have all of this shit coming into my head on my way to the coffee shop. But that’s the thing about being an empath; it’s a bitch. Read the rest of this entry »


Okay so I didn’t think it was cool to make my potential audience wait a whole week for a story so I’ve decided to post a story I wrote for an older blog I did back in the day. So here it is for your reading pleasure and let me know if you love it, hate it, or what you think I could have done better. Feedback of all kind is welcome and appreciated. Enjoy! Read the rest of this entry »

Welcome to The Writer’s Block!

For a long time people have been telling what a great writer I am. No matter how many times I heard it, I never believed it. At best I thought I was okay. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy writing, but just because you enjoy doing something doesn’t mean you’re great at it. So I never saw myself trying to become a writer. However as time went on I started writing more and more short stories and sharing them with people and they enjoyed them. The more I did it the more I decided to keep going. Read the rest of this entry »