Chapter 9: Circle of the Mad Magician

9. Dragon age comes out tomorrow :)

Chapter 8

I thought about quitting today... just because no one is seeming to read it and I would much rather do something else. So if you're reading this right now that's why the writing seems really poor... just cranking it out.

Sorry :(

Chapter 7: Mother

This Chapter was also rushed since I am falling behind on words and I wanted to do stuff this weekend. Sorry :(

Although I think everything is there it just can be worded a lot better. Also are you confused by this reality thing? I know right.

This is also the first chapter that doesn't end of a cliffhanger that ties into a flashback... or does it?

Chapter 6: Father

Hey guys.

Chapter six was rough. I re-edited it like a thousand times when I got to that point where the antagonist met with the protagonist. There are hundred different ways I had explained it but yeah... I think it shows but I'm find with it.

Chapter 5 - Family Reunion

So it seems the present chapters are a lot shorter than the flashbacks. While this is true for the moment in the next few chapters it may not be so much...

Chapter Five, Blaze (or Jamie) confronts his parents on what happened.

Chapter Six will continue where chapter 4 left off.

Chapter 4: The Last City

Hey everyone, here is Chapter 4. It's a long chapter which is why it took me a few days.

So Chapter 5 is next, probably tomorrow. Then Chapter Six on Tuesday?

Hopefully.

Let me know how this is going. I really hate doing novels because I don't know how I'm doing with them. Last year suffered from poor planning, this year is just really confusing setting and such. So I'm hoping people can follow along ok.

Chapter 3: “So Do You Know What Happened To…”

Wow, that's fast eh?

This chapter was actually done before I edited chapter 2. Chapter 4 is going to be a few days as I feel like it's going to be a meatier chapter.

So let's run down what we know so far:

- Jamie Davis returns after missing a year in real time. He has a demonic spirit in him.
- Jamie Davis was in a "Lost Realm" for twelve or so years.
- Detective Pierre believe Jamie to be an innocent in all this and it has something to do with a death cult.

 Hmmm? Next chapter, find out what ever happened to....

Chapter 2 - The Beginning

Chapter 2 is done. It might be a bit messy near the bottom, and I want to release a chapter every other day. Believe it or not, this is actually a 3,220 word chapter. Which is slightly more than my needed average per day, so I could've waited until tomorrow to put this up!

Good news is Chapter 3 is finished, and we'll be going back to the Modern Timeline after Blaze or well... Jamie left the Lost Realm.

NaNoWriMo New Book - Home. Chapter 1 - Welcome Home

Hey, how's it going! Today is the first day of NaNoWriMo, the National Novel Writing Month. I'll be writing a novel called "Home" which is about a boy returning home after fulfilling his destiny in another Realm. We have tons of stories about how the hero saves the day and fulfills his destiny, but nothing about what happens after.

Now the way this is written will be odd. The chapters will alternate between present and past. The first chapter is set in the Present, but the next chapter will be set somewhere in his past. I'm very excited about this piece of writing, it's something I wanted to do for a while.

But wait, what happened to the s sequel to "Joseph Pierre's Angel of Death?" I wrote it last year for NaNoWriMo, but the person who I was writing it for is no longer in my life. So I needed to move on.

If you want your name to be in here, let me know. I suck at creating names. Ok here it is for real.

New Poem: Old Toys

I'm sick. This was just for venting. Being single sucks.

What's worse than being single, the amount of hate you have towards the other party. Call it jealously. Anyways, not much effort put onto this. Thinking about what to do for November.

Used Toy.

I once had a…
Porcelain doll with a painted on smile,
with a dead-eye stare so vile.
She wore misery as a crown,
and only happy when she frowned. 

A toxic toy for a boy to play with,
he spent all of his time playing with her,
playing games of dress up, no other toy he prefer.
He lost all of his friends, one by one until there was none.
He didn’t know this until he was done. 

Tired of the toy, they can only do so much,
he put her in an old box after lunch.
Ran downstairs looking for friends to play,
but there wasn’t anyone over today.

Ran upstairs, to the toy box, open he lid,
his old toy must’ve hid. He couldn’t find it,
checked the bed, and under the rug,
looked out the window and spotted her,
with a new kid.

Last supper

Last Supper

The judge sentenced me,
left me alone to rot, to let me be.
I sit for eight hours a day,
working.
I sit for eight hours a day,
reading.

I watch the bugs crawl on my unkempt floor,
watching them come and go underneath the door.
I stare at the window and lay my head on the pillow.

With a dreaded sigh,
I know this is the night that I die.
At least prisoners get a last supper,
I’m eating fucking pizza pops.