Some announcements

Hello Readers!

I have a few items to mention. The first item is a day late so forgive me! For the month of November I will be participating in NaNoWriMo! If you are also writing for NaNoWrimo my name is Blacklight Author!

I also have been taking part in the Daily Post writing prompts thank you for reading (and liking) the last flash fiction Level! More are on the way!




Here is a Flash Fiction piece I wrote based on and containing  the Daily Post prompt Expert.

 Level by J.R. Bradley

James had finally made it past the checkpoint and to the roof of the building where the helicopter pickup would be. He managed to get by every foe undetected and physically unscathed. Awesome I’m on a roll here, he mused to himself looking out over the roof top at the sea of twinkling lights. Any minute now, he impatiently mumbled while waiting for his ride off the building.

 Suddenly he sensed movement behind him. One of the infected  young men emerged from the stairs leading to the roof. James stood stock still as to not attract attention but to no avail, the infected man had noticed him “dang!” he looked around and saw no other means of safe escape or hiding. The young man smiled and began towards him and was joined by a few others. “Dang!” he exclaimed again, he thought he had went about this the right way however at this rate he would surely be hit or attacked and at the least become infected as well. I could really use a do over he thought to himself as he looked over his shoulder and began running towards the edge of the roof as the group of the infected  gave chase.

 He jumped and began the decent towards the sparkling city below. He turned his body so he wouldn’t see the ground coming closer. He closed his eyes and waited for the thud and the pain.

Soon the darkness was broken by the words: Player: 1 Level: Expert.  Score:9800.  Do you want to continue?

Yes, he answered subconsciously.  Instantly he was back at the checkpoint, this time he would get it right.

Lamenting the loss of a Muse

When writing this poem on the topic of losing a muse I kept hearing this song in my head and ended up writing it with the melody of this song. Below is a video containing the song that helped bring this poem to life. The song is A Deus from The Grandia II soundtrack (one of many great songs on the soundtrack) which was included with the game.

Disclaimer I do not own Grandia II or its soundtrack all rights belong the creators.

My Muse has disappeared or runaway

Leaving other figures in its stead

If only despair and melancholy would entice my  creativity

They instead inspire one to sit and stare

If only isolation and solitude brought inspiration to me

I need you to relight the flame of my soul
before it dims out

In darkest hours my deepest levels of grief

I need you here to turn my strife into art

Please don’t leave me! don’t forsake me

lest not now!

please return as for not, in pain I drown

Please come back here don’t not leave me

come back  or I’ll die