Howdy, friendly editors and less friendly editor-in-chief, Mr. Edwards. These are my notes on the strange situation with the M. It does indeed seem to be newsworthy, as I'm sure you will realize the further you read. Please keep in mind these notes are a work in progress! No rough-draft shaming, guys! Any-who, hope everything is ducky-dory back at the Tribune. Tell Janice I say hi.

Two young lovers visit a yard sale. The owner appears.

The Watchful Eye Helm mourns the one he could not protect, scorning the man who brought her death.

(NSFW) On the devilish night of Liar's Eve, a lonely wizard finds himself granted the gift of a magical partner. However, his new love came at a cost, and will continue to cost him dearly. Set in my D&D world of Ashlar and written for a friend!

Scene written in an hour for a workshop prompt.

Short story written in an hour for a workshop prompt.

In the mystic land of Redshire, a starving performer finally lands the acting gig of his dreams. But when the opportunity to discover the foundational nature of his role arises, will the actor choose to realize his full potential, or will he continue to deny himself of his true identity?

An alliterative poem written for my Poetry class.

Another Ghazal written for Poetry 101. This one is significantly... worse.

Written for my Poetry 101 class.

Every day is a donation. You're the unwilling donor.

Like a child he plays.

I don't want to leave your warmth.

Jingle jangle.

Found in my notes app circa 2019.

Time stops, but only for me.

Follow.

xoxo

Ouch.

I am jealous of the dogs.

The screen is black and white again.

Sleep soundly.

Always read the fine print.

Three short poems from a high school loser.

I Drive.

Nothing ever changes.

A poem by my OC, Hal Garrison.

Chagrined cherubim choir.

Darkness attracts.

We are not the same.

Mother Earth loves the hate. She's a masochist.

What have aye done?

Stop a moment and think.

Look how far we've come.

Why even bother?

More religion. Yuck.

I don't believe much anymore.

Where we go when we fall.

Memories on the rise.

Why do we choose to live here?

I do not recall when or why I wrote this poem, but it is here.

A poem I wrote in 11th grade AP Lang about nature.

Shit happens.

The world is a confusing place.

/ / /

Poem I wrote about the unknowing of love.

Poem I wrote in middle school about feeling quirky and not like the other girls.

Narrator embarks on a journey up a mountain through a blizzard. He contemplates his mental illness and his relationship with those who suppoort him. The mountain cleanses all.

Dick is a single father after the frenzy of his ex-wife, Jane. When Dick returns to his home away from home, things go awry and a supernatural force soon derails his life.

In a dramatic high fantasy world, a motley crew of mistrusting adventurers attempt to ferry a gifted prodigy to an elusive sanctuary. Everyone deserves a second chance to realize the beauty of the world.

Two stories set in Ashlar (my D&D setting) that tell the same event from different perspective, one using only dialogue and one completely want of dialogue. It was an experiment, and I think it turned out decently.

The creation/origin story of my D&D setting, Ashlar. From the ashes comes a second chance.

A D&D story told mostly to fill in a character's backstory. Not really enjoyable to read for leisure, to be honest, LMAO. Just uploading it here for archive purposes.

Tap, tap-tap, tap: fingers on the glass that never breaks. Why does the rain tap louder?

Space cowboys, Arthurian knights, and superheroes straight off the comic book page. What do these all have in common?

Paige is tired of the system dismissing her ingenuity. She's finally snapped, and is ready to take action. One can only hope no one gets in her way.

Is there an escape to depression? Or is the exit only a doorway to another malaise?

My first novella. Of course, set in my Dungeons and Dragons world of Ashlar. This story follows an eldritch aberration cursed with two conflicting powers: to kill, to heal. Throughout the millennia, as the entity meets new creatures on Ashlar, he begins to learn his purpose. What path will he walk?

A narrative poem telling the account of my D&D character's encounter with her vile father. Inspired by Robert Browning's epic poem, "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came"

A Dungeons and Dragons story concerning on of my players and her bond with her patron. Azriel Stoneheart, a studious elf, can't seem to connect with the spirits around her. Despite the permeation of deities and entities in Azriel's school, something seems to prevent her from contacting them. When a classmate lashes out, Azriel tries to save him (divine protection or not).

A story set in my Dungeons and Dragons setting, Ashlar. A young boy finds himself kidnapped aboard a slaving vessel. He makes a daring escape, but finds himself treading into unknown waters. Where will the current take him?

A story told to flesh out my Dungeons and Dragons setting, Ashlar. When a young alchemy student invents a device to power automatons with energy from the spirit world, the consequences lead to the destruction of the nation as he knew it, as well as his relationship with his best friend. Is war all an automaton is meant for?

A short story based in my Dungeons and Dragons setting, Ashlar. A foolish mayor ignores a series of mysterious kidnappings which approach his harbor town of Valor. A message courier attempts to convince the mayor to warn the townspeople, but will the mayor listen?

Narrator (Liam) discovers an impossible phenomenon while visiting the emergency room. Will it be his downfall?

Charlie H. and his college roommate don't get along. When an unexpected accident results an unnatural transformation in his roommate, Charlie H. finds himself in a more dangerous situation than he could have imagined.

A Dystopian city and its brainwashed inhabitants discover there is a world outside of their bubble, but they choose to remain ignorant. Written for a high school English course during a unit on Dystopian settings. Very cliche.

A story of mental illness and the importance of a support structure. Rather dramatic since I wrote it in middle school, but I think it still has some value.

This was a horror assignment for a creative writing class I took in 2019. I wanted to combine Miracle Musical's song, "The Mind Electric" with Stephen King's "Carrie," two pieces of media I was really vibing with at the time. What came about was this. While not my best work, very foundational to my prospective career as a writer.