Writer's Quote Wednesday is a weekly feature where I delve into famous writer's words of wisdom and share how I have interpreted the meaning for my own creative endeavors to maybe help inspire yours! A good writer refuses to be socialized. He insists on his own version of things, his own consciousness. And... Continue Reading →
Writer's Quote Wednesday is a weekly feature where I delve into famous writer's words of wisdom and share how I have interpreted the meaning for my own creative endeavors to maybe help inspire yours! I write best when I am either falling in love or falling apart Rudy Francisco Though it is true that... Continue Reading →
I am naturally an extrovert. I thrive around people, being social, being active, interacting and engaging with my surroundings and all that surrounds me! I love to host, I love to bring people out of their shells, I love to be the first one on the dance floor, sharing my creativity and inspiring others to... Continue Reading →
Writer's Quote Wednesday is a weekly feature where I delve into famous writer's words of wisdom and share how I have interpreted the meaning for my own creative endeavors to maybe help inspire yours! Understand me. I am not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I... Continue Reading →
As a writer there is nothing better then typing the words The End onto whatever story you have been etching onto the page from the very inner depths of your brink, sinew and soul. Sure there can be a bittersweet edge laced into the Fin of what the words represent, for no longer will... Continue Reading →
Running, running, running… The night is pitch, a blanket of darkness that engulfs the landscape and blinds those who dare to tread. Don’t go out after dark they say for even that which is known becomes strange. They want to scare us, to keep us away, but away from what? The darkness cannot hurt you... Continue Reading →
The seeming eyes of a gargoyle look out on the dark city streets as a figure skulks in the shadows perched in pocket of a building’s windowsill overlooking the moonlit City skyline. It may seem as shimmering and clear as crystal in the dead of this night as one looks to the sky for future... Continue Reading →
*Ring* - a shrill alarm rings throughout the empty Batcave. *Ring* - Gotham City Bank: A tellers hand hits the silent alarm. *Ring* - The doorbell at Wayne Manner; The visitor Mirrianna Savauge. Outside Gotham City Bank: The area is tapped off with police cars barricading the perimeter. Gordon’s car pulls up and... Continue Reading →
*clink* Mirrianna unfolds the extendable legs from the industrial case she carries turning it into its own table. She has yet to really acknowledge the other person in the room. She has yet to react or act effected by any of her current situation, as though this were as normal as super at six.... Continue Reading →
Commissioner Gordon stands before Mirrianna Savauge a rather serious looking young woman who has come to the High Security Solitary department of Arkham Asylum for a very specific reason. She has an intimidating presence about her person that seems to stem from her determination and the confidence she holds in her conviction, her hair is... Continue Reading →
Glory Fiction 