What Is This Blog?

This is the center for all of my pieces of writing that I wish to make public, such as old drafts, articles, and fiction. However, it’s also where I host my weekly updated high fantasy series, “That’s So Wizard“!

Click the first icon above to access all the chapters of that serial, or click here.

If you’d rather not read it on WordPress, click the 3rd (heart) icon above to see links to more than just social media sites. You’ll see Wattpad, JukePop, FictionPress, and Tumblr links where TSW is also hosted.

Enjoy your stay and I hope at least one of my pieces of writing entertains you! Also, never forget that no matter who somebody is or what they do, everybody has a story.

TSW: Chapter 25 – Like Soldiers

Chapter Twenty-Five – Like Soldiers

There they stood within Deena’s abode, five in total: Kevin the ginger warrior, Daveon the handsome druid, Deena the little witch, Renatta the fire ninja, and Eldrian the aspiring wizard. They were in circle looking towards one another, as Eldrian just finished explaining everything he knew to those who were out of the loop—about Asta, the thugs, and the upcoming battle.

“So we’re expecting to run into a guy with mind control powers, and a guy who has indestructible skin, on top of a spellbreaker, which is apparently the thing that counters all of your powers?” Kevin asked.

“Yes,” Eldrian replied.

“You know I’ll help you, but how do we deal with this? It sounds even more dangerous than the giant Dylan thing.”

“Planning, and a lot of improvising, like usual.”

Deena crossed her arms and gathered their attention. “Eldrian and I have been discussing what to do. They all have unique abilities that need to be dealt with. If only those three are there as threats, we need to figure out who is best made to handle each one. There’s five of us, which means two of them can be dealt two of us instead of one, and I imagine Asta is on the top of that list.”

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TSW: Chapter 24 – The Lonely Bull

Chapter Twenty-Four – The Lonely Bull

Even when I was little, my father taught me how to be tough, because that was the only way he knew to make me strong. We trained with blunt sticks. I thought it was infuriating at first, but I grew to enjoy that time we spent together, and I’ll never forget when the day came that I knocked the stick out of his hands. Neither did he, I assume, because I knew it wasn’t raining, even if he told me it was.

But this story isn’t about my dad and I. Xeno, Ron, you both fill me with rage. I hope you know that. I’m sharing with you why you’re here only because soldiers need substance behind their fighting, I assume. That’s what my dad told me once. So sit back and I’ll tell you a bit of it, and you better damn well listen closely. I’m not repeating a thing. All right? Good. Though, I don’t know why I’d need to explain why magic is bad in the first place. You both experienced it first-hand. Twice.

Again, back to my father, but that’s where I have to start. I’m a descendent of the Bull clan of spellbreakers. Whether one realizes it or not, all spellbreakers come from one of many clans named after animals. That’s what my dad told me, anyway. He possessed no abilities himself. They skip generations, sometimes several, leaving some lost from their ancestral connections completely. He knew I had the abilities of a spellbreaker, so he had me practice. You might think this is why I hate wizards, and it might be part of it, but this isn’t the reason, no. It’s simply how I managed to enter this wizard’s world that hardly a person knows about.

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TSW: Chapter 23 – Twisted

Chapter Twenty-Three – Twisted

Renatta no longer reflected the image of a deadly assassin. Instead, she wore fine red clothes, and not unlike in the way of a belly dancer. Her footwear slipped on, like flats, and in the end, Eldrian thought she resembled moreso a genie, but he also assumed if genies were real, they wouldn’t be armed with blades.

“I barely remember,” she whispered. “But I do have fleeting memories of a building. A small house, at the border of the city. It was old, worn, and next thing I knew, everything was spinning and twisting. I heard a voice in my head, and snickering, and here I am. I am sorry I do not remember more. I can take you to the place, though, at the very least. And then we can burn him up!”

She flexed her arm, and upon the edge of her knuckles sprouted a roaring fire. Eldrian winced back a step or two after feeling the wave of warmth come over his skin.

“Careful with that,” he muttered.

“Oops. Sorry,” she said in response, snuffing out the flame.

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Fantasy Riddle/Poem

Just for fun, I wrote up a riddle someone could use for a plot hook in a D&D campaign, or whatever they find it useful for, even if it’s just giving it a read. Can you figure out what happened to the little girl that went missing?

A young girl and her mother stared towards the moon without a chance passed by, because for reasons even beyond her, that girl found beauty in something so far, and so mysterious. One day, however, she disappeared, and they never found her again. They say when the moon is up and you’re on the village’s border, you can hear a child’s voice, whispered quiet, like the wind’s tormented poem.

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A sunken few, seeing from where I am,
and the forgotten one, condemn.
Beauty sparkles, but so far away,
what it no longer is, the day.

Distaste for the one, it knows,
and if not elsewhere, it goes.
No longer forgotten, if only,
day comes and leaves, wont save me.

Between I am, they dance.
but I’m still alone, bechance.
Prison high, or is it low,
too tired to know.

Purest beneath, the irony,
that so purely, would take me.
Cold now, too much, and slowing,
but what happens now?

TSW: Chapter 22 – Prison Unbreak

Chapter Twenty-Two – Prison Unbreak

Enough was enough. It was time for Eldrian to throw caution aside—even if he often did that already—and work the offensive to stop this unknown force from threatening not only his life but that of his friends’. Therefore, he pitched an idea to Deena as they sat together on the sofa of her living room. It was one that not only could lead to trouble, but could also lead them to answers, or at the very least, it could unravel the mystery of the spiral eyes.

“So this is the plan,” Eldrian started. “We travel to the police station at midnight tonight. See, I know for a fact that the old man I ran into before is still being kept in there, as they’re a little confused about his condition still. We need to act quickly. It’ll be easy for us to get inside, and when we are, we figure out what happened to him.”

“You want to use our magic to sneak into a jail?” Deena asked in response.

“Yes. It’ll be a snap. In, out, and nobody will find out. We aren’t going to break him out. We’re going to break ourselves in… and then back out. It isn’t like any laws will be broken. You know, besides the trespassing part.”

“We don’t exactly have a better plan, I suppose. And it could lead us to that assassin too. She has some explaining to do.”

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TSW: Chapter 21 – Out of Mind

Chapter Twenty-One – Out of Mind

Both the ambitious wizard Eldrian and his brave companion Kevin sat together on a bench overlooking one of the local parks, bundled up in cozy jackets and scarves, but luckily they shared that Canadian durability to combat Alberta’s crisp biome. In Eldrian’s hands was a newspaper. He licked his finger, and brought the page over to the next before snapping it flat into place.

It was nearly empty. Not only was the park not one of the most expansive, but few went out without the bright warmth of the sun, at least not in the same degree.

“Interesting,” he muttered. “So it displays the news, but on paper.”

Kevin deadpanned his expression over to Eldrian.

“Do you actually not know what a newspaper is, or are you doing a bit?”

“Life is a bit, my friend. The sooner you learn that, the easier it’ll be.”

“You’re only a year older than me.”

“In wizard years.”

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TSW: Chapter 20 – Eyes from Afar

Chapter Twenty – Eyes From Afar

It had been a couple days since the group’s picnic in Peru. Since then, things had become relaxing and quiet, though eerily so, as they knew that somewhere near lurked a threat of unknown origin. They hadn’t heard from Lucy either. It was a time of impatient waiting for the most part, so in the mean time, Eldrian did what he usually did—wander about.

The boy made his way along one of the downtown streets. A cool, almost blinding layer of snow covered the land while a chill remained in the air, so he brought with him a coat and scarf to avoid becoming a wizard-cicle. He wondered how the rest of his friends were dealing with things. He was fully aware that in his short life he’d already experienced plenty of oddities, but for someone like Kevin, it could be overwhelming. All he could hope was that he’d adjust over time.

Eldrian wished to enjoy the day and pass some time, so he found an antique shop and stepped inside. The first thing he noticed was the welcoming warmth that greeted him upon entry. After that, the valuable knickknacks of all varieties up and down the shelves and tables, with only a few customers populating the room.

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