Tales from the Front

Writing Prompt : You are possessed by a demon. It doesn't control you, but it does mention it's just there because it doesn't want to go back to hell.

I mentioned previously making attempts to get over my writer's block, so here's another piece. I used the Story Engine , which is a delightful way to generate story prompts. (Have I mentioned I love random generators? I really do. Patrons get access to use a bot in my Discord server that will generate all sorts of fun things.) One of the ways that I am attempting to help with that writing block is to write things out longhand, with a pen, in my journal. When I'm at the computer, the blinking baleful eye of the cursor staring at me, I either freeze up or immediately go into editing mode. So far, so good, and I kept thinking about this prompt even well after I ran out of time. Prompt : A salvager wants to get revenge on a prophetic hospital, but it will make a hypocrite of them.

So the last five months have been a lot. I've been trying to figure out a way to really express my feelings about the whole hot mess, and hopefully this word vomit will help.

I have a longer update coming, but in the meantime, please enjoy this bit of Friday Freewriting from my "Writing Magical Realism" class.

Fear kills more dreams than failure ever does. Failure can teach you how to improve and what not to do. But we rarely talk about the fear of success, so let's do that.

Over the eons of known history, there has ever been one constant: change. Nothing stays the same for long, for chaos is ever-present within the vastness of the cosmos. But the story of the rise of the Titans, or their children the Olympians, who rule our homelands even now, is not the focus of the tales we tell now. This is not a story about the expanse into the stars, the triumph of discovery, the thrill of conquest, or how an empire gained control over known space. This is a story about its end.