The Vast Divide

A knock on his door startled him. He wasn’t expecting anybody, certainly not at this time of night. When he opened the door, he was shocked to see Tigerclaw standing there. Tigerclaw was obviously not his real name, it was his online screen name. They had met each other years ago on a mutual friend’s website. Through messages and emails, they learned that they had a lot in common, and over the years, they had maintained their friendship.

The two of them had never met in person, however. They lived on opposite sides of the country. But, through the miracle of modern technology, the vast divide between them all but disappeared. Social media allowed them to keep tabs on each other, share photos of themselves and their families, and stay up to date on each other’s activities.

They had talked a couple of times before about meeting each other in the real world, but nothing ever came of it. They each had their own lives to lead and it never provided them the time they needed to make such a trip possible. So, how was Tigerclaw there? And where was his family? When they talked about meeting each other, their families were always involved.

“What are you doing here?” he asked Tigerclaw. “This is such a surprise.”

“I know it’s late,” Tigerclaw responded, “and I hope I didn’t wake anyone, but I’m leaving soon and I wanted to visit you before I go.”

He knew Tigerclaw’s words didn’t make sense, but he stepped aside and let him into his house. The two of them spent all night talking, laughing, watching movies, and generally just enjoying each other’s company. When the morning light came, Tigerclaw got up to leave. “I wish I didn’t have to go,” Tigerclaw said. “It was nice to spend this time with my family before I left.”

He chuckled. “I’m not your family. We just met tonight.”

“That doesn’t matter. You’re still my brother.”

Before he could respond to Tigerclaw, a loud noise hit his ear. He jumped up, slapping the snooze button on his alarm clock as he did so. It was all a dream, he laughed softly to himself. He laid back down and hit the snooze button two more times before he finally got out of bed.

The rest of his morning was routine. He got showered, shaved, dressed, and got the kids to school before he headed off to work. Lunchtime came and he pulled out his phone to send Tigerclaw a message about the dream that he had. Strangely, he saw that he had received a text from Tigerclaw right around the same time that his alarm went off. For some reason, it didn’t give him a notification on his main screen. A fleeting thought popped into his head about how strange it would be if Tigerclaw had the same dream as him.

But that wasn’t what the text was about.

It was a mass text sent out to everyone who Tigerclaw had in his phone. The message was from Tigerclaw’s wife telling everybody that her husband had passed away.

At first he didn’t believe it. He certainly didn’t want to believe it, but he eventually learned that Tigerclaw had really passed away the day before from an undetected heart condition. The news devastated him.

He wanted to take the time to go to Tigerclaw’s funeral, but the responsibilities he had to his job and his family prevented it. Still, he felt like he should do something. So, in a manner he felt was fitting, he went online and posted his words for the departed.

“Though we were separated by the vast divide, you are my brother and you will be with me. Always.”


Have You Read My Stories?

Also fun for the weekend, if you didn’t take my suggestion yesterday, is reading the stories that I have on this here blog. You can find them on the My Stories tab at the top of my page. I have a Star War fan fiction. A Left 4 Dead fan fiction.

I also have 3 different comic book-type stories. There’s Dead Set, which is my serious one. Captain Procrastination is my off-the-wall goofy one. And DICO is…. well…. DICO is somewhere in the middle.

I’ve also done a short Superman fan fiction, and a Spider-Man one as well, but I haven’t added them to that page yet for some reason. I suppose I could do that now, while I’m thinking about it, but I’m channeling my inner Captain Procrastination at the moment. Oh, well. Maybe next time.

Speaking of “next time”, that’s when I’ll see you again, dear readers!

This is NOT a Shameless Plug

Hey everybody! Looking for something fun to do this weekend? Well, you’re in luck. It just so happens that I know of 3 fun things for you to do!

  1. You could read The Erratic Sun, which is an incredibly awesome book (in my completely unbiased opinion).
  2. You could read The Seven Sceptres, which was written by 4 incredibly talented individuals (again, in my completely unbiased opinion).
  3. Or, you could read Blackmoon WarMage, which is written by someone who is not shamelessly plugging it at the moment.

See? I told you they would be fun! Have a great weekend, everyone!

Uhh… New Story Out

Last night, Amazon said that it would take up to 72 hours for my short story to be up on their website. Here we are, less than 12 hours later, and it’s already up. Methinks they should review their timing claims.


The name of the story is Blackmoon WarMage.

It is the first story featuring my new character, Declevon Blackmoon. I plan on doing at least one more (if you couldn’t tell from the Book 1 designation on the Amazon page). Life is kind of hectic at the moment, so I don’t know exactly when I’ll start on the second one, but I will definitely get to it.

I truly hope you’ll give my story a try. If Declevon proves to be popular, I’ll keep on making stories for him.

New Story Coming Out

Sometime within the next few days, my newest work of fiction will be coming out on Amazon. It is a short story set in an all new world from any of my previous stories. I’ll post an update once it has officially launched, and obviously provide a link for those who want to purchase it.

I hope you all will enjoy it and I want to thank all of you on WordPress who continue to support me.

The Ghost

He was there, lurking in the background. Unseen by all around, he watched and waited. Life went on, never slowing down, never even noticing that he was gone.

Once, he was known. People knew who he was.

Now, he was no more. Now, he could only view the world as it turned without him.

He continued to watch and wait. Perhaps one day he could do more. Maybe one day he would be able to remind the world that he was once part of it.

And, on that day, he would make them regret forgetting him.

They would pay for moving on.

The Air Inside

The air inside the room was becoming harder and harder to breathe. Each deep gulp brought only a fraction of the oxygen needed to sustain life. Black smoke made up the rest. Hacking coughs followed every attempt to draw breath. Darkness swirled around and around the flames.

“He’s in here,” came a voice from somewhere in the inferno.

A figure clad in black came to take him away. Was it the Grim Reaper?

“He’s not breathing,” the voice informed the world.

Strong hands pushed down on his chest. He was strangely aware of this, despite a numbing fear that washed over him. The hands moved away for a few moments, but soon came back to crush his ribs again. It did nothing but hurt him. He was dying. There was no light. Only darkness awaited him.

Then, he gasped. His lungs expanded greedily. Another fit of coughing shook his whole frame. His throat burned. His head throbbed. Despite the air inside of him, he still felt as if he was suffocating. A fire fighter sat over him. He wondered why his savior wasn’t giving him any oxygen.

Once he finally caught his breath, the fire fighter took his helmet and breathing apparatus off, revealing his face. “Where’s the money?” the fire fighter asked.

His heart dropped. That wasn’t a real fire fighter. Well, he was a real fire fighter. He just had outside interests, as well. A sting erupted in his left cheek as the fire fighter slapped his face. “Where’s the money?”

Feebly, he pointed at his home, which was now fully engulfed in flames. The fire fighter shook his head. “You dumb bastard.”

He almost didn’t register it when the fire fighter pulled a gun out. There was no reaction when the trigger was pulled. No pain came when the bullet entered his chest, only a feeling of cold.

Once again, it was becoming harder and harder to breathe. He looked down at the bullet hole and watched as his blood poured out of him. His head fell back down and smacked into the ground. The darkness came back. He closed his eyes and shuddered as the last bit of the air inside of him passed over his lips.

He knew no more.