Living with Tammy

    T hese shorts are written as practices in writing and all are unedited and are not proofread.   Life around me has been pretty consistent with the whole family and friends thing, hell I can barely think of anyone from my high school that hasn’t started a family. Legit, at least married, divorced, mother, father, whatever, I know this through Facebook updates. The most trusted source in knowing how far behind you are in your list of goals for life. Okay, let’s be clear here, this is probably not true I have just been cursed with a feed that shows only those with kids, marriages, and everything else. In reality, this is all about where I thought I would be at the age of thirty, mostly at least not going to bed each night alone. That thing is big and lonely, though I do get to kick the covers in every which way I wish. The simple fact I have no job and no income means that in my thirtieth year on this blue earth, it feels like everything has paused. This weighed he...

    From long ago there have been stories, of great magics, of greater evils, light in the dark and shadows of the light. Each story as complex as can be, each one true in ways we could not have imagined. For eons have passed since the first one told, of monsters in the dark, with misshapen bones and torn flesh.   Creatures of the night that can only be driven away by those who dare to rise above, led by brave warriors and heroes. Enchanted they be, with magic, fire, water, steel, and honour. Each story would tell of these creatures, these men, these beings that flew across the sky.   One story, so often forgotten did not tell of the past, it told of the future! When man had forgotten of those that hide in the dark, the things that were banished to the night. As the ways of magic and enchantments were forgotten man forged new weapons, of steel, of earth, of rocks that shine with no light!   Only then, the story goes, shall the darkness awaken, and man shall cry ...