Save the Survivors

My submission for a prompt from another poet

When the sun goes down

In every American town

Some little ones are wrapped in love

Others must endure a shove

Hateful words eroding their joy

Hearts broken just like a toy

At the hands of dark monsters

That they call mother or father 

But they just want to feel safe

To not have rage in their face

Yet the spirit is strong and endures

But not without deep scars

Because being a victim isn’t something

That you can grow out of; stunting 

We fit our broken pieces together 

From all the storms we’ve weathered 

Forging a mighty shield

And it’s truth we’ll wield 

Ever fighting against abuse

For no one deserves to be used

Words of Affirmation

From The Monster in the Woods a Sureshot short story

    Together they sat in silence observing the pond and its tiny ecosystem in action. Durbar shifted his weight from one side to another, feeling the roughness of the bark underneath him. Adar on the other hand, was oblivious to anything except the calmness of the world around him and his son. 

    “I’m proud of you son,” Adar finally stated. Durbar’s eyes widened then focused as he sat up straight. 

    “What do you mean, father? I haven’t done anything,” the boy stated as he looked to his father and studied his face. Adar’s expression was relaxed, content and calm. The man continued to stare at the pond. 

“I mean that I am proud of the man you are becoming. I’ve had many adventures and lived a while, in the woods mostly, and yet raising you has been the biggest adventure and greatest challenge of my life.”

Durbar’s face flushed and he turned towards the pond and gripped his bow. His father’s words were like food for his soul but it still made him uneasy. He valued his father above all else and his approval was his strongest drive. It’s why he mimicked his father in every way and strove to do exactly as the man instructed. 

“You are becoming the man I hoped you would be,” Adar continued, this time a tear forming in his eye. The soft breeze of the evening dried it before it fell, and when he was in control once more he added, “You have learned everything I tried to teach you and in many ways, you may become a better ranger and better man than I.”

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Sureshot the Assassin

Sureshot the King

The Monster in the Woods (A Sureshot Short Story)

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Goblins Episode 1: Born in Blood 

Goblins Episode 2: Family

Goblins Episode 3: Blood, Bone , Spirit

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This is Crazy: Finding Who you are and What you Want

Going Down

A soft sweet rain falls on my face,

I never want to leave this tranquil place,

A breeze blows coolly through my shirt,

My damp pants are covered with dark dirt,

The sky is lifeless with gray clouds,

My bones cleaned eagerly by cows.

Sunk deeply in the thick clinging mud,

My salty tears form a small puddle 

On my cheek, roots entangle my body

Turning my skin to a fine light sod;

Not yet! I climb from my hole,

You will never get to take my soul.

Too hell you will be sent to burn,

And sit there you will for eternity,

Giant rocks weigh you down,

A fate fitting for a social clown,

Still I walk amongst the living.

I will never go down without fighting.

Brother versus Brother

From Sureshot the King book 3 of my Sureshot trilogy

    Before Rothan could make sense of the situation, Warren thrust his sword forward, his robe flowing around him like a mist. Fortunately for the older brother, his instincts filled the gap left by his lack of understanding and moved his arm, sword in hand, to parry the strike. The clash of steel on steel clanged in his ears like a bell that woke him from his slumber and at last his mind caught up with current events.

     “Stop this Warren!” Rothan shouted as he reposted, moving his brother back. “This is insane. Would you kill your own brother?”

     Warren slashed as he answered, “You are already dead to me after you betrayed us and sided with Durbar the assassin.”

Rothan and Warren slashed and parried each other as they circled the room which hindered their movements and kept them very near each other, increasing the likelihood of a deadly blow. Davukas rushed to the door as the brothers stepped clear of it. Once in the hallway, he shouted for guards. In moments, three soldiers arrived from their post nearby, swords drawn. The Duke’s advisor directed them to the Duke’s chambers where the brothers were engaged in a mortal combat.

Devil with a Halo

For those who live in the bustle of the law,

Years and years through rock you did claw,

To see the smiles on the faces of Ma and PA,

Do you ever think of all the blood you draw?

Pouring out words like no tomorrow,

No thought to the lies that you borrow,

If paid you would surely kill a sparrow,

In the mirror you look like a devil with a halo.

You’re going down hard and fast,

Maybe we’ll be obliged to give you the gas,

To save those who kill we’ll hold a mass,

But you will only be a thought in the past.

Like a Wind

From Sureshot the Assassin book 2 of my Sureshot trilogy.

Durbar was like a leaf floating in a breeze. He had been falling ever since his arrest in Stena, but was unable to control where he would finally crash. Instead others pushed him and pulled him like a wind. He twirled around and around not knowing any longer which way he faced, nor in which direction he was traveling. Neither did he know who was with him. He was lost. Whisked away from everything he knew. Like the leaf that falls to the ground, it all began when he let go of the branch. He left his cabin and all he knew, and he had not regained assurance since. Only briefly had he felt secure and confident in his future, but every time he did another gust of wind blows him off course. It was hopeless, so he resigned himself to his current situation—lying on his back in a room that housed assassins for Lady Verayzija. It was not where he hoped to be, but as usual, he had little choice.

No Longer a Boy

From The Sureshot Rises book 1 of my Sureshot trilogy. Get a copy today and join the adventure!

Durbar asked, “So what do you think? Do you think I should try to compete? I don’t know what to do.”

Znak paused for a moment, took a long drink, and looked deep into Durbar’s eyes, studying them, and began, “Lad, I’m not going to be the one to make that decision. It is for you and only you to make.”

Durbar wasn’t satisfied. “What do you think my father would say?”

“You are not a boy any longer, and it is time for you to make your own way. It’s not going to be easy, but you are going to have to do it soon enough. You want to know what I think? I think you already made up your mind because you came here. If you didn’t want to compete, you wouldn’t have come all the way here before the festival.” Both men were quiet for a moment. The wisdom of Znak’s words was undeniable. It was true that, although in his mind, Durbar was uneasy about meeting with the prince and competing, his heart led him there and would probably lead him to Rothan. Durbar looked down into his drink. Znak stared at the young man, studying his reaction.

“You’re right, Znak. I can’t go back to the cabin. I don’t want to be there alone anymore. I need to do something else,” Durbar explained plainly, as if trying to convince himself more than Znak. “It’s not the same without Father,” he said as his eyes began to mist.

In Flight

A poem I wrote a very long time ago, in high school

Flying,

through the dark black sky.

Soaring,

over the tiny world below.

Gliding ,

across huge, crushing, currents.

Sailing,

with the endless wind.

Darting,

past great flashes of lightning.

Skimming,

the thin atmosphere.

Floating,

on the tranquil white clouds.

Living,

everyday, one at a time.

Changing,

with the unpredictable weather.

It will take you where you want to go.