#GM The day is fleeting, don't let your dreams fly away with it. #40GMW

New Release- Episode 1: Chains of Deception A city in flames. A betrayal she never saw coming. Shackled and accused, Rein Lancer watches as everything she fought to protect crumbles before her eyes. Is she a pawn in a grander scheme, or has she been the enemy all along? ⚖️ Betrayal. Judgment. A crumbling empire. 📺 Watch the gripping teaser below & dive into the full episode. 🔥 The truth awaits. #TheCondemned #SciFiThriller #NostrExclusive View article →

Punching Mittens They're for their fist. Not your face. No one cares about your bruise. They care about their nuckles.

#GM Wake my friend, wake. Don't let your dreams fall in your wake. Seize the day, reverse the flow of fate. Strain against the river and watch the wake lift you rather than drift from you.

#GN Lay your head, breathe away your day. Shallow breath. Let down your eyes, feel the air blow as the fan blades spin. Light, dim, though glowing showers. From the moon reflecting in waters. 'Till tomorrow, your senses take respite.

🌅 Good morning, fellow dreamers and storytellers. Grandma took the kids for the week. Wifey and I thought it would be exciting to take gummies two nights in a row.... Now I'm in that weird state where I'm not quite high, but not quite sober in my waking hours. Should help with creativity, I suppose. May your coffee be strong, your imagination boundless, and your words flow like the morning breeze. 🌿📖✨ What story will you life today? #GM #WritingLife #FictionWriter #Storytellers

Garden in the City- A Poem Up high amongst the balconies of glass and steel, brilliant pedals bask in the warm sun you feel; the other surfaces reflect. The stems sway with the steady wind, sprout and spread to the old man's touch. He's cultivated the tender soil; disciplined. They've sprung their beauty over the monotony. You'll be remiss to find another soul, tending the garden so. For this old folk, stands on his balcony alone. Decades past, before the towers scraped the sky, this old man's balcony sat high over steady waters. Back then, he and his wife sowed the seeds to these flowers. While they smiled and laughed, the flowers grew, but so too did the city. Towers rose and the people shifted in the streets. Though a child that man could not bear, his flowers and wife were plenty. The old man has grown old and she's since passed. The flowers remain, steadfast. To his dying day, he'll toil. About the soil, their beauty will hang from the rails.