The Salesman’s Offer (Marzi’s Short Stories)
A long time ago, there was a small town hidden away in the mountains. It was a peaceful town, where everyone knew everyone’s names and asking almost always led to assistance. As all towns did, this town had its problems, but for hundreds of years those problems were overcome.
Book of Keys - Dawn
This is the account of a time before God, written by God, in which there is no doubt. Those who believe in the unknown and the unknowable will be gifted guidance. Faith is yours to gift in return.
I didn’t forget…
I didn’t forget about this website. I’m just working on a story right now that I’m not ready to share yet.
Ardor The Bright (Marzi’s Short Stories)
A long time ago, there was a great astronomer named Kir’aga who spent his life searching for the center of the universe. His pilgrimage took him to many lands, where he read many books.
Process: Dancing Thoughts
This is what I usually call a running poem. I’m sure it has a real name, but that’s what I call it. Basically, it has a lot of rhyme, slant rhyme, alliteration, etc. but it doesn’t fit a particular meter. Usually when I write these poems, they represent running thoughts and mental illness.
Dancing Thoughts
How can I be so full of everything and still feel so empty?
As thoughts dance through me: escalating, colors swirling, lines are fading, foraging for definition or decision, but instead I find derision and indifference and difference and deference for reference.
The Rat Boy (Marzi’s Short Stories)
A long time ago, there was a young boy who didn’t have parents or a home. He didn’t have any clothes other than the ones on his person, and he didn’t have any food other than the ones that he stole. But the boy did have one thing: an illness.
Process: Better Than This
This is a very simple AABB poem. I actually wrote it a few years ago, after my ex and I broke up. Every time I tried to start dating again, I felt guilty. So I wrote this to try to inspire me that my feelings for her don’t mean I can’t be happy with someone else.
Better Than This
All my grey days won’t change shades, won’t change hue
As long as you’re here and as long as you’re you
Even now, I don’t love you any less than I did
But I deserve better than this
Process: Hard To Start
I wrote this very simply because I find it hard to start writing. “ADHD” was a very close second for the title, but I generalized it a bit.
Process: 13 Y/O…
I decided to make a post for when I write new things to talk about the process of writing them. Specifically poems, but probably other stuff too. So here we go.
Thirteen Year Olds Are Why Poetry Exists
When I was four and little more
I learned to tie my shoes
I ran to Mom with such aplomb
To share with her the news
TTRPG Tag
I’ve played three long-form TTRPG campaigns. (TTRPG is basically what you think of what you think of Dungeon’s & Dragons.) The first campaign lasted about two years, and I was the GM (Game Master, which basically means I ran it instead of played a character in it).
Hard To Start
I find it hard to start
Despite my rash impatient heart
I sit and stew and won’t pursue
A thing until the day it’s due
Starting this website
I was born in 1991, around the advent of modern computers and internet use. I spent my teenage years terminally online. I used to write in journals in high school, but I don’t think I’ve done that since I turned eighteen. Now I do everything on my laptop.
I plan my life out a day at a time, so my posting schedule can be erratic.
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