Creation: Chapter 1: A Dream and a Fear

Finding my real writing style, welcome to Creation. The beginning of my beginning.
Writing about my novels, anything surrounding the author’s life, and potentially more.
Finding my real writing style, welcome to Creation. The beginning of my beginning.
Walker Rohe was just another anxiety-riddled American until he stumbled into a flea-ridden homeless man on the street. After profuse apologies, the stranger offered Walker something he’d never heard of… a pocket world. Now, thrown into a brightly colored dungeon of mystery, Walker has to figure out how to survive […]
Journal Entry #1: This Journal is the ownership of the great and powerful Walker Rohe. I’m writing this with a hope in my heart, that I can dispel a plague of anxiety that follows me everywhere I go. I had this woman, some psychiatrist, tell me I need to have […]
The following is my initial chapter 1 of The Boy and the Stick. I’m considering a partial rework for a better flow at the beginning, and making chapter two a bit faster. I’ve found that if I’m not excited to write this portion of the book, this portion of the […]
For those who don’t know, I’m studying to be a teacher at UTSA(The University of Texas at San Antonio), specializing in English. The following is a breakdown of what’s to be expected of my first year as a teacher. Phases of First-Year Teaching That’s quite insane but not […]
In the palm there lies a two-headed coin On one side lies arrogance, with its strut and pride On the other lies confidence, with its strength and fallibility When do the two become one? When should you rely on one and not the other? There are times when arrogance is […]
Come child, come near and listen well I’ll speak of the times we read, and why they matter Reading takes you to another plane and place, allowing illusions to shatter It will carry you through the harshest moments, when all feels like hell You open the page and begin […]
The needs of all and shown in few Spirituality, the light that bridges everyone It needs no religion though many find that not true It’s a connection, between the energy of one to the energy of all The breaking down of a feeling, a touch of the soul on the […]
I can’t recall a time, before Goleta the Goodland It lingers in the veins, this destination of decency It’s flavor a recollection of pleasant ideas It’s sky a foggy memory to behold I’ve not come across another town like it It calls to the soul for a return To smell […]
That ancient enemy The shiner of the tarnished, that anachronistic foe It arrives with pleasantries, but never leaves the same It tells you all the wonderful things that happened in your past, But when it departs, it leaves a bitterness unequaled in the world If squalor had a feeling, nostalgia […]
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