"Kindred Spirits" Announcement

With social isolation threatening our mental stability, join me on a journey of madness (presumably) as I write a new novel currently titled "Kindred Spirits" and upload it in parts here, (mostly) unedited. Since I will be writing 50,000 words of it over the course of the month, I have low expectations for the reasoning and logic of the novel. As such, any requests for events or character inspirations are welcome! Let's make this a testament to the madness of this odd time! 

But before we can do that, I'm going to have to introduce the novel in some capacity. Though I should have character names by now, I do not. So we'll see about that. Here's a quick synopsis.

From the award-winning author of  "Dude, it's totally a real book, don't question this," and project supervisor of "AmazingLiteraryMagazine.legit," comes a tale of self-discovery that asks the question of how one would react to meeting another version of themselves (and how that is even possible). When protagonist meets other important protagonist at the request of a mutual friend, the two of them find out a lot about themselves, their past, and how maybe the very fabric of reality might be unraveling. Out this April!

There, now with that out of the way, the first part of this new novel should pop into existence in the next couple days and find its way here. Take care of yourselves in this strange time,

-Zero

Nightly Rendezvous (poem)

The august sun crashed down

over the forested horizon.

The night was so entirely dark

familiar places were mazes,

but you still found your way to me.

Midnight crept up on us

the day, the dream, had to end

though we wished it didn't,

but what did we expect

with so many miles between us?

The day you left,

I waited on the mossy log bench

next to the exit of our sanctuary.

We hugged one final time,

a goodbye to our youthful dream.

-Zero

Salvaged (poem)

I never intended for this:

funeral plans and mourning.

She was to put me back together,

salvage my heart from my rotting chest,

but something went wrong.

Her head hung motionless

like a wilting lily under oppressive rains;

I was shattered about the room,

broken shards of mirror reflected the ceiling,

her singing had come to an end.

I'm just a man – or a monster –

trapped in the same old cycle,

a never-ending carousel

I thought she could stop,

but her heart did instead.

-Zero

doesn't matter if it's fated (poem)

I was never meant to accept fate

bending over to the illusion of inevitability.

does a fire submit to the dark

softly going out as it is extinguished,

or does it burn with rebellious power

regardless of destiny's intentions?

Called from the flames I formed,

I'll torch the scrolls of prophesy

break apart these damned cycles

that try to keep me trapped,

using fate as justification.

It is better to fall for trying

than accept a place at the bottom.

-Zero

Do I look lonely? (poem)

Shadows painted on my face

desperation is no fun

my heart's a pit I'm trapped in

left to hope for impossible rescue.

People stare and pity

not like that's ever helped

just tossing more shovels to me

“dig a way out!”

They say anyone could do,

if only I would accept them,

but what's the point of grabbing a rope

that drops me in an even deeper pit?

Is there no happiness for the uncompromising

no love for the dreamer

looking for something worth having

instead of what is easy?

-Zero