THE BOY

From the first splice came He

Married to the Dark who bleeds

the One Race to spill souls time

and time again to form grime.

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Introducing The Ongoing Battle Between “The Boy” and “The Lost Child”

   In the background of the Destiny Saga, lies the continued battle between Light and Dark, they are represented by the characters of “The Boy” and “The Lost Child” respectively. They both are something of a dual persona that I’m working on to promote my novel with, but as with anything artistic, I’m working on their “voices”.

   On Tumblr (a blog site), I have a blog post exclusively created just for the two of them to have a battle of wits and hopefully have some color commentary on the things affecting myself and the world. I hope that you are willing to play along with this project of mine because I have long terms plans for “them”….

    Check them out at thelinianlegacy.tumblr.com.

From the Pages of Terrell Dest’s Diary #2

November 2nd, 1991

   Finally settling into high school. It took longer than I thought because of those damn dreams. I keep finding myself in the weirdest places. Like I was hiding out in Victorian Age England. WHAT THE HELL?!

   But the last one happened in September. FANTASTIC! So now I can focus on getting Mindy. I get the vibe that she likes me but I feel like she’s holding back for some reason. I hope that the rumor that Karen Weathers and I are dating isn’t the reason.

   I guess always hanging out with each other in middle school didn’t make things easier. I miss talking to her, but I feel like she’s connected to my freaky dreams in someway. When I write that thought out, it sounds stupid, but I can’t shake that it might be true. It’s like she knows me TOO well.

   AND I DON”T LIKE THAT !

    But I hope that I can talk to her again without feeling weird. I don’t love her… but I don’t wanna lose her.

Note to myself: FOCUS ON MINDY!

Peace out.

Tales of Destiny:The Deserter (Linkera)

A Long Time Ago in the Land of Pangaea

   Linkera sat under a swaying tree on a hill thinking about how he ran away from his “responsibilities” and how he was a happier man for doing it. His golden brown skin matched the deep sunset that was placed before him, his long black hair blowing in tandem with the tree’s branches. He looked down at the simple village that was positioned at the base of the massive hill, the villagers were starting to light up the man-sized torches that would eventually light up the dirt roads of the town of Parta. He accepted that the residents of this peaceful town were the only people he should answer to.

   He didn’t give a damn who created him; he owed his “masters” nothing.

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