Welcome, fellow explorers and curious souls, to Beyond The Trails: The Delta's River & Roots. Forget the well-trodden paths for a moment, and join me as we delve into the rich, often overlooked heart of the Arkansas Delta. This isn't just about flatlands and fields; it's a journey along the lifeblood of this region – its mighty rivers and the deep, tenacious roots of its history and culture. From the muddy banks whispering tales of steamboats & blues legends to the fertile soil that has shaped generations, we'll uncover the hidden gems and untold stories that make this corner of the world so uniquely captivating."

The first chapter of my book the Colors of Grief for free! This is the intorduction to the world of wavelengths and frequencies and only gets more colorful from here!

Day Six: Write about a blackout. I don't think I followed this prompt correctly, but I still like how it came out. Hope y'all enjoyed and have a good day/night.

Part One: The Unfurling of the Past (Continued) Chapter 2: The Unfolding Enigma Captain Theron, a figure sculpted by the harsh realities of interstellar command, stood on the bridge of the *Stellar Sentinel Valour*. His cybernetic eyes, glowing with a cool, internal luminescence, scanned the sensor arrays, each data stream a language he had mastered over centuries of service. Neural tendrils snaked from his spine, seamlessly integrating him with the ship's systems, making the colossal vessel an extension of his own will. The bridge hummed with controlled power, the low thrum a familiar comfort in the face of the unknown.

The currents whispered to her late in the evening, a voice deeper than language, a tug stronger than reason. The tide rough against the rocks, shoving her back like a gentle guide urging her forward. The ocean had secrets-it always did-but Mira never learned how to listen to them properly. Maybe her ways of searching had been wrong.

A little about the world of Wavelengths and Frequencies and the magic system that governs the people and culture.

The Colors of Grief is a series of Novellas that I have been writing to explore some of the emotional hardships I have gone through in the past and walks through the different stages of grief.

The arena fell silent, the roar of the crowd replaced by an echoing dread. Zilas's heart hammered as the final gates creaked open. It wasn't a monster that emerged, but a ghost. Cinda. Chained, broken, her eyes reflecting a terror he knew all too well. He shifted, scales shimmering, the dragon within unleashed. Not in fury, but in defiance. He would not break her. He would break his world. "She is my queen," he declared, his voice a thunderclap. He kissed her, a claiming, a promise. And in that kiss, the fate of Dragirust, and perhaps Earth, was irrevocably changed.

Grief is never easy. No matter how many different techniques they come out with or experimental therapies introduced, grief is one of the most difficult experiences a living being can go through. And that's how Arabella Bellamy got lost in her own mind.

Elie is an introvert trying to navigate through a world of extroverts and find her place amongst them.

Part One: The Unfurling of the Past Chapter 1: Lumina of Three Hundred Millennia and the Weight of Cycles

This is about a dream I had last night, which is most certainly the subject of this entire stream I have been working on here.

A creative venture centered around Sci-Fi and Fantasy themes, exploring concepts like forgotten peace treaties, time travel, and alternate reality adventures.

What Does It Mean to Be God’s Chosen One? Part One: The Hidden Calling To be God’s chosen one is not about fame, wealth, or outward signs of greatness. It is a sacred identity—an internal truth often hidden, even from the one who bears it. Many people walk through life never realizing they carry this divine calling. It is not something given later in life. It is something you are born with. It lives in your soul from the beginning, waiting to be awakened.

Day Four's Writing Prompt: Write about your MCs personal style. To be honest, I had no clue on how to go about this. WARNINGS: Underage drinking, Underage smoking, Death, Suicide, Self Harm, Child Abuse, Blood and Gore. Be careful. Anyway, hope y'all enjoyed and have a good day/night.

Most college students have stories from their roommates, but what if you're both from towns with names that could be confusing? My current roommate and I came up with this prompt, and I had a great time writing it! It's not my best work, but I still find some humor in it!

Yes. I'm afraid of falling in love... I wrote this poem based off a writing prompt off of Pinterest that said, "Yes. I'm afraid of falling in love. You make me feel like I'm on top of the world... and that's an awfully long way to fall." It was a difficult one to write because I had to really dig deep into my unfortunate love life, but I think it's a really good example of the fear we all inevitable feel when we're falling for someone.

Komagane wasn’t a storm. It was grief in divine form. Inside: the recovered dossier of Raiju-no-Kao—an entity wearing thunder like skin and memories like weapons. Read the full classified report from Project ECLIPSE.

For 23 nights, lightning carved the mountains like scripture—never the same strike twice. On the 24th, something stepped out of the storm wearing a cracked porcelain face. One operative entered the village. Only his words came back. Read the recovered account of Komagane Pass. The storm isn’t weather. It remembers.