A Trial by Fire

"Flying" by *MindTuber

For anyone following me on Tumblr, this may not exactly be a "new" piece, but it's too relevant to leave to one blog alone. 

Life often leaves us in scenarios too dangerous to stay. It's unfortunate that we may stay in them regardless. To that point, I continue writing and fleshing out why it is that such pain is all too enjoyable. Yet, regardless, the heart which beats in my chest can't possibly hold out against such misery for long. 

Maybe that's why the title of this piece makes so much sense...

"Fuck..."

The times, they flew away
With the sanity I’d been holding
For two people, me and you

It’s no walk in the park
Only a jury by fire, with acts
Like you never knew

Tired thoughts, drift away
To the sea containing hope
Or painful years lost

With one word, it’s all lost
And, no, I can’t take the tears
Or the unbelievable cost

~Chris

A Heart's Dream

"Dreaming"

A heart in one hand, a dream in the other. The dream once rested upon the branches of the largest tree Eden had ever seen. The heart, barely identifiable from the scars it displays.  

 But a heart and a dream, nonetheless, exist I'm such proximity that the latter consoles the former and the former teaches the latter. In such a way, a life is formed; a bond is shared. Love would be soon to follow.  

I guess, not love in the traditional sense, but a friendship lingering on the fence and tilting ever so slightly to one side. Knowing the joys of Eden, the dream could never accept anything else; knowing of the heart's pain, it couldn't bear to indulge in anything more than the friendship, of course.  

"What a shame," thought the heart, "what I have to give is more precious than these scars our the branches of any tree. The paradise which runs out my veins trumps any sensation a dream could ever want." But the dream doesn't see. No, only the clouds grace its vision; memories slant its future.  

"It is time," said the dream one day, "to return home." And with that, their time was lost and a hand was left empty. Unable to bear such a trial, the heart removed the stitches governing its scars, in hopes to join the dream in the end.  

 But, no, no heart nor dream is to be found. 

Diving headfirst once more

Weeks ago, I started posting videos to YouTube as part of a project to give you all a little change in the Life In Fiction routine.

Unfortunately, college got in the way, and things have been a little hectic since move-in day. But.......

Don't fear!

I have three new videos to share with you (one will be posted each week).

This first video is a simple reading of a relatively new piece, titled: "Pete Rose".

Enjoy!

Also, be sure to check out the Kindle version of my book. Until Sunday, the download is free, and (for a limited time) the full paperback edition is being offered for a discounted price of $12.00.

Be sure to get a copy while you can!

Fate drives me.

~Chris

Cynical Me

Hey everyone,

I was supposed to be bringing you a new video this week, but all of my work (and dormmates) are destroying my productivity. I should have a video up this weekend, so just keep watching.

This week's piece is a free write I did some time ago. Let me know what you think.

"Cynicism" 

Throw caution to the wind,

Life's about to begin.

Either the cold or the drought,

Something makes me doubt. 

I'm an island among a sea of broken souls.

Their hearts have paid hefty tolls,

but the night goes on...

...and on...

...and on...

Smiles never quit;

Lovers don't show whit. 

It's sick,

but, hey! 

I deal with tragedy in my own way.

Oh Fate,

Just take away...

...or destroy...

...my broken heart...

Time counts below zero.

Samael seeks redemption

Sanity's nowhere near.

I lack fear,

Or something just as obscene,

Like those dangerous faces on the screen. 

They've painted pictures way too bright,

Keeping realism nowhere in sight.

It's the world that'll burn down

Before you ever-fucking-touch this frown.

Fate drives me.

~Chris

On the topic of love

Good evening everyone,

I come to you today as a humble, love-struck writer, knowing nothing. That's right, I claim complete and total ignorance. But, still, that's fine. Such ignorance is what led to this next piece.

“Courtesy”

Is it up to me to love all you are?

From your anger to your courtesy,

your perverseness to your jealousy.

There’s no clue on my behalf

As to how it’s come to this.

What’s wrong with this picture?

Love, we’ve been down this road before.

You left me slitting my wrists on the floor.

I’m not sure how to confront this

My mind can’t stop thinking.

Where the hell is this going?

I can’t think that you’d stop thinking of others

Or be more than stupid, friendly lovers.

I can’t stop these thoughts.

They show what I’ll never have.

And so I tell you the truth…

You withdraw all of your lovely charm.

Off goes the hated alarm.

I hate our connection,

But love you regardless.

Here’s to the future.

I’ll drink even if it won’t make you see

That your personality claims me.

Just don’t lose who you are.

That’s all I’ll ever ask for.

+++++++++

So what'd you think? Be sure to let me know. Monday brings another video from the Life In Fiction crew, so be prepared and get excited! Until then, you can preview my newly published book, Memories of Autumn: Shattered Lies, at Createspace.


Part One and Part Two are both currently available on the Amazon Kindle store. The full novel will be available in paperback and Kindle editions by Saturday evening, at the latest. 


More good things are on the way! Just keep checking back and reading Life In Fiction.

Fate drives me.

~Chris

A message from Chris

Watch as I reveal some important news about the future of the blog and my new novella, Memories of Autumn: Shattered Lies.





Memories of Autumn: Shattered Lies reading/purchasing options


Paperback copy


EBook [digital copy] (Epub format). Adobe Digital Editions works perfectly as e-reader.


A Kindle edition also available.
(The Windows 8, PC, Android, and Google Chrome apps all work awesomely.)