Monthly Archives: June 2013

Old Man College Student

Here are some things I have noticed as an old man going back to college.

1) The Teachers are almost the same age as me. This means that when they try to act like life experience is the greatest thing ever, I can laugh. (I do laugh) During my Tech Writing class we had to do a resume, and the teacher said that we simply did not have enough work experience to have a resume larger than one page. I raised my hand, and she immediately corrected the statement.

2) Some of the Students are not as smart as I wanted them to be. Oh My God, was I that dumb when I was in college the first time? My .75 grade point suggests that indeed I was (that is right POINT 75)

3) Going to Class is of utmost importance to success. Wish I would have learned this lesson about 13 years earlier.

4) There are many other Old man and Old woman college students. I feared I would be the lone elder, but there are others of my kind. So, take heart if you are considering going back to school.

5) I am not as dumb as I thought I was. I was having anxiety attacks about going back, fearing failure, but I realized that I can do it if I just put my full effort into it.



Posted by on June 29, 2013 in From the Desk of the Author


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A Different Take on Berg


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Posted by on June 25, 2013 in Penn's Diary


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Posted by on June 20, 2013 in Penn's Diary


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Writing Assignment for Tech Writing

The assignment was to properly use fifteen of my vocabulary and spelling words in a paragraph.

Tell me how you think I did.


The pretentious old man believed that his true legacy would be fully realized posthumously. He had taken every possible measure to ensure that his spirit would remain long after his body was devoid of life. The elderly man had placed the pedagogy for his young apprentice to follow; although he feared the ostentatious boy would do nothing more than jeopardize his plan. Still, he was invaluable to the dying teacher due to his inherent goodness and virtual abyssal amount of knowledge. The student felt that a lingering spirit, with no vessel to fill, was a not only a paradox but also extremely dangerous. Yet he followed his mentor’s orders and stated the words of magic in emphatic tones and with perfect syntax.  One wrong syllable or inflection would obliterate both teacher and student. Everything went according to plan, and the magic began to intercede. The youth and pride of the student was no match for the wisdom of the teacher, and the old man’s spirit forced itself into the boy’s body. The teacher casually walked away from the dying student; it would take him a few days to get used to his new pseudonym but it was far better than death.


Posted by on June 19, 2013 in From the Desk of the Author


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Ties That Bind (chapter 10)


Ties That Bind

Chapter Ten

The Alliance

“You didn’t see what I saw,” Qari screamed as Calidorn carried him through the forest. “I will kill them all.”

Calidorn tried to calm the man down, but Qari was having no part of it. He had seen the vile and nefarious manner in which the monkeys were feeding on the blood of humans. The mere thought caused him to once again fight back the urge to vomit.

Bynn appreciated the man’s enthusiasm for killing the monkeys, but realized that it was not the right time to make a stand. Silkwood was close enough that the elf believed the group stood a good chance of making it before the monkeys completely washed over them. Bynn threw the magical trident to Qari when he had finally calmed down enough to be put down by Calidorn. “I promise, you will get your chance at revenge,” Bynn offered, “But not now.”

Calidorn and Batoonsta never slowed in their dash for safety. The elephant man and the minotaur were far slower than the elves and Qari, and they had no intention of being overtaken by the blood monkeys. Vaidon stayed with Bynn and Qari as they argued.

Finally, Qari conceded that the fight would come another day. However, that notion was abandoned as the man saw Rolo getting chased by three wild monkeys. The anteater would be killed if no one intervened. Bynn let loose two quick arrows, and two of the creatures fell. The last monkey grabbed Rolo’s tail and set his feet against the pulling anteater. Qari drove his new trident through the creature’s chest, and urged Rolo to safety. Rolo followed Calidorn and Batoonsta.

The salvation of Rolo had cost Qari and elves their advantage. The blood monkeys were closing in on the group. “Vaidon, go with the others and send help as quickly as possible.” The female elf hesitated and almost argued, but something told her that Bynn was right. They would need help. She sprinted straight for Silkwood, but the monkeys cut her off. A half dozen of the creatures darted between her and the path to the elven city. Vaidon never slowed as she continued to run directly at the beasts. She cut down two with one mighty swing of her sword; however, the others clawed and scratched at her as she passed. The wounds were not nearly fatal, but they were certainly painful. They also slowed her down, which allowed more monkeys to get in front of her.

The demon monkey led the charge on Bynn and Qari. Bynn knew that the great monkey was somehow protected from his arrows, so he continued to launch arrows into the horde of blood monkeys that followed their master. Qari ran right at the demon monkey as the elf’s arrows thinned the troops.

“More blood for the monkey god,” the demon shouted as he leveled a stone club at the charging human. Qari lowered his spear in the hopes of skewering the beast. The demon monkey easily parried the attack, but it did not account for the magic of the trident. Qari wretched the stone club from the demon’s clutches. Instinctively, the man pulled the club free and swung it at the face of his foe.

There was a sickening crack as the club hit the monkey in the left eye. Blood poured from the shattered socket where an eye was resided. The demon monkey dropped to his knees and clutched his bleeding face. The blood monkeys hesitated; their lord had just been defeated. Qari aimed another strike, but before he could attack the monkey disappeared in an eruption of blood.

Bynn grabbed Qari and took advantage of the blood monkeys’ confusion. They may make it to Silkwood after all.

The monkeys in Vaidon’s path were too far away to know about the defeat of the demon, so they continued form in front of the elf. Vaidon was injured; every step sent waves of pain through her legs.  The monkeys in front of her would kill her if she continued; however, the monkeys behind her would kill her if she stopped. Vaidon had no choice but to press forward. Suddenly, the jaguar appeared and slaughtered the monkeys in the elf’s way. Vaidon stumbled and the great cat leaped over her and killed the monkeys behind her. Then the jaguar took her collar in its mouth and carried her off as if she were one of its cubs.

Bynn and Qari quickly followed on the same path the jaguar had opened for them. As the duo neared Silkwood, they noticed volleys of arrows raining down behind them. The elves were driving the monkeys away from the city. Batoonsta and Calidorn were already resting when Qari found them. Rolo was curled into a tight ball next to the elephant, and Qari jumped on him and buried him in a hug. Bynn found Vaidon sitting with her back against the giant jaguar as the beast lay on the ground. The jaguar gave a low growl as Bynn approached the wounded female, but Vaidon gave him a soothing pat to show that it was alright. The good news was that everyone was safe. The bad news was that Tira Al Lung had been right about the monkeys.


Posted by on June 15, 2013 in Penn's Diary


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Gimmy’s Past (revisited)


 “Where is she?” Poffo Rosetti screamed. He grabbed one of his many servants by the collar. “Where is she?” he repeated. The halfling was a head taller than his servant, and weighed twice as much. Poffo wore nothing but a heavy crimson robe and a gold medallion, which dangled around his fat neck in the same manner that his unmentionables swung between his fat thighs.

“Who? Who?”  the halfling servant asked desperately.

“My wife!” Poffo shouted. The servant hesitated. He was scared to point out that “my wife” only narrowed it down to about seventy-five women of all different races. Poffo understood the man’s pause, and attempted to clarify. “The gnome one with the short hair.” Now it was narrowed down to about six. “I don’t remember her name. OK. But she is missing.” He walked the halfling servant to an open door, and pointed inside. “The one that stayed in here.”

The servant, whose name Poffo didn’t recall either, looked inside the room. “That is Gimmy’s room, my lord.” The two halflings walked inside and took stock of the empty room.

“I didn’t say that I cared what her name was. I just said that I didn’t KNOW what it was.” Poffo looked around and noticed what looked like blood on the floor. “What is that?” He pointed at the spot.

“It is blood, sir.” The servant knelt down for a closer look, and he covered mouth to keep from throwing up his breakfast. He looked to Poffo and saw his master staring back at him expectantly. “And it looks like… like um….”

“Spit it out!”

“It looks like skin.”

Poffo Rosetti bent over, which was not a pretty sight, and picked up the bloody skin. He turned it over in his fat hands, fingering the brand that he placed on all of his wives. Poffo shook his head, admiring the gnome’s mental and physical fortitude. “Where did she get a knife?”

“The better question is, where did she get this?” the halfling had regained his composure and found a small vial. He handed it to Poffo.

Poffo took the vial and sniffed the opening. “Healing potion,” he laughed. “The dirty gnome whore got her hands on a knife AND a healing potion.” Poffo went to the window and found exactly what he expected; there were notches running down the wall, all the way to the ground. The servant did not know how to respond when Poffo Rosetti, the wealthiest halfling in Delphia, started laughing heartily.

Gimmy had earned her freedom, in Poffo’s mind at least. She deserved to be free. The same could not be said for the wives down the hall. He would find his physical needs met by them, but his mind kept going back to the gnome. She had cut his claim to her from her arm and descended to freedom. Poffo would not recognize Gimmy if he saw her on the street. She was free, and he was proud of her for it.

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Posted by on June 13, 2013 in Penn's Diary


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Simple Leather Gloves (explained)

I have always enjoyed playing baseball. From the time I was a boy I was taught the intricacies of the game by my father. I cannot explain how thankful I am that he took the time to teach me. This Father’s Day, I want to send a special “Thank You” to my dad. I have never been uncomfortable playing ANY sport. By learning the game of baseball, I also learned about life.

Simple Leather Gloves mirrors my days on the baseball diamond. I would put my mitt to my face, and breathe in the sweet smells. These were some of the best times of my childhood. I knew what I needed to do to make my father proud, just as Penn knows what his father would have him do. I could not dare hope to win without the help of my team members. Penn also must rely on his friends to gain victory at Shadowmire.


Every year for the Festival of Serynade, my dad would give me a new pair of leather gloves. I always knew what was in the box, but I would act surprised every time. As I opened my package, the smell of the fresh leather would come wafting out. I loved that smell. I would put the gloves on and cover my face with both hands. For several moments I would just breathe in the odor.

Now here I sit, readying myself to fight trolls with Jericho, the therian king. I watch everyone else as they prepare. Slanter is sharpening his phoenix-fletched arrows. Zipporah tries to appear confident, but I can tell in the tension of her hands that she is nervous. Syris, the dust elemental, is sitting quietly; a sure sign that things are serious. Pnils is burdened with a sadness much more cruel than any cut of a troll blade. He is a rock, though, for he knows that we need him. Tori is giving instructions to Master LePrius on how to care for each of the orphan children. King Jericho is lining out plans with Rasul, who wants to stay and fight so badly but refuses to even protest against the king’s wishes. Baron, the werebadger, is saying goodbye to his family.

I think of my family, and I wonder what they would have me do. Would they want me to go to safety with Rasul and LePrius, and leave the battle for those who are better equipped for such tasks? Would they want me to stay and fight alongside my new friends? I lower my head into my hands, at a loss. Then I smell my newly purchased leather armor. The sweet aroma of the Rosewood gauntlets take me back to those holiday mornings with my dad. I guess I will always associate that smell with him. I know what he would want me to do, so I go over to Slanter and ask him if he minds sharpening my axe as well.



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Games in Fantasy Worlds

Do any of you folks have games or sporting events in your stories?

I think that it is a great idea to add some sort of competition, and plan on having such events in Delphia.

Archery Contests

Obstacle Courses / Races

Lumberjack Events

Climbing Competition


What do you think?


Posted by on June 8, 2013 in From the Desk of the Author


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southern miss



As some of you may know, I am going back to school. I am majoring in English (licensure) with the hopes of becoming a high school English teacher. The classwork has taken me away from the website more than I really want to admit, but I hope that you all will bear with me. I am taking a Technical Writing class, a Philosophy class, an Intro to Fiction, and Anthropology.

I had my Tech Writing class tonight, and I have a lot of work to do before next week. Wish me luck, and offer any support you can muster; I will gladly accept it.




Posted by on June 6, 2013 in From the Desk of the Author


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