Running boast.

The third installment of my fantasy poem.

On February 2, 2009 Mason Marsh was jumping off a window ledge in his basement onto the couch.

A science-fantasy piece about a never-dying warrior.

The epic story of Beowoulf and how there’s a hero in all of us.

Lovely sets of my thoughts.

The creation of the Pokémon world and the Pokémon in it had seemed to be of success. One Pokémon watched as all the others lived in harmony with each other. This Pokémon, hard to see within the clouds, was very much aware that an evil presence was coming for his beautiful creations.

A poem I wrote while I was craving an adventure wishing that true adventures still existed.