Wagner's Writings

 May the stories entertain you, I guess.  #18: “Check Point”  I won’t be here forever, but I don’t think anyone, nor anything should be. Let’s just enjoy the nice weather, talk of our lives thus far, share a little of one another and call it a day. If you’re here tomorrow then I’ll be glad. If you’re not, I’ll move onto the next thing and keep my spirits up. Then in private moments I’ll think of you and me. Fondly. It’s memories that I hold dear to me as if you were still here.  I’m a check point. I’m a security blanket when life becomes too turbulent to maintain by oneself. I seek no competition, no glory, no conquering. Just conversation and the allowance of dreams to see the real, if for only a brief moment. If it’s the best case scenario, then maybe you find new hope to make those dreams of yours come true. Now that’s something.  You have to move along now? I understand. I’m not one to keep people waiting. I will not beg, either. We both have our lives to li...

Hey all! Today's my 28th birthday and I'm also doing something equally as exciting. I'm gearing up to do another promotion cycle of a piece of work I'm doing. This time it's a novella (a story around 17,500 - 39,999 words)! Below and in the link is the first 5 pages of this mini book. I had hoped I'd have it finished by this time and printed and in people's hands, but oh yeah. It's better to polish something than have something out just for the sake of having it out.  So in my calculations I should have this 100% done and printed sometime in August/September. It'll also looking to go the route of Pay What You Want for the digital edition and most likely $5 - $7 for a physical copy (depending on how hefty the word count comes out to be.)  The story is called (for the time being), "The Exchange of Secrets." It's a fantasy tale in the vain of Neil Gaiman and Patrick Rothfuss. It focuses on a young boy wandering in the forest in search of s...

Here's April's batch of stories - we keep on trucking. #13: “The Tip of the Arrow” Arrows fly up ahead, clouding above. Descending like the casting of angels falling from the heavens. On the ground are enemies that need to be made an example of. These arrows will spill out the contents of their targets, showing precisely what they're made of: Fear and blood.  The first wave was from us. The second wave approaches from the enemy line. Bows pulled back. Release. The arrows block out the sun, for just a moment, turning the bloody day into night. There’s a slight chill in the air, cold even. Then the light came back. The sun welcoming us like angels to the Kingdom of Heaven. With its light comes its angels. Arrows soaring through the air; effortless, majestic, as if to fly.  The tip of the arrow became God that day. Soldiers on the battlefield became arrows, angels freeing from the Earth with the flood of crimson. Watch us ascend like arrows toward the sky. See just what we’re ...

 March #9:  “Dead Digits” The loss of the luxury to eat whenever, whatever you pleased is about the second worst thing that could happen when becoming a diabetic, the first I think being the threat of losing toes.  Not much up for retelling the sob story of getting sick and holding onto the proverbial handrail as I recovered and struggle to maintain a healthy balance. Been there done that. There’s not much change in my daily life except the fact I have to say ‘no’ when someone offers dessert and losing more coin than a healthy person to sugar-free options and avoiding the good shit. Some days are harder than others, but I get by all the same. What does get annoying though is the tingling in my toes. Eat a few extra fries than you should then suddenly your toes get a burning feeling. Seems like a raw deal to me. Not as raw as my pancreas not working, but I digress.  I recently had a nightmare that implanted that fear a little more than usual. The dinner before I a...