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Anyone here a fan of Percy Jackson?

This is my armature attempt at trying to steal like an artist. If you guys enjoy what I give tonight, perhaps i’ll show more tomorrow, and so on and so forth. Anyways, the prologue to Son Of Thanatus

Son Of Thanatus


As the tall, lanky, tussled black haired man stood against the nightlight of Las Vegas. The strip in the distance as he stood atop the Luxor, he was greeted with an eerie familiar presence. As his freshly pressed black and silver suit fluttered in the slight breeze like feathers in the breeze, he turned to see his mother, Nyx. Her obsidian black hair and pale features made her look sumptuously decrepit.

“Hello, Thanatos”. She said with a cold smile. Thanatos, not turning to meet his mother’s face, kept looking towards the city of bad luck.

“Hello, Nyx”. Thanatos greeted her with a cold harshness in his voice. “What are you doing here?” He said.

“Can’t a mother visit her favorite son without him giving her the negative third degree?” Nyx said sarcastically as she walked across the bright light of the Luxor pyramid, it dimmed and faded like a dying light just by her mere presence.

“No”. Thanatos said. His mother placed a hand on his shoulder, even the god of death felt his bone chill with her touch. “What is it that you want Nyx?” He demanded this time.

“It’s your son”. Nyx said in a serious tone. Her grip tightened around his shoulder blade. “He’s in terrible danger my son”. She said. The god of death did not care for many things in the mortal world, but his son, was his only brightness at the end of a very dark and damp tunnel.

“What about him?” Thanatos said with his found voice. He turned to Nyx, the first time he had looked at his mother in eons.

“There is going to be a great war my son”. Nyx said. Genuine sympathy filled her voice. For the night goddess, even she felt sympathy for her children, and her children’s children. “Between the minor gods and Mount Olympus,” She said in a serious tone. “I’ve spoken with the fates…” Nyx said. Thanatos showed little care for the fates, but he worked alongside them, and Hades himself. It was hard not to eavesdrop every now and then.

“I know this…” He said with grimace in his voice. “I’ve been preparing for it for some time now…but what does this have to do with my son?”

Nyx looked towards the city, she smiled for a moment and for a moment, Thanatos saw that spark his mother had all those eons ago. It quickly faded as she looked back at him.

“Your son is extraordinarily gifted in your ways Thanatos; it’s only a matter of time before they…find him”. She said with the same grimace as her son.

“Do not think of such things!” Thanatos said. His ebony black wings sprouted from his back in a rush of anger. He soon calmed. “Don’t think even for a moment, I’d let my son, my only flesh and blood…be taken from me again”. Thanatos said. He looked at his mother the night Goddess for a few moments. His breathing calmed, as did his mind.

“Thanatos,” Nyx said in a calming manner. “If your son is to fight in the wars that are to come from this…he will surly die as was his-“.

“Enough!” He shouted. The air became stagnant with his reverbing voice. “If they touch a single hair on my son, my wife…either of them,” Thanatos said looking at Nyx; his eyes turned a silvery black as his wings flapped in the night. “Then the god’s will be the least of their worries”. In a haze of feathers and blackness Thanatos, the god of death, was gone from the Goddess of the night’s sight.

Nyx huffed under her breath as she silently sobbed to herself for a moment.

“I’m sorry my son,” She said in sorrow. “But it’s already been written…”


Never Forget, always try to improve.

Rewriting simply sucks, we all know it and we can’t really deny that rewrites will always suck because it takes away that certain essence that we had the first time round. But in fact it’s quite the opposite. Rewriting gives people a second, third or even a fourth chance to go over their work, take or add things that should or should not be in there, change things around, make sentences stronger or leave them as is. And the best part is, the little spark that gave you the first idea to write that story, it will scream, it will beg you to keep going because it likes that feeling of being able to go over it again and your story will be so much better because of it. will it suck, of course, i’m in the midst of rewriting one of my papers and it suuuuucccckkkkssss. But i do it anyways because, well, I love it.

You are a god

Yepp, feel proud guys you are gods after all. When you really think about if, of course you are all gods, I mean what else would you be right? You create, you destroy, you decide what goes where, who lives and dies, who makes the choices and if no one, then you make the choice. You are in almost every sense of the word a god. You are a writer, but you act like a god, and that’s something to feel awesome about.

Be crazy, it’s the only way to have fun.

Be wild, be crazy, for the love of god try to be exciting in any way that you possible can. Being boring is okay some of the time, but not all of the time guys. Believe me If I had a nickle for every time I was asked “What is the most interesting thing about yourself?” I would be able to retire because each time I would always put writing. But that’s not just me anymore, I do a lot of fun things now that actually fuel my writing. I go to an improve class every Monday with friends, I go to the library to play Minecraft with my buds every Thursday and I try to have fun whenever I can, and when i’m not having fun, i’m boring, simply boring. But as a famous and crazy person once said. “Do you know why a raven is like a writing desk?” Now he was simply and utterly…mad. And i’d like to think of myself as a little mad sometimes…and you know what, that’s perfectly fine.

Writing as oppose to typing

Yeah I know, a lot of people like to actually type out what they are currently writing about. This is something I do most of the time, but if it’s a story I know I don’t just want to type out but actually feel what the character is feeling, then I do write it out.
Typing is fast, heck it only takes me a few moment to type something like this out for all of you to read it, but that’s not really fun for me. I like to write out what I can whenever I can, it gives you an opportunity to actually feel what your character is feeling, it gives you a clearer view of what your character see’s, feels, and knows. It’s sort of amazing to do that whenever and wherever we can, that’s why if I have the option, I’ll always write something out first before I even thing about trying to type it out.

Rude awakening

Guys, I have to say it, it’s not gonna happen for quite a long time, yeah we all know what I’m saying. Being published is not an over night thing, in fact it takes anywhere from three to even five years, unless you are quite successful it will take about that long. Now if you are quite successful as a write “props to you” it will take about one to about two and a half years, but that’s after years and years of writing and being rejected multiple times, but then it happens, you get published after a long, long time and after that it will get somewhat easier, now you have people you can talk to about the publishing, you are given a deadline and it will take a few years for it to get published again, but as time wears out and you become more skilled and your toolbox starts to fill up, it will become slightly easier, and easier, but remember guys the first time it happens, it wont happen for quite a long time and we all have to accept it and learn to live with it, we aren’t in any power when it comes to the final publishing process, it’s up to the people that are qualified to do as such and we have to accept that.
“Sorry for the blathering on”

Always show thanks.

I was recently with my Creative writing teacher Mr.Taylor, “Sorry Taylor random people now know, deal with it.” ha, ha but as I was showing him my blog and everything I was surprised that he actually thought it was cool that, aside from another student, I had made a blog about what we were going over and what I had learned in class and took it to heart. And i was thinking, I really do need to thank people because without them I wouldn’t be here, without the help of my friends and him then I really wouldn’t be here blogging about it, ha, ha. So thank you all my friends “Way to many to count,” and thank you Mr. Taylor. He’s the guy that always gives it to me straight with my writing, not just tell me i’m amazing at it, that’s not helpful to me at all, he gives it to me as straight as he can and for that I do thank him tremendously.
Always show gratitude to those who have helped you along the way to accomplishing your dreams, or even if you are still on the road just as I am, and who knows, our roads might connect at some point and we can walk together for a while.