Thangar and the princess returned to his castle. A large welcome was held for her and Thangar's safe return, with a large feast and song and dance, joy and happiness. Then one day, a great sadness came over the land. "Thangar . . ." the princess asked, ". . . where art Sint, my nobleman?""I am sorry,... Continue Reading →
From the Mind of an 11 Year Old Boy: Thangar 2: Chapter 8
Author's Notes: No thoughts tonight---just read the exciting conclusion!Thangar 2Chapter 8Thangar was more equipped than ever because he now had two power swords and a gold, magical medallion. He pressed forward to his goal, Zarack's Throne Room, with great anger, slashing the large door in front of him and fearlessly entering."It's over, Zarack! Your time... Continue Reading →
From the Mind of an 11 Year Old Boy: Thangar 2: Chapter 7
Author's Note: Writer's write. That's what we do to survive, to make sense of life, to find meaning in an otherwise meaningless existence. For many people out in Internet land, it may seem like a waste of time to keep posting something nobody responds to. Long before the Internet existed, I was writing to no one in... Continue Reading →
From the Mind of an 11 Year Old Boy: Thangar 2: Chapter 6
Author's Notes: Not much to say here except this chapter contains my favorite line from the story. I won't tell you what it is . . . but it sure made me laugh! Just look for the italicized sentence. Thangar IIChapter 6Deep in the heart of the castle was Zarack's Imperial Throne Room. Sint and Thangar... Continue Reading →
From the Mind of an 11 Year Old Boy: Thangar 2: Chapter 5
Author's Notes: Am I crazy? Why am I doing this, showing the world my very worst work? You don't see J.K. Rowling publishing her work as an 11 year old, even though she professes to have been writing since age six. I honestly don't have a good answer for that. I consider this a kind... Continue Reading →
From the Mind of an 11 Year Old Boy: Thangar 2: Chapter 4
Author's Notes: One thing I can't stand is when people get excited about reading my work. They practically beg me. When I was growing up, everyone just assumed I was some kind of genius. Either that, or they hoped to learn some dirty secret about the inner workings of my mind. Despite repeating that my story... Continue Reading →
From the Mind of an 11 Year Old Boy: Thangar 2: Chapter 3
Author's Notes: When I started this crazy project, I went into it blindly. I honestly don't remember this story, but I am finding out about it as I edit it. I feel I must apologize for the level of violence in this chapter---and in this story in general. When I was growing up, I was... Continue Reading →
From the Mind of an 11 Year Old Boy: Thangar 2: Chapter 2
Author's Notes: Editing a story I wrote in 1986 has been a unique challenge. How many mistakes do I keep? How much do I change? From the start, my intent has been to preserve as much of the original as possible with the least amount of editing (spelling and grammar have been corrected). In this... Continue Reading →
From the Mind of an 11 Year Old Boy: Thangar 2: Chapter 1
Forward: One day, I was in my mom's attic looking for stories I feared she'd thrown away, and found boxes of ring binders containing fiction I don't remember writing. One binder was entitled, Thangar II: The Omen of Sint. The only thing I remember about Thangar is how I came up with the name. As... Continue Reading →
The Five Greatest Books I’ve Ever Read: #1: The Once and Future King
Recently, a friend showed me an excerpt from a book about words and their meanings. The author was critiquing the biased nature of the dictionary, of all things, using the definition of civilization as an example. Civilization, she argued, should not be generally defined as "advanced" unless the dictionary was (and I paraphrase here) the White, Male, European... Continue Reading →
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