I forgot to post this the other day but the next chapter of Spare Parts is out on Channillo!! Check out what Leven Murdock is up to now!
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Inspiration just hit my brain so hard, I had to hurry to finish the paperwork for my day job so I could write down my brain’s new baby before I forgot everything. I just spent the last half hour, typing on my phone, the notes for a new story. I can’t wait to get this one started!
A great day for writing!
I wake up in the morning,
Throw my hair in a bun.
I lace up my sneakers
And head out for a run.
I’m out of breath
By the end of the block.
Still I push myself harder,
Never checking the clock.
All this time I spend running
My daydreams take shape.
I go into a world
One I cannot escape.
There are monsters and demons,
Zombies and vampires too.
A red-headed stalker
With eyes oh-so blue.
There are heroes and good guys,
Someone there to save the day.
It wouldn’t be a fantasy
Without them out to play.
There are castles and oceans
And skies with bright stars.
I see chaos and beauty
And love hidden behind by bars.
All these things that I see
As I jog through the world
Are created by one thing;
My twisted mind unfurled.
I can run on forever
In the madness of my mind.
And keep going and going
Until the end of time.
But, alas, I cannot
For my breath has run short.
It is time to head home
And rest up from the sport.
I’ll start again tomorrow
With my dreams set on high.
I’ll see where they might take me
And always reach for the sky.
Copyright 2017 T. R. Justus
This weekend I was asked why I don’t I write something “normal” or something that isn’t filled with things that could never in a million years happen. I was asked this because the person would really like to read something I’ve written, she just doesn’t like those action/adventure, out of this world, fantasy, science fiction novels; whereas I do.
As much as I’d love to write something that she would really enjoy, my mind can’t seem to grasp the concept of normalness to fill the pages. Sure, I can start off on a new project with my mind set on making it your average, run of the mill book. The type where the guy gets the girl and they spend their lives proving their love to one another. My project might start out this way, but something happens and my mind switches to the abnormal very, very quickly.
The idea of my characters falling in love will almost always take a drastic turn for the dangerous side of things. They’ll hit a speed bump (literally) and run into monsters or bad guys or some sort of alien that drops down from the sky to ruin everything. (There’s a little inside on what The Day The World Burns is about.)
I thrive on the stories that are so packed full of fictional adventure that I’m not sure if I’ll make it out alive or not. My head enjoys the thrill of the ride while reading and writing stores or books that get your heart pumping. The ones that keep you on the edge of your seat with action and perilous tasks that leave you wanting more. I know romance novels and coming of age stories, and other types along that line are also filled with edge of your seat words and there might be a day where I find myself sitting down to write something like that. However, at this point in my life, I just can’t do it.
I can’t do normal when normal is boring.
Lately I’ve been so unfocused that I kept jumping from one project to the next–thank God for the insane amount of notes I keep for each story idea.
I couldn’t seem to keep my head on straight. Suddenly, out of freaking nowhere, I was on my evening run through the neighborhood–I’m pretty sure I was listening to some Fall Out Boy to keep my heart pumping–and it hit me. A spark of inspiration for a project that’s been on the backburner for a while now. I found and created a new beginning, made an outline from beginning to end (although the exact ending isn’t set in stone just yet). I got to work on this one the other day and I’m 8,000 words in so far. At work, I tend to write a rough chapter on my phone and I have three of them waiting to be transferred to the computer.
Needless to say, my mind’s been busy with this one!
I’m finally out of my unfocused rut and can get back to bringing my characters to life. Of course, they have to endure some amount of tragedy and end-of-the-world peril or I’d be pretty bored.
I even have the perfect title for my latest story: The Day the People Disappeared. I’ll let you use your imagination to see where that will go!
The ground is thirty-feet below. If I mess up this jump, I’ll snap my ankles for sure. The pain won’t be the worst of it, either. They will catch me and lock me away for being a nutcase and believing in worlds their eyes could never see. But I have seen them. I have dreamt of the wildest and most beautiful places this human world could never imagine.
I have longed to go there for years. I’ve searched far and wide, losing those I once held dear because they failed to see the wonders of this place beyond the stars. The land that is far away from time and space, where human life can be transformed into something mystifyingly beautiful. Every day will be an adventure and have a purpose that will only be meant for me.
After ten years, I finally found the portal to the land in the far beyond and I haven’t much time to make the leap.
The tree is dying and it will take the powers of that land straight to the gates of heaven. I will forever lose the opportunity to discover the true meaning of my existence.
How can I go on with my life if that life is dull and relentless?
I need to make this jump and stick the landing with perfection. It is the only way to escape the madness chasing after me through the woods. I hear them shouting my name and ordering me to return. They threaten and curse, claiming me insane for having visions they could never fathom.
They will never understand the dreams I have.
A dog barks; low and terrifying. They’re getting closer by the second. The sunlight casts their shadows over the grass and heavy boots trudge through fallen leaves of an early autumn. Men, women, and even children are hunting down me—the wild girl standing on the highest branch in the tallest tree.
I inch to the edge, nervously clutching the strap to my satchel. I packed only what I may need to survive whatever lives in the land far beyond. Clothes, water, a loaf of bread, and the only photo I have left of my parents. They disappeared when I was seven and left me with dreams of the place I seek. It’s a longshot, but my gut is telling that I will find them there. That they will be waiting with arms wide open for the daughter they love.
I can’t mess this up.
I take a deep breath. The voices grow louder. One of them shouts that they’ve spotted me and startles me. I nearly fall off the branch before I’m ready. The limb wavers and creaks beneath my wobbling legs. I stretch my arms out wide to obtain my balance. Down below, I see them. They’re running toward my tree now. They carry torches and pitchforks as if I am some type of monster. If only they could see the monsters in themselves before destroying the dreams I hold dear.
The tree begins to quake and I glance to the lowest branches. Two, strong men with thick beards and axes are hacking away at the trunk. I shake my head and breathe a faint no.
I’m out of time now. If they succeed and the tree falls, I will die right along with the land I love so much. My heart pounds wildly and I let my right foot dangle over the branch.
This is it; I think with a smile crossing my face, this is the start of something wonderful.
I step over the branch and shrieks of terror erupt from the hunters below. The wind whips through my hair as warmth wraps around my soul. I bask in a light that blinds me and slip into the land of the far beyond.
Since I have a knack for running during the warm months, I tend to take random pictures of things I find interesting or just plain cool looking. So, here are a few I had fun editing. I have a thing for eerie scenarios!
Outside of writing my life way and telling whatever crazy story is on my mind, I also enjoy taking random pictures. Most of the time I snap a pic of something I find neat when I’m out on my run in the evenings or if I see something interesting when we go places. I’m also one of those people that likes changing the style of the photo: the color or the saturation and brightness. I took a couple recently when I was walking through the cemetery and thought they turned out pretty neat. I figured I’d share some of my random photography today. I’m not a professional and I never plan on being one, but it is fun snapping a photo of things that don’t involve a selfie.
They follow you
Like bats in the night
You can’t outrun them
You can never hide
They’ll be there waiting
For you to fall asleep
For your mind to finally be theirs
You can fight it all you want
Force your eyes to never close
Soon you’ll give in
And they’ll be there
They’ll play with you
Showing what you never want to see
Saying what you never want to hear
Until you beg for it to stop
Pleading for it all to be over
But your mind does not listen
Your eyes do not open
They cannot hear your cries
And you’re forced to see the images
So gruesome and bizarre
Your feet try to carry you away
Try taking you from the nightmares
But they follow you
They’ll always follow you.