The choice

Something wicked was in the air, the scent of death wafted from the west.  No one knew what exactly caused it, but they were much too fearful to investigate what beast or fowl could have been felled to fume furiously.  the stench was more than enough to leave all dissatisfied, it was as of things had been set up perfectly, and then moved slightly to the right.  Everything was wrong, but it was so close that it caused an urge, a longing to correct.  It deranged them.  But as much as this inspired them to act, they were paralyzed by fear. 

Such is life.



The echo blog is obviously on brake not for the holidays, but for the new job.  Sorry guys, just trying to get used to my new schedule of coming home past midnight.  Don’t worry I’ll obviously be back soon, an echo is a sound struggling to be free.  And to anyone who lives in the fairfield county of connecticut, try looking for my place of work.  It’s just called Local.  Thank you for your time.


How echo broke kitchens

At the request of the puney bone ( not sure if spelled right) I tell a story of an echo in a kitchen.

I’m a pretty good cook, nothing to marvel at, but the majority of my foodstuff is satisfactory or above. My brother on the other hand is a chef, when he enters a kitchen magic happens he is truly in his element. When I was younger I wanted this magic for myself, understandable yet misguided. I’ve had many the adventure in a kitchen going so far as to destroy several microwaves. But I got past this reckless stage and thought I’d never be a danger to the kitchen again, I was wrong.
My oven mishap like any story of note, stemmed from fear. I feared oil burns French fries caused so I took to baking them, they were delicious and healthier, but lacked the crispness regular fries know. A hefty sacrifice but worth it all the same. Until one day the frozen fries from the grocery store refused to be cooked, upon further inspection the metal coil within the electric oven was broken a segment of it burnt off entirely, how? I do not know. I fear I may never know. It took over a year to replace this thing, missing two Christmases and two thanksgivings. I got over the oil thing.

If you’ve enjoyed this tale of potatoes and regret then subscribe or make something to eat, satisfy that urge.


Wednesday Updates: 1

Work starts with staff training on Friday, that’s going to be a blast.  I truly hope that this job thing works out, I’ve been neglecting my chores of late, but that should change once I readjust myself to being a working man.  Project Echoshadow, the guy who works at that one place. Achievement unlocked.


Moving on to other maters. 


This strange creature has come to the echo household, isn’t that interesting?
More improbably on saturday, probably while I’m out at more staff training, a new oven shall arrive. So many foods I’ve avoided due to the lack of oven this house has faced since that mysterious french fry incident. I miss cheap frozen pizzas so badly, and stuffed shells. In other words things are finally looking up got the echo ever since I finished that first draft and blogged everyday for a month.

Trial by fire; learn or burn.

If you enjoythe real life chronicles of your friendly neighborhood echo then subscribe or ask a few questions, I won’t bite, for now.


Project Soundspirit, the ultimate warrior

Not one of my best works but a blast to write up.


Ace, The Jester

After the kingdom stopped using reapers to fight wars they began to be seen as weak by the outside world many new threats emerged.  From foolish trolls to wise dragons and even the nation in the southern desert, it was a desperate time.  So the king at the time Black Storm, enlisted the help of alchemist, scientists, and any form of magic weilder he could find to defend his people.   The nation stood the test of time but was never strong enough to be feared as they were with the reapers, so wars became more common.  This went on for centuries, promotion innovations in the at of war. This is the story of one such innovation gone wrong.
Around a thousand years after Crimson fled there was a man distantly related to the crown, a scientist who detested magic with a passion, for reasons he kept to himself. Most believed…

View original post 348 more words

Dark Storm: descent

    Years of careful planning and scheming ,decades of experimentation, weeks of waiting to see if the manhunter could bring him his distant niece for the final part if his plot to achieve immortality.  As far as Dark Storm was concerned, only once immortal could he be free to rule his kingdom justly, as only a king freed from death’s fear could rule.
Dead Sky appeared before the king with an orb glowing green. “Your highness, I’ve noticed an oddity, I’ll complete your task as scheduled but I wanted to know if I am allotted to execute the guardian child.” Dead Sky asked with a madness of his own drenching his tone. “Of course not, any guardian she had shall be carted here too I wish to know exactly who sees fit to help that girl, to aide anyone who thinks themselves worthy of altering my plans!” Dark Storm shouted to dismiss the assassin. “He calls himself echo or something, don’t know what he is, but he certainly isn’t human,” Dead Sky complained as he turned to leave. “What did you say? I know that creature.” Dark Storm realized aloud as he began to realize who had been working against him. “Get me the queen, I’ll be needing to talk with her.” Dark Storm said dryly. “Yes my lord, may I ask if I can be expediting future condonation for this additional task.” Dead Sky asked. “Be glad I slow such a chile scum to exist, it is only because you’re a useful filth that you haven’t been cleansed long ago, don’t push your luck. Tonight is your new deadline for both missions, I want then in thus chamber with the creature, an off shoot of my distant cousin’s science, made to assist in the use of Project Soundspirit, I highly expect you’ll work with the two eventually so get used to him, and stop him.” Dark Storm declared. Dead Sky left to achieve his goal end receive his money. The will of the king was to be fulfilled.


NaNoWhatNow? Three Tactics for Getting Un-Stuck

Everybody read this, it is inspirational, way better than that lane stuff I wrote.

Kristen Lamb's Blog

One of the reasons I LOVE NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, which is November) is it gives new writers a glimpse of a professional pace. It teaches discipline, writing no matter what, how we feel or whether or not we’re inspired. Writing is a profession, not a playpen. I remember when I was new thinking that 500 words a day was such a BIG DEAL. 

Now? I generally have 1200 words written before breakfast. My daily average can range from 1000-6000 words, depending on what I’m doing, how many projects I have going, etc.

I also love NaNoWriMo because it employs one of my favorite techniques, Fast Draft. Wear out the inner editor and the subconscious can come up with some pretty amazing stuff. This technique isn’t for everyone, but I do recommend trying a little of everything when we’re in the beginning stages of our career. Eventually, if…

View original post 1,188 more words

Videogame quote #2

Hello again wonderful readers, ready for episode two? yeah me neither, but hey I’m not even done with one character from one game, so many inspirations to explore, I wonder what’s in store.

“The rising sun will eventually set.
A newborn’s life will fade.
From sun to moon, moon to sun…
Give peaceful rest to living dead.”

The sun song’s poem, as written in a tombstone within a grave in the game Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time.  Next time I’m try to find something notZelda, though I’ll obviously return to spread the words of Sheik.

As always please comment your wonderful interpretations if the quote. Also, I’m sticking with mainly games I’ve played though you can suggest a few I’ll look into them and maybe try them out, thanks for reading.