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An “Open” Fantasy Story Concept

This last weekend I found myself digging through some boxes of old books in the garage looking for a specific book. Unfortunately, I didn’t find it. On the other hand, I did find a handful of books and old journals that I decided to return to my bookshelf. As I was flipping through one journal, I came across an idea for a story that I once had, but never fully fleshed-out. I have since gone in a different direction. I am building the structure of an entirely different story. Therefore, I am going to throw this idea out into the ether.

If you are looking for story concept that you can build from, and write a best-seller, maybe this idea will appeal to you. Here it is:

Genre:
I envisioned this “seedling” as a ‘pure fantasy,’ or possibly a ‘modern fantasy’ storyline. This would be a fantasy-styled story that, in some respects, parallels an individuals journey of discovery, spiritual growth, inward-upward-outward power, temptation, love and community conflict, and battle for life. While the concept and and element ‘phrasing’ runs along Judeo-Christian lines, it doesn’t have to develop in that direction.

Concept:
At the birth of every individual, their “gifting/calling” and the power potential of that gift is visible within the ‘spiros.’ While every individual has some ‘gifting,’ some who are blessed/cursed have the ability to tangibly wield/control their gifts, both within the spiros and the physical realms of reality. From the moment of birth, for both the protagonists, and antagonists, a battle is waged, in a sometimes subtle, sometimes blatant fashion, for the fulfillment, direction, and control of each persons gift. “There shall be twelve in every age…” 12 extra-anointed, spiritual, gifted, uniquely powerful, leaders of expansion, vision, and mission or destruction.

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It Was Only A Dream…..

One day i woke up in a meadow. It had tulips every were in all sorts of colors. It was peaceful and just perfect. I heard laughter and music, so i went to find out what it was. I came upon a little village. There were people dancing and singing. Everybody was just happy. But suddenly that happiness was taking away when a dark stormy cloud came out of nowhere. A evil queen came out of that cloud. Everybody was scared. They ran and hid. She took everything from this village. She left nothing. I had to do something about it. So i followed the cloud to a dark castle. There was guards everywhere so i had to find another way in. I saw a window not to high above. So i Started to climb the side of the rocky castle. As i was climbing the side i heard a soft cry. Continue reading →

Community

ChalkerLife

Eyes wet with desperation,

I search for solace;

community.

Legs leaden from loneliness,

I despair of company;

community.

Hands trembling with weight,

I can not but share;

community.

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Dreaming

I dream of silent days and

I dream of peacful nights.

I dream of rambling rivers and

I dream of eagles flight.

I dream of desert days and

I dream of drier nights.

I dream of peaceful memories and

I dream of no more fright.

I dream of love that's lasting and

I dream of love that's sweet.

I dream of hearing laughter and

I dream of dreamless sleep.

The Demoniac

​Without doubt you’ll never guess who I was. I was mentioned in the gospels and Jesus completely revolutionized my life, but my name was never mentioned. I will say this though. When Jesus met me I was probably more in need of his help and a miracle in my life than anyone else in the entire Bible. I was certainly the grungiest and most disgusting looking. I was completely naked, unshaven, covered with slime, and prone to shrieking uncontrollably, and cut myself with rocks. You’ve probably figured it out now. Yeah, that was me, the demoniac. I was completely filled with demons when Jesus found me. I was the kind of person that people avoided. Well, I lived in a cemetery. My family and everyone in the cities had driven me out of town because of my violence and uncontrollable behavior. They had even tried unsuccessfully the shackle me with chains more than once. It didn’t matter. I just broke them all. I don’t even remember how it all started. Well, not exactly. All I know is that I loved to go to the various temples of Diana that were located in the Decapolis. Each time I betrayed my family and secretly went to worship at these temples I would begin to feel strange urges and conflicting desires within me. They would go away eventually, but I noticed, along with my wife, that I was getting a temper and becoming violent. The priestesses at the temple never told me what was happening. Others weren’t affected. Over time, I noticed that I was getting worse and worse. I would hear voices in my head and sometimes I would lose control of myself. Continue reading →

My Big Brother

             As I sat in my room and let the tears pour, I felt hatred. I felt like my insides were going to explode. All I wanted to do was make them pay. How could they do this? Why would they? All he ever did was for the glory of God, his father, and God’s people. He only ever listened to his heavenly father. Why would his father whom he loved and served greatly do this to him? Why would he sit there and watch him die? I began to feel hatred towards God as well. As the hatred began to grow, my mind raced to the time when I was a child.  When I was little I always watched him in the kitchen.  He helped my mom with the dishes and the laundry. He was always trying to help my father when it came to carpentry. And most of all, he was making sure that his true father was first. Sometimes I would be mad at him. Why? I thought he was too much of a rule follower. The problem was that he was perfect. It made me feel useless, like I was unimportant. In the end I looked up to him for everything. He was the one who encouraged me to be a better person.  A knock at the door makes me jump out of my thoughts. I hurried to wipe the tears from my face. Continue reading →

As I Give This Rose

Stepping out the back door, I drift

through fields of grey and day.

Watching the wind with searching

eyes a secret soul takes shape.

Blushing, scared, and silent shy,

a boisterous boy reaches rows of raging

red. A sea of roses, and petals of blood.

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