Current State of Things

Hello, Mols here!

Recently I've gotten out of my hiatus and started writing again. Competitive gaming has been taking a lot of time out of me, but I'm starting to get back into the swing of things.

I'm still trying to work out a stable design for the page. Personally, I have a hard time reading color, or focusing on a page with contrasting color, so I'm attempting to create a page that won't take a toll on anyone with terrible eyesight like yours truly. So don't be surprised if every other time you visit the page, it looks different.

My writing itself is also going through some changes. Design-wise, I'm still trying to find a decent font and size, since I copy-and-paste my stories from Google Drive. My style has also been going through changes, as I'm developing a change in voice, which is mostly due to writing journalistic columns.

Content-wise, Spirits of Taust and Inseparable are in stable development, with Spirits of Taust being the better-made. I may be spitting out SoT chapters faster as well, since again, the plot is more stably developed.

Destiny Vale, if everything goes to plan, will be released THIS SPRING. It is by far the most developed, and I believe you will be happy with the results. It has been taking this long only because I want every bit of it to be perfect.

My fourth story STILL doesn't have a name, mostly because it may be a lesser-developed title, but I believe if everything goes well, it could also have a spring release.

Going deeper, some other titles may be added here. None will compare to the focus and detail of my Main Four, but will still have a decent amount of effort. These include stories I write for practice, fanfiction, columns, and other small projects. These may be added at a later date if I feel some live up to my expectation I put myself up to on this small blog.

Speaking of size, I do fully acknowledge the size of this page. I don't have many views, or expect many in the next few months or years, though I may act like I have many. If you appreciate my stories, please feel free to share this site. The more noticed this blog gets, the more active I will be.

I write an average of twice a day, usually around four hours, and usually on several different projects. Among 3D animating and gaming, this is usually the most I can cram. But if this page gets more views, I'm happy to put more and more time into this hobby than other hobbies.

If everything goes well, these are some checkpoints I hope to reach in the future:
-Author Talks, a small mini-series of posts I would add each week, usually on a Friday or Saturday. I'm very excited to try this, so I don't need too many views to start it. Basically, I would be writing a small personal post, explaining my thoughts on the posts written that week, while doing Q&As and giving away small behind-the-scenes, easter eggs, and hints on what's to come. Believe it or not, in every one of my stories, there are many hints to my other stories, even subtly giving away spoilers.

-A Patreon. Despite Google Adsense, I feel it unnecessary to put ads on this blog, no matter my popularity in the next few years. I know of a few friends who use Patreon for their art, and it makes me curious if I could ever do something like that in the future. Do note that if I ever did get a Patreon, it would be late, late in the future, if I have hundreds of viewers. I do not wish to beg for money, especially with this page being so young, but it's a thought for something I could do in four years or so.

-Google Forms. At certain points in my stories, I will make Google Forms to ask broad questions about how I'm doing. These will be anywhere from feedback, to opinion, to your guesses on what'll happen next, and just thoughts you have.

Inseparable: Chapter One

That feeling when you’re a kid… When you think all your dreams will become reality. Like you’ll make a difference. Like you’re invincible. But as you age, more people will tell you their truths, their experiences. Tell you over and over to give up. Dreams are for the passionate, for the stubborn. Everyone else just falls into the cracks into normality.

It doesn’t matter which one of us is thinking this. We’re the same person, anyway.

When it happened, all I could do was reminisce the past. Think about the other, while clutching them tightly. Before the end of the world, we looked like we would be those people. The passionate, the stubborn. The person, no, the two, that would change everything.

Our father was an elite soldier. He taught us everything about fighting. How to use the technology given to us, and to protect each other. He told us that in the end, it is truly your strength that will keep you going.

It felt as if our mother was the opposite. She was so light-hearted, and fragile. She showed us beauty, and the mystery that were the spirits. She was a dancer, and a hell of a good one at that. Though it felt strange at first, she taught us her passion for the elegance.

As kids, we seemed like the show-offs. The kids that looked like the best at everything. We earned good marks in school, were the co-captains of the swim team, since no one could agree on which one of us was better. We were writers, dancers, martial arts instructors. We were only twelve. But that’s what this future did to you. You either excelled, or failed.

When we were older, it felt strange. We had to count on each other more, use each other’s strength. Everything got more competitive. We either fell behind, and have to give up, or trump everyone. We didn’t choose to give up.

It seemed we could do anything, but even we couldn’t stop our imminent future.

We weren’t even sure how it happened, but we remember seeing an explosion. The explosion that wiped out everything around us. Everything, but us.

Spirits of Taust: Chapter Two

“Myra! Hey, Myra!” Egret’s voice called across the sands. The dark tabby looked up, her dual-colored eyes scanning for him. The grey tomcat finally reached her, breathing slowly, shaking sand out of his short pelt.

“What?” She meowed, slightly impatient.

“Well...er…” he looked away, and Myra realized he really didn’t know what to say, “aren’t you going to come back? I’m sure Bastet has some special job for you.”

“You’re the second-in-command, not me,” she snapped quickly, stepping closer. Egret timidly stepped back.

“Yes...well...what are you doing anyway?” Egret pryed.

“Nothing, and I don’t want to tell you about it,” she meowed more calmly, looking away.

“Er...well...aren’t you the antisocial one…” he muttered quietly.

“I’m not anti social, I just don’t want to talk to you,” she leered. The grey cat’s ears fell back a bit, and Myra instantly felt bad, yet she still didn’t say anything.

“I’m gonna head back,” he meowed, turning around.

“Fine- good, actually,” she stuttered a bit, waiting until he was more than a few several feet before continuing a slight patrol. Myra was a loner, but a loyal soldier. She cared about just getting the job done, with no distraction. She felt as if Egret was her opposite. She’d never seen the cat fight, or talk back. Bastet chose him from almost the beginning. It burned at Myra’s pelt more than the sands they lived in, but Myra couldn’t complain. She was the most elite soldier- and Bastet acknowledges her.

Myra blinked back into focus, hearing something. She checked behind her, wondering if Egret had come back to persuade her, but the tomcat was nowhere to be seen. It was coming from the opposite side, near one of the borders. She instinctively unsheathed her claws and ran after it.

Approaching where she thought she heard the noise, she waited as still as possible, hoping to detect movement. At first, there was nothing. Her muscles grew less tense, and she settled down, claws starting to sheath. Perhaps it was just a stray patrol…

Another sound became clear, and Myra heard it as footsteps, and too light to be feline. She hurried down a dune, to where the ground was less sand and more rocky terrain. The footsteps were easier to detect now. She crept low to the ground, and then saw her target. A pale-furred rabbit, fur bristled in an awkward fashion, as if something was troubling her. You’ll have a lot more to worry about when I’m done with you… Her claws slid out and she prepared to pounce.

“You don’t want to do that,” the rabbit said, looking over. Myra stood up, blinking, but remained unsurprised.

“Yea, and why not?” She meowed.

“You’re allied with the foxes, right?” She asked, her voice gruff and low, “my name’s Robinfur...or, just Robin. I’m here to warn you. Furiel, and possibly the entire world we know, is in danger.”