Rowan Finley
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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Vigor Anew
Compassion, coupled together, with a few other people, is a fountain of blessing. Vigor anew! Reignited. It is like a mega battery charging station for others who need empowering. We link spiritual arms, in militant battle against the enemy who continuously beats our souls down, attempting to dig premature graves. We write. We rise. Sometimes, we fall. But, we rise again, and again, until the end begins. Then we realize, the end is simply the start of a new beginning. The beginning of eternity. The eternity that has, not so secretly, been seated on the precious thrones of our hearts.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Berganashio - Chapter 10
The anointing day feast continued throughout the day. There were lots of games, dancing and soaring around in circles in a fun air parade of sorts. The smallest of the meerbirds played together while the elderly meerbirds watched with pure adoration, reminiscing of memories when they were younger. Keenwai and Kunya had played several games of hide and seek with the children meerbirds. After a while, they grew tired of the silliness of the game and walked toward the thicker forests. Keenwai, kicked up some leaves and asked, “What does adoration even mean to you, Kunya?”
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 9. Content Warning.
One of the sea-wolfs jumped onto Cotton, and they tumbled several times in a frantic scrambling fight. Cotton suddenly felt the sharp fangs of one of the sea-wolf piercing into his side, and he yelped in pain. He wiggled free from the grasp of the sea-wolf, trying to escape the vigorous fight.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 8
Merfaries were quite different in many ways from the fairies who lived with Queen Finyellë. Aside from living on opposite sides of the world of Berganashio, they had different cultures, values, and skills. They were small and could fly like fairies. Their lower halves looked like mermaids, which may be well-known in some worlds. There were four merfarie children who were traveling rapidly, above and sometimes below the ocean water. They had such beautiful scales and fins. When they grew tired of flying, then they would swim with equal skill. They were athletic, confident, and always ready for adventures of some kind.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
