The Valley

I have been away from my blog for too long. I am currently in a writing group with a couple of good friends and we are doing a bunch of exercises together. I quite liked the outcome of this one so I thought I would post it up.

The Valley
A short writing piece by
Michael William Edwards

He felt the weight of his decision like the pack on his back as he looked over the valley he called home for so long. The sweet spring smells rolled up the hill in the wind to his nostrils. The wee nipper tugging at his pants, excited for their journey, did not understand what was happening. He smiled and pushed aside his worry. After all he had promised his late beloved that he would never take up arms again. He turn away from the valley and the conscription to flee into the life of a nomad with his child.

The Rotting Wall

The Rotting Wall
A Short Tale by
Michael William Edwards

The root cellar smelt beyond vile. The food had all rotted and turned black, but something else overpowered the rotted food. The dirt floor had turned to mud. It squashed beneath Beth’s feet, squeezing between her toes. She was cold in just her nightgown. The wet sides of the hole in the wall reflected the small light from the candle she held. The slime that oozed out from the hole was the cause of the rotting food and the smell.

She wanted to upheave her dinner, turn and run, cover her nose and mouth, anything to get away from the smell, but she could not. She had no choice but to continue.

She felt her heart slowing as she approached the hole. The fearful thumping dying, her breathing slowed, her body felt calm. Her mind however, it raced through thoughts. Fear building. She had no control of her body. Slowly she went numb, trapped in a body she could no longer feel. A body that had began crawling into the hole.

She fought with all her might, straining her mind, attempting to regain control. Nothing she tried worked. She screamed in her own head. Cursed her body. Told it not to go further. It wouldn’t listen. It crawled into the hole.

Everything was dark. She could no longer hear or see. It was her alone with her thoughts.

The River

So, I haven’t been here for a while. Life got a little overwhelming. Here is my return with a little writing piece I wrote this evening.

The River
A Short Writing Piece by
Michael William Edwards

Gripping to the rock. My fingers aching. Everything telling me to give up and let the river take me. The water splashing over my face. The force of the river seems violent. Scary.

Sometimes it feels as if it wants to pull me down the river and throw me over a waterfall. Other times it feels like it wants to pull me under and hold me there until I drown.

The bank of the river looks peaceful. I want to stay there, but I can not get back to it. The river has me and it is taking me. I feel my fingers slipping and I fear what will come.

I’m telling myself that I have journeyed the river to this point. Stopping at many banks. There are many banks to go and I should see them all. I must trust in the river. So I must let go.

The raging waters take me. They embrace me and I float.

I float gently down the river.

It’s quiet now. I feel a peace as I travel. I don’t care to look forward for waterfalls, I just embrace the river back and trust it will carry me to another bank.


Thanks for reading.

Anniversary Dinner

Here is a little tale I wrote this weekend whilst taking a break from my novel.

Anniversary Dinner
Flash Fiction by
Michael William Edwards

The meat made a delightful sizzle as it hit the frying pan that made her smile. Emma checked her reflection in the window, giving herself a wink. Sporting her best dress, a tightly fitted red number, and of course an apron to protect the dress. She had kicked her heels off an hour ago.
Emma returned to the cooking steak. The butter, oil and its own juices bubbling at its sides. She sprinkled some salt and cracked some pepper onto the raw side of the meat. A fresh sprig of rosemary went into the pan next. She rolled the pan about to infuse the rosemary flavour. A quick flip of the steak; she intended not to over cook the meat. She placed the rosemary sprig on top of the steak then tilted the pan. Using a spoon she collected the liquid from the side of the pan and basted the meat.
She placed the meat on a chopping board and covered with foil. Leaving it to rest she began preparing the plate. Emma wanted this to be the character of her most liked photo, so the presentation had to be right. She laid some grilled asparagus atop roast potatoes. Then she used a spoon to apply a smear of sauce across the plate. She sliced the steak into thin strips and placed it perfectly on top of the sauce.
The table was set in a romantic dinner for two style complete with lit candles. The candles had burned down a bit since she had lit them, but it still looked wonderful to her. Emma placed the plate on the table and pulled out her phone to take the photo.
She uploaded the photo with the tags #Anniversary and #DinnerForOne.
Emma was very pleased with her wittiness in writing the caption “The last thing my asshole of a husband asked was “Cook me a good steak”, I think I did well.”
She was a bit disappointed with the red stains in the white table cloth, but she decided that it would have to do, her dinner would be cold by the time she changed the tablecloth and reset the table. Plus, his blood was all through the house anyway.

Thank you for reading.

A Little Easter Trash Fiction

I was a little bored Easter day so I decided to write a little Easter themed fantasy trash fiction. This is a lot more light hearted than my novel, which I felt was a little to gloomy to work on during a holiday. I hope you enjoy it.

Grot Gang and the Thunder Tank
A short tale by
Michael William Edwards

The tank rumbled down the country road. The metal tracks tore up the ground. The tank was traditionally painted in a military green. Sitting atop it’s turret was a small green goblin. He wore a metal breast plate with a black skull painted on it. On his head he wore a green army helmet and a pair of goggles. His face was pockmarked from bad acne as a teenager; this lead to his nickname “Rot-Face”. He was the Commander of this tank. It was known as the “Thunder Tank”. It was called so as it had two canons that reached out of it’s turret, one a regular canon, the other was a magical cannon that fired an arc of lightning. The Thunder Tank was crewed by the Grot Gang, a group goblins who left the Great Dark Army to seek adventure.
There was Lard, a tubby goblin with a fat nose, always wearing a filthy stained singlet that was white…a long time ago. His job was to load the canon. In the Driver’s seat was Worm-Rider, a lanky, sharp face, grumpy goblin who wore black leather armour. The last member of the crew was Pixie, the tank’s gunner, he was the smallest of the crew with a high pitched voice. The others liked to tell him that he wasn’t really a goblin.

On the road ahead was a wanderer. A hare that walked on his hind legs. He wore a brown robe, carried a long wooden staff in one hand and the other held a golden egg.
“Dragon’s’ egg” Rot-Face said to himself.
“Whatcha ya whingin’ ‘bout?” Lard shouted from inside the tank. His fat head popped out of the top hatch. Rot-Face pointed towards the hare. Lard gasped as he saw the Golden Egg.
“Tell the boys we’re stealing that egg.”
“On it boss” Lard said, his ugly mug dipping back into the tank.

They continued on the road and came to a stop in front of the wandering hare. Rot-Face stood up with one foot of the turret roof and the other on the canon which lower down to aim at the wanderer.
“We shall be relieving you of that egg Rabbit.” Rot-Face said.
“I am a hare, not a rabbit.” said the wanderer with a grin.
“Same, same.”
The wanderer seemed displease with the response and this made Rot-Face smile.
“It is very much not the same. Rabbits tend to live together in burrows, where as us hares only pair up to mate, then continue on our own individual paths. Also we prefer to be above ground and don’t hide like moles. We eat different foods. Also, our fur changes colour with the seasons, you’ll never see that of a burrower.” said the wanderer.
Rot-Face reached his hand over the open top hatch and a moment later Lard threw up a shotgun. Rot-Face caught the gun and quickly aimed it at the wanderer.
“I’m not playing around Rabbit.”
The wanderer pulled out a pocket watch and checked the time, then he looked behind him towards where he had come from, then he looked past the tank.
“Are you sure?” asked the wanderer
“Of course I’m sure.” Rot-Face said, “That’s a golden dragon’s egg. It’s priceless.”
The wanderer thought for a moment, looking back behind him, then he turned to Rot-Face and smiled. “Very well then.” he said before throwing the egg up to Rot-Face.
Rot-Face dropped the shotgun and caught the egg. The shotgun landed on the tank roof with a metal thud. Startled by the noise Lard popped his head out of the Tank.
“What was that?” he asked.
Rot-Face looked down at Lard. A grin from ear to ear. Lard saw the egg in his hand, a smile reaching across his face as well. They were rich!
Rot-Face looked back to the road expecting to find the wanderer there but he was gone. He turned to look behind the tank where he saw the hare making good use of his long hind legs as he ran for his life.
Grinning to himself he looked to Lard, “Well, we definitely scared him.”
A shadow fell over Rot-Face and the tank. Lard’s cheerful face turn to fear. Rot-Face spun around just as a large golden dragon landed on the road. The world shook as it landed. It was easily five times the size of the Thunder Tank. As the ground shook Rot-Face lost balance and fell onto his back, dropping the egg into the tank. The dragon watched in anger as it’s egg disappeared inside.

The dragon reared up, spreading it’s large wings, it’s eyes burned with fire.
“Fire both cannons.” Rot-Face shouted.
“On the way.” Pixie screamed in his pitch tone.
A moment later the two cannon barrels fired. One jerking back as it fired a high explosive armour piercing round right into the dragon’s face. The second barrel, charged with a magical gem, blasted an arch of lighting at the dragon.
The dragon’s head disappeared into an explosion of fire and lightning. Rot-Face waited anxiously as the smoke cleared. The dragon still stood. It’s face grinning as the smoke cleared. It’s golden scales protecting it; even from the armour piercing rounds. Rot-Face’s jaw dropped.

Down in the tank Worm-Rider, sitting in the driver’s seat and watching the dragon through his periscope took action. He grabbed the driving sticks and yanked them both backwards. The tank lurched and began reversing away from the dragon.
Rot-Face looked for the wanderer and saw him further down the road, still running for his life. He look back to the dragon who lifted off the ground and began to give chase. Fire curling out the sides of its mouth. Rot-Face scrambled into the tank and closed the hatch just before the dragon let loose a breath of fire that chased along the road and over the tank.
“Curse that damn Rabbit and his egg!” Rot-Face shouted.


Thank you for reading.

Children of the Whale & Novel Development

Children of the Whale:

Children of the Whale is an animated series on Netflix that I strongly suggest. I am loving the concept and despite the occasional bit of crappy anime humour (which I hate) the show is really quite amazing. The art work is pretty and something about sailing through a sea of sand on an island like vessel called the Mud Whale is just…so cool. I felt immersed almost immediately.

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Novel Development:
I have been thinking over many aspects of the story and one thing I have been thinking about is the setting for the middle of the story. Building a horrifying place for our protagonists to find. A place that is uneasy and disturbing.
I have drastically changed the the first two chapters I wrote, changing elements in the world, including the station of our protagonists at the start of the story. I’m so excited and eager to follow these characters and I am hopeful that readers will love following their story as well.
When I first started working on this idea it was mostly just the concept of two friends and a grim fantasy world that had it’s share of horrifying things. The one thing I didn’t have was a story. My friend suggested that I only needed to give my characters a simple story if they themselves and the world around them were complicated. So I did. Kemp’s story is one of revenge against those who tried to kill his brother and himself. Little Star’s is a story of change through choice and through her surroundings. The more I began to think about the characters and their stories, the more they have began to compliment one another. The world itself has begun to twist around these themes and everything is starting to feel right.
I have gone from feeling like I have no idea what I am writing about to having a solid tale to tell and that feeling is amazing.

Thank you for reading.

Skyrim, Sink Troll, and The Good Place

Look…I’ll be honest. I spent a large part of the long weekend sitting on the couch with Sink Troll playing Skyrim and binge watching The Good Place on Netflix. So this week it is a Tuesday post, but back to Monday posts next week.

I have to say I am really digging The Good Place and the second season has actually gotten better than the first. Definitely check it out if you have Netflix and are looking for something fun to watch.


I did start making some miniature props for my games days, which is something I have been meaning to do for a while now. Getting prepared for the first session of “Dungeon Bastards” (The game system my friend and I have been developing) which I am hoping to start running once I have moved into my new place in a couple of months. Here’s the first door I made…it’s a bit rough but I thought it came out pretty good for a first attempt.


Yes…there is a severed troll’s head in the background. (I work part time in Troll Control…we call it ConTROLLing) Hint, hint, on a project I am working on.

The novel update section:
I am about to start writing chapter 3 now that I have finished plotting and redrafted the first two test chapters I wrote. So excited, now the real fun begins.

Thank you for reading.

Most people don’t believe I will write a novel

I have been very open about starting the journey of writing my first novel. When I tell people that I am writing a novel most of the time people seem to not believe me. They are nice enough to pretend, but they can’t act worth a damn. This is both a little crushing and inspiring. It sucks that people won’t believe in me, but I also want to stick to everyone that doubts me. Thankfully I have one of my closest friends supporting me as always and I get to bounce ideas off of him. Hopefully I inspire him with his writing as well.

I spent most of my teens dreaming of being an author but as high school drew to an end I found a love for filmmaking and went off to pursue that. I’ve recently decided to take a break from filmmaking and focus on other creative outlets. The main one being creative writing. I am also returning to drawing and have an urge to record some music. I have not entirely left the medium of moving pictures behind as I want to look at developing some youtube content.

It sounds ambitious and with a full time job it is…but it is not impossible.

Basically, I wanted to say that I am writing a novel, I have always know I would one day and I believe that day is getting close…not too close, I got to be realistic with deadlines.

Thank you for reading.

If you’d like to check out some of my other work here are some links.
Music I recorded a few years ago: Bridget i miss you
My last short film: Suddenly Haunted
Some of my Artwork is on my Instagram too: mwefilms

And I will leave you with a Sink Troll meme:
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Another Writing Getaway

I almost forgot to get this blog post done. I have been crawling about my lounge room with plot cards everywhere refining the overall out line of the novel. I decided to remove Little Star’s middle story arc as it didn’t feel like flowed with the rest of the book and then I was left with a hole in time where she was not doing anything…until today!

I was taking a stroll outside today, getting some sunlight and fresh air after being cooped up in an edit suite all morning, when I had a mind explosion! It all of a sudden came to me. I knew where to take her character. Walking really does free the mind to think outside the box.

Overall, my writing get away was lovely, I wrote a little short story and got a fair bit of work done of the plot outline and some world building elements. Below is a photo of my writing set up this time. I was writing inside this time as it was raining.

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Thanks for reading.

World Building

So much fun! I think world building is something I have always enjoyed. I used to love writing little flash fiction stories as a kid…which I thought were epic tales at the time. I’d write about my friends and I going on adventures into space or about battle hardened soldiers fighting monsters from other realms. I loved running around the backyard pretending I was in some foreign jungle full of strange creatures. I’ve continued on creating fantasy worlds in any creative outlet I can. I love it so much.

With the plot of my novel roughed out I spent most of last week pondering about the world. Thinking about the structure of the two rival religions. How do they differ? What do they offer their worshipers. Thinking about the environment, the trees and plants, what fruits and vegetables would they grow. What animals would they farm? What animals should I use from our world and what should I create from scratch?

I am using the 1800’s as a time era to model my world around, drawing inspirations from the Wild West movies my grandfather got me into. I’m researching into 1800’s Australian as I’d like to give my world some Australian charm.

Of course then there is the world’s backstory to work on as well. The tale of the true gods, man turning to magic for power and everything that has lead to the grim world where the story is set.

The last thing I have been pondering on is how the magic works in the world. I think this is what has interested me the most. Creating a Magic System that requires sacrifice and horrible acts to grant oneself powers beyond that of a man.

A sketch of me doing some world building: