Guest Submissions Needed


Hey all out there in the Universe! I am still accepting submissions to be featured on my blog!

The responses I’ve received have been wonderful! And I would love feature your work along side published authors from around the world!

Follow this link to see submission guidelines.

I hope to see your work!

-M.E. InkOwl 

Betwixt Eternity’s Roots

Solumra and Undaros walked upon rocks barren of life, and young of heart. Two lovers from the same root. They danced upon a world of fire and heat, awaiting a sign in the stars for life to come forth.

“How long are we to be cursed to roam these lands, dear one?” Undaros asked as his feet hissing upon burning sands.

Solumra looked to her lover, seeing the pain upon his shifting face.

“We must wait,” she said, pain filling her soul at the thought. “A sign we will see from the veil of darkness above.”

Both looked to the heavens, wanting in their eyes.

Time passed, and their world circled in the dark. Solumra planted life where she could, but to no avail. The rocks lay scorched and blackened where she had touched.

Utter ruin lay around the two glowing forms. Solumra fell to her knees and cried aloud to the empty lands, “Where do we go from here? Are we to parish upon an unforgiving stone, and an empty sky?”

“Come, love we will die together.” Undaros said, pulling Solumra into his arms. “Turn your face from our prison, we will depart in love.”

And as light faded from their world, a single star shone down from the heavens.

It was Lucia, goddess of life. Purity descended from upon high as those of a lesser road watched with hope.

With a ringing voice Lucia called to them, “Come, my children. Let us bring life to this rock.”

And so Light, Earth, and Water converged upon a sea of dead sand, and from there life was born. From dust rose a garden green.

Out from the ground grew the Varena, the Mother trees. Towering pinnacles formed living walls of waving leaves. Thick trunks held their swaying bodies to the ground, while thick roots of creation delved deep within the world.

“It is beautiful.” Undaros said with a smile. From his footprints bubbled springs, filling into pools and streams.

“It is.” Agreed Lucia, her gaze warming the new flora at her feet.

“But something is amiss.” Solumra said, looking through the garden. “Who is to care for our garden?”

Lucia walked between the trees, listening to the wind. She stopped before the Varena, pressing her hands upon their bark. Radiance flowed into the tree, setting each line of its bark aglow.

“They will.” Lucia breathed into the night air.

And from between the roots of each Varena sprung the Dryadai, Children of the Trees.

-M.E. InkOwl

Quarry’s Last Prayer

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Fear. I feel fear.

So intense my eyes refuse to open.

They have come for me, the predators.

I am their ultimate prey.

Now I feel my hands shake upon my face,

Hiding what is my fate upon this world.

For I am hunted,

By the Maw of Darkwell.

-M.E. InkOwl

Canabrae of Darkwell


Sleek are their bodies,

Lithe forms brimming with grace.

But such words are wasted upon such creatures of terror.

Even as I write this they are stalking me.

Feeding upon the fear within my body.

For I am mortal and meek.

I possess the one thing they desire:

Flesh and bone.

I am their sustenance.

-M.E. InkOwl

The Hunt

The wold was dark under a moonless sky,

A rolling sea of obsidian and grass.

T’was the blood of my hands and your bonds,

That egged on a howling plague.

From over a lip of darkness,

Poured a thousandfold of burning eyes.

All we could do was run on,

And pray to forgotten gods.

-M.E. Inkowl

An Unbalanced Beginning


It was said that when Darkness poured from the Well,

It came as a howling wind.

Little did the world know the plague that had been unleashed.

From the gods spread a hunger unquenchable.

Fortunate for life only One can control them.

One filled with a power to defy creation,

Yet that one is filled with the same darkness.

Corrupted they are,

From within.

-M.E. InkOwl

Bones of Hope

A boy it was, who found the path.

He was blind to light from above.

Among the dead he walked in the wood,

His companion an Urisus of the North.

With hand upon silver fur they walked,

Companions of a strange world.

The dead walked along with hope.

-M.E. InkOwl

Bones of A Martyr

I am a martyr in my innocence,

Executed by a memory sincere.

You knew I would have remained loyal,

To the end we would have gone.

Except I saw more than you ever wished me to see.

So now my spirit hangs forlorn and lost,

Among trees never meant to grow old.

Until one day, when footsteps of truth,

Will break the bonds of your wicked black lies.

-M.E. InkOwl

Secrets In The Wood

I have a secret, Dark and dangerous,

From long when the world was young.

It’s from the heart of a jealous man,

Long corrupted with power untold.

And now I come seeking the wood,

To bury what I alone know.

-M.E. Ink Owl