Micah Park Biffle

This is a story plucked from my first book. It is one of my favorites that was inspired by a story a friend of mine had told about himself growing up. I thought you my like to see how my writings has changed from a year ago till now. Maybe you see no change, maybe you do. Let me know! And Thank you for reading!  His legs stretch just inches from the fire as it dances like Gypsies in celebration. Playing shadows across his face while his eyes prey upon the words in the book he holds in his tense eager hands. He holds the book so tight the blood ceases to make its way to his fingertips. Like ghosts his fingers shine between the shadows the fire molds, not once does he look up from his book or loosen his grip. As shadows play smiles and games across his face, across his body, across the entire area from which the flames embrace. The wind casts a mighty hand through the trees and the empty space that lie open between nature and flesh. The man never takes a second glance fro...

MY FIRST BOOK AND WHY I WRITE Hey everyone, welcome my blog where all things of me as an architect of imagination will be. Today I just want to talk about my small journey with my fist book and why I wrote it. First off, I have always had the dream to write a book. As a kid I was always writing stories, especially based off my favorite video games and Final Fantasy VII is one of my all time favorite games. It was the first game that really sparked a full potential story in me. A friend and me had just finished beating the game together, probably for the second or third time. I remember vividly, we were about ten or twelve, we were in my room and we both wanted to write our own stories for a video game, (which is another dream of mine, which I will achieve soon enough.) And we were filled with excitement that we just beat the game and are about to make our own stories. We had smiles that stretched from ear to ear, our eyes were wide with adventure, and our hearts were ready to unw...