Metalhead/Writer Seeks Fellow Samsonites To Share Amazing And Twisted Life Journey

Here is one of my short stories. “Dusty’s Redemption” By Rob Weddle Their faces…again continue to…haunt? Maybe that is the word. They haunt the landscape of my dreams. Twisted and contorted into hideous masks of disfigurement and torture. Some bat-eyed, some blinded, some toothless, some devoid of any human characteristics whatsoever. All whisper-shouting one word: Die. DIE DIE DIE DIE Throughout the long nights, restless and weary, the nameless faces of what I can only surmise to be demons, fl… Continue

When my grandfather passed away on March 15, 1997 of cancer at the still young age of 70, the funeral home was PACKED. People were talking about how giving and loving he was, and about how he always took time out for everyone. When he passed, he owned an old, beat-up truck and a small (1000 sq. ft. IF that) house. So, regarding monitary possessions, he didn't have much to speak of, but his legacy was one of love and laughter. Still, to this day, 11 years later, people don a smile and a chuckle e… Continue

Ok, so perhaps I'm waxing eloquent today with a title such as "We Are Warriors," and maybe I'm in one of those literary moods again, as I'm prone to, but it's true. The minute we stop seeing ourselves as warriors, we lose the essence of who we truly are. Quote all the "We are men, hear us roar!" novels you'd like, but Satan wants us to think we're wimps. It's NOT true. We may not all be wearing our armor, or at least not in full, but it's still true. Can't figure out why you struggle with doubt… Continue