Becoming The Overman

Ever since I was old enough to hear stories I have been trying to tell them. Although I cannot succesfully pinpoint when in my early youth my first story came to be, I know that the first I remember was 8 years ago, when I was in fourth grade. It was a simple writing test, mind you, but it won an award of some sort and I was made to read my story to the entire school. I remember the sight well, all the children sitting on one side of the gymnasium and looking at me, who stood on a podium before them, my award resting to the side of my papers, as I recited my story of a brown paper bag that sat on the teachers desk waiting to be opened. The story was a cliffhanger, if I remember correctly, and everybody who cared to listen at that age enjoyed it. Either that or they were bored out of their minds. Now I am 17 years of age, and these are my stories:

Order Through Chaos: The Voice of the Bard
Order Through Chaos II: The Lasped Soul
Order Through Chaos III: The Break of Day
The Ladder in the Backyard
The Echo
An Angel's Providence
The Stained-Glass Window
All-American: Tales of Jeweled Mountains and Flamebirds
All-American II: Star Child
All-American III: The Hero
All-American IV: The Legend
Foundations
I Fly: A Collection of Short Stories
Till the Darkness is Gone: A Collection of Poetry
A Heart for any Fate
Seeds
Stagger Lee
Silverback

As I said earlier, I only hope that some of these stories are taken well, for if they are my future will be fairly brighter than I now imagine it; I imagine my future, those things which have not yet happened, and I see a man, content that he is doing something he wishes and making a difference, all the while being paid for it, hopeful this is not simply a dream.

Posted by C. Nicholas Walker on Monday, February 28, 2005 at 5:43 PM | Permalink