Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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Berganashio - Chapter 18
The journey to the caverns of Mem was taking a lot longer than the fairies anticipated. Many of the fairies complained because they were running out of food and water.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
Sand-hustler
Once upon a time, there was a stately sandcastle on a beach. In the sandcastle, there lived a princess who longed to swim in the ocean. Every day, she woke up and watched the sunrise. The ocean waves taunted her. Every evening, she would sit and watch the sunset. The ocean waves still taunted her. One day, in frustration, she cried out to no one in particular, “I’d give anything for just one swim in the ocean!”
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
I Looked Good On Paper
It didn't matter how much I worked for her, she would never love me. It didn't matter how many love notes I wrote her,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Anachronistic Character
Anachronistic character slumped, with dark shoulders like tombstones. But, these shadowy shoulders were very alive, as they belonged to John Boy Walton who typed on his iPhone,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Dragonfly Reminiscing
dragonfly tamer nature’s gamer she whispered all her buried secrets to the winged creature who whispered back about how hundreds of years ago
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
“Sky-ku!” Sneezed sick cloud.
“Sky-ku!” Sneezed sick cloud. Germ-X rain squirted and came, saying, “Germs, to blame!”
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Pigs Do Fly in Some Places
Look out the window! Zinging and flinging so free, pigs… in hurricane!
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
The Assignment
“There was only one rule: don’t open the door,” the clown in front of me grinned. Spinning around, there were dozens of clowns in the room, with only one door for an exit. The other clowns started chanting the same rule that the first one had whined.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Horror
Such a Stunt
Aging flower, Ripening love. As a thug on a rug, as are two love bugs on flower petal. Gearing up for takeoff, to get takeout,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Like Exotic Silk
The kittens rolled in the fall leaves. Gentle dog played with them, at ease. Warm milk was placed on the ground. Unbeknownst to them, they played above a historic burial mound.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
The Freezer
“There was only one rule: don’t open the door,” the mom told her young son, as he looked right at the freezer door. “But I want ice cream… and I thought we had some.”
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Horror
Escape Room Experience
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. I thought that I came to the right address of a place to join a group of friends for an escape room experience. The front door had the rule on it but I thought it was a joke so I turned the knob and walked right into my greatest nightmare.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Horror