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Hello there! I would like to give a warm welcome to my visitors. My name is Brooke Myers, and I  am an up and coming author. Most of the material I write is a combination of the action and adventure genre as well as the horror genre under the sub-genre of monster fiction. What readers can expect from me are monster filled tales, with a crazy amount of wrong turns. My first novel, The Devil’s Retreat, is coming out August 12, 2017.  Please stay tuned for more information regarding my upcoming release.


Paint: Part 1

Paint is often over looked. There’s a lot of symbolism that it holds. Often times it is over looked for the simple fact that it is in all of our lives in some way. It’s inanimate. It’s just paint. But is it really? When you throw paint into words as a symbol, things really begin to get interesting.

Think of it no more than it is. Paint, a lacquer that comes in all colors and many different consistencies. It is meant to cover something a wall, a canvas, someone’s face, clothing, any number of things. Most importantly it is meant to make something new out of something that has already been there.

Painting is doing makeup every morning. The face, it becomes something new. An alter person.

Plowing a field, turning the grass brown and spreading it smooth. It is an earth painting.

Paint is simply a new beginning.

Add personification to that and the tales of where paint runs, are endless to the imagination.

Painting a Picture

This week has been busy. Exceptionally busy. Busy enough that I shouldn’t be sitting at the computer writing this right now but oh well.

Honestly if I wasn’t busy I don’t think I would be able to survive. It’s how I’m wired. Anyway, because of this weeks schedule I felt the need to take some much needed winding down time.

I did that by using my theme exercise with this week’s chosen topic of paint. I wrote two poems. If it wasn’t the most relaxing thing I’ve ever done I don’t know what was. The words they came so quick, it was like I was painting a picture.

It’s amazing how poetry, or just writing in general can make one feel so alive.

Times like these are why I do what I do. There is no other experience like it.


It was a tough decision trying to decide what theme to pick this week. 

Ultimately I gave up on the hope of thinking of something. 

Later it involved glancing at a garage of peeling paint and exclaiming to the neighborhood birds “I got it! I got it!”

Odd is good, as paint is good and odd. 

Whispers: Part 3

This poem is called Whisper Killings. I published this in a previous post, but I love this poem. I wrote this to directly cull what I see in a whispers theme.

Note: Also if you look at the poem sideways it looks like a sound wave sort of. This is a creative way of providing a deeper meaning to the poem. Think of the poem like a whisper, the levels highest are where it peaks your interest. The lowest means you probably should run for your life.

Whisper Killings

Chirp! Chirp!

Come nothingness.

Bloody Cries,

Dry Cut.

Stiff trails,

Edging the wind.


Spilt from the mind,

Doused in fruitless routine.


Giants in frequent darkness.

A forest scene,

In typical reprise.

Day becomes night,

Figures become shadows.

Shadows whisper,

Until shadows scream.

At dawn a body,

Is subjected to whispers.

Everyone knows.

And now they don’t. 

Whispers: Part 2

Part of this theme exercise is to explore themes that I am unfamiliar with. I have to dissect them and formulate an opinion, out of that opinion will come small chops of creative work.

My ultimate goal is to provide myself a better understanding of themes I wouldn’t give much time to.

In Whispers Part 1, I tore apart what I believe whispers to be and created an unwritten opinion. That opinion is that whispers, no matter what the situation or place setting emulate strong emotion. Most of the time it’s the wrong kind of emotion.

When I think of whispers I always jump to a dark, unsettling place. From my own perspective of it, I created three poems: Whisper Killings, Grave Gossip, Secrets for Life.

Each of these poems presents a setting. What happens when someone does something they shouldn’t have? In the end what will your secrets, all your lies, what will they get you?

I wrote these poems to help me understand the dark underlying theme that whispers creates. I didn’t have to use a dark theme, but that’s how I chose to formulate it. In that dark theme I was able to pull out three more themes that I felt tied in closely: gossip, lies, secrets.