The winds whirl and speed up, not necessarily a bad thing, seeing as how I just had my men drop more sails for top speed, however, it’s possible that we’ll be caught in s storm. We are 50 knots away from the nearest port, yet, I saw the clouds approaching a half an hour ago. A storm brewing on the horizon. My men scramble to get the sails down. We won’t make it to port before the storm hits, but hopefully, we’ll be able to find someplace to batten down the hatches.

“Get moving!” I yell rather impatiently with how slow they’re moving. At this rate, we’ll lose everything on deck. They scramble faster to tie everything down and get the rest of the sails down. I looks back at the clouds, the ever incoming clouds, approaching fast. The waves starts to get more wild and fierce, all the while the winds pick up even more. Yet, we don’t have that much time to stop. I know we can’t reach port by the time the storm hits, but a part of me thinks, maybe, just maybe, we can ride the edge of the storm and be there by the time the storm is at it’s worst. Then I hear it, the word that I wanted to hear the least. Maelstrom. I look ahead of the ship, a large whirlpool up ahead. Like a large entryway to an unseen underworld of the sea.

I steer the ships wheel as fast as I can, to try and avoid the the massive whirlpool, but to no avail. The side of the ship is close to grazing its side. To close for comfort. I looks back at the storm, it’s close, too close. As I can see a water spout just touching down on the sea. I curse under my breath. Today just isn’t my lucky day.

Copyright: Jesse Waldvogel

Horrifying Election Year And The Future of U.S. Politics

Horrifying Election Year And The Future of U.S. Politics

This election year was unusual, and horrifying. To the point to where people were terrified of the outcome of the election. As well as the rest of the world. My candidate didn’t win. I was hoping on Johnson to win. And before you say that my vote helped Trump win, I live in the state of Minnesota. The state that Clinton won, which I knew that she already had this state in the win. It hasn’t voted Republican since Nixon of ’72. And I didn’t like either Clinton nor Trump. Frankly, I think Clinton is a totalitarian war-hawk fascist, and Trump is an authoritarian, xenophobic fascist.

I knew that Johnson wasn’t going to win, but I was still hoping that he would win-or at least-get 5% minimum for the Libertarian party to finally get minor party status. Neither happened of course. He only gotten 3.2% of the popular vote overall. There had been others who were wanting Dr. Jill Stein to win, or the same as what Libertarians wanted. To get that 5% thresh-hold for minor party status. Maybe after this election, that the Libertarian and the Green parties will get enough votes for to be considered as viable parties in the next election. One can only hope that we do get more voices in the debates for future elections. The Democratic party and the GOP doesn’t represent the entire U.S. as a whole, as many of us have different beliefs and philosophies.

As we now have Trump as the President elect, I would just like to add my most sincerest condolences to those who are frightened of the President elect (I am, in part, a bit frightened. I don’t want the world to end at all), and his VP elect. We may or may not see things to be inherently as bad as the mainstream media portrayed him. Of course, there’s his VP pick, one who is so in tune to having religious right beliefs, but Trump may not let Pence sway him to his beliefs and what he would like to do. I only hope that things don’t turn out as bad as we all thought of his Presidency would turn. Or maybe we’ll all see that we’ll be blown into a nuclear winter and die out slowly. I hope it’s the former.


So, today is election day in the US. And it has been nothing more than a circus, or a reality TV show. Whichever of your choosing to call it. Frankly, I’m actually scared of the direction that this country will go. Whichever direction. Either way is horrid to me. A warhawk, and a buffoon. One of these two will no doubt be the next President.

Wild Forest

I creepy dark house with a spiked metal fence around it. Nobody knows what goes on in the house, nor even knows who live in it. All I know, is that I happened on it in my travel across the country. My car broke down just a few miles outside a small town in Maine. The people of the town warned me of being out there around this time of the year. However, I didn’t really listen. I wish I had listened. My car broke down and I couldn’t find a way back to the town. It seemed as if the town never even existed. I tried walking all the way back to the town, which felt like forever. I couldn’t find it. Although, it was a straight walk down the road.

I walked back to my car. Which took two hours. I was at a loss for what to do now. I grabbed a couple of new batteries out of my car to put in my low flashlight. I decided to walk in the other direction I had before to find something that could help me with my car problem. I found a dirt road a half a mile away that looked like it could be a driveway. I started to walk down the driveway. The wind blowing in the trees gave a spooky, howling sound. It sounded like the sounds of wolves, dogs, bears, and even people were being tortured. It sent chills up and down my whole body. Not many things can do that to me.

I kept walking until I found a light at up ahead of me. Exhausted and out of breath, I couldn’t wait to rest finally. So I quickened my pace to reach the light, hoping that it was the yard light of a house belonging to someone who can help me. To my delight, I saw a house at the end of the road. A crow cawed in a branch just above me. I stopped and looked up at it. More and wilder chills went up and down my whole body after seeing that it was looking straight down at me. It cawed at me several more times.

“I need help,” I snapped at it. It cawed once more, then flew away. I sighed. Then kept walking towards the house. As soon as I got to the house, I ran up to the door and started banging. It seems like it’s way too late, and I felt guilty for most likely waking up the resident or residents of the home, but I wanted to be somewhere I felt safe. Even though I didn’t know these people. Anywhere feels safer than outside in this creepy forest.

To my delight. I heard footsteps coming from behind the door. The it opened and revealed an old lady holding a lit candle in a tray. Her face wrinkled as she smiled at me. She looked me up and down and smiled wider. It made me felt a little creepy, but I looked past it, as I was happy to finally get some help.

“How may I have you, dear?” She asked, her voice sounded so sweet and caring, that doubt in my mind went away. But only just a little. How could this little old lady be any dangerous?

“Um,” I started, a little hesitant and out of breath to talk. “My car broke down just a little ways down the road and I was wondering if you are able to help at all? I tried going back to town first, but I couldn’t seem to find it at all.”

“Oh, dear,” the old lady said quietly. “There is no town anywhere around here. The closest town is over fifty miles away. You can stay the night and then I can call my son in the morning if you’d like?” At that, I thought i was going crazy. It was only about ten minutes after I felt town was when my car broke down, I couldn’t have even gone ten miles away.

“Oh, well…” I said, unsure of what to think at all. Thinking of what to do. She assured me again that I can stay and that her son can come over tomorrow to fix my car. And she offered me some food and a comfortable couch to sleep on. “OK. I will stay for the night. Anywhere is better than being out in that creepy forest.”

The woman was sweet, so i couldn’t turn down her offer int eh slightest. Any doubt in my mind about her stayed outside as I walked in. She took my coat and hung it up on a hanger beside the door. She gave me another smile and led me into the living room. Which was lit with a candelebra. Then she left to get some food and water for me. It took her a while, so i started walking around the room, I looked at the books on the shelf. They were all weird, one in particular, called ‘The Wonders Of Animals And Their Bodies’ by a person named  Garret L. Rumsfeld. I picked up the book and opened it. The contents o the book made me sick to my stomach. Animal sacrificing. Drinking their fluids with certain herbs. Cooking their bodies in certain rituals. And then even doing the same with humans.

I quickly tried putting the book back, then I saw something behind the books. A red marking of some kind. I grabbed a candle and took several more books off the shelf. The I saw an inverted pentagram. I freaked. The I tried putting the books back as quickly as I could and tried to leave. But as soon as I turned around, the lady and a few others were standing at the doorway, blocking my path to escape. They were all looking at me with creepy smiles on their faces.


Copyright: Jesse Waldvogel


Another story excerpt. I’m going to start trying to do more of these actually. Anyways, i hope you all enjoy this story.

Every night, I have the same dream. A woman sitting on a chair in the middle of my bedroom, just staring at me. She has long dark hair, a sunken face with a creepy smile and dark circles around her eyes. She wears a long black dress that looks to be from mid twentieth century, it goes all the way to her ankles and her dirty feet. Everything in my bedroom is gone in my dream, leaving me in an empty room with nothing but her in a strait-backed, wooden chair, and her arms on her crossed legs. Then one night, she slowly rose from her chair and started walking towards me. She started talking, but it was all inaudible, like she was speaking in a different language. Her coherent speech echoed through my mind. Still unable to grasp what she was saying, however, it sent shivers through my entire body. The hair on my neck stood up on ends, as well as the rest of the hair on my arms and legs.

As she got closer, I tried moving. I was paralyzed just standing there. I started to feel fear, feeling the need to get away from her and out of the room. Her face started to become distorted, looking more like a ravaging, blood-thirsty ghoul. She lifted up her hand to me, he nails growing into what looks to be claws. She sets her claw-like nails on the upper part of my chest, just below my neck and scratched me all the way down to my abdomen. I opened my mouth to scream out from the pain, however, no sound came out of my mouth. I woke up screaming and in a cold sweat. Panic took ahold of me, my breathing became fast and short. I looked down at my chest, red marks where the woman scratched me were visible. I quickly sat up and turned on my lamp on my bedside table. I looked around fast, hoping that I don’t see the woman that was in my dream in my room.

My friends have all said they felt something horrible here. They said they always feel like they’re being watched. I shrugged their feelings off as that we are all being watched at all times. There were strange noises though, things that I couldn’t explain. I just shrugged them off as well, that I was just always hearing things. Now, after that dream. I’m starting to think that maybe this house really is haunted. I never believed ghosts to be real. Or at least, that they could never actually interact with our realm of existence. Now I’m starting to wonder.

Copyright: Jesse Waldovgel


I realize that I haven’t even posted anything in a long time, so I decided to post a little short story. I hope that you all will enjoy it.


A cold breeze pinch at my skin as I sit on a branch of a tree in the cold night, waiting for the target of my contract. A white fog wisps out of my mouth with my breathing, the cold never bothered me, but I just feel like sitting by a hot fire while drinking a hot cup of tea. I must stay on this branch until my target arrives, I have to get payed somehow. I was raised to be an assassin, that’s all my family ever was, just a bunch of assassins. I dreamed of traveling the world when I was growing up, being something else other than an assassin. Well, my parents wouldn’t permit me to being anything else. Out family line can only have the skills to kill people through contracts. Sometimes, people need one of us because their fortune, status, or power position is at risk. So they hire us to do their dirty work and get rid of their opposition. At least this way, I do get to see a little bit of the world, sometimes, I have to travel to find my target. It’s not always easy, however, I at least get to travel around and see many places and people.

For what seemed like forever, I finally hear the crunching of footsteps on the snow in the distance. I extinguish the light of my lantern and grab my dagger in my right hand. Ready to strike as soon as my target gets close enough for me to strike. They get into sight with their lantern, I quickly establish that its just one person. Perfect, I was told that my target will be traveling alone and that they’ll be the only one traveling along this path this late. As they get close, I arch my back and ready my dagger hand and slightly raise myself from the branch. I leap from the branch as they’re just a few feet away from the tree of the branch I’m sitting on, I steady my dagger to wrench it deep into his head. I let go of the dagger as I stumble to the ground, not the brightest idea I’ve had, hiding up in a high branch of a tree, but it worked none the less. The snow cushioned my fall, at least, it did a little bit.

I got up, angry and cursing the snow for not falling heavier onto the ground. That did nothing to help the situation, the snow just continues to fall at the same pace t has been for the past 2 hours or so. I look over at my target, sprawled on the ground with the snow near his head beginning to turn scarlet red. I walk over to him and wrench out my dagger. Then his hood fell from his head, revealing his face. He didn’t look anything like my target at all, my target in my contract has short dark hair, a plump reddish face, and brown eyes. This man I just killed has long curly blond hair, a sunken face, and gray eyes. I know I have seen this man somewhere though. The I realized, this is the king’s son, the very king that hired me to kill the man who threatened him and told me that he would be traveling alone on this very path. I start to panic, wondering where I should go, where I could go so that they don’t find me.  Was this all a set up? A plot to get rid of me and my family? Or is there something else going on?

© Jesse Waldvogel

My First Blog

This is the first time I actually have a blog that I intend to have for writing that I tend to keep, I had a blog once before, but that was for a class in college that I wasn’t even a part of. An understandable mistake, given that it was my first online class and that I gotten what I had to do for the class mixed up. So please, bear with me. I decided to have a little introduction about me with my first post and why I started writing in the first place. I am an aspiring author and working on a freelance writing career.

I first started writing when I was young, when I was 9 to be exact. My fourth grade English teacher made everyone in the fourth grade at my school to write a Halloween micro fiction. When I finished writing mine, I actually enjoyed it. I loved coming up with the story and writing it. So every year, I wrote a Halloween micro fiction story, up until seventh grade, then I tried writing a novel. That didn’t end well, I lacked the ability to write a novel and lost all hope of even getting the first chapter finished. But I was young and didn’t know much of what to do when writing a novel.

Depression kicked in after that, didn’t know what else after that either. So I thought that was the end of me coming up with stories and writing them. Until several years after I graduated high school, in the year of 2012 I had no job, couldn’t find a job, no car to even be able to go and find a job, I lived (still do actually) eight miles outside of the town I live in. I started to get really bored with nothing to do and started to lose my mind, then I remembered the time when I was in school and had written. I actually wanted to write just to write something, still really had no idea what to write. No computer wither to write with, so I had just decided to get a couple of notebooks and a pencil. I had quickly gotten an idea.

I had decided to go to college as well, but I was hoping to get the book done before going. But once again, I hit writers block, then gotten a job finally as well. After I finally gotten a car that I could drive of course. Go figure. Then after a couple of years, I decided to go to college, I didn’t even planned to go for a degree, but then I decided to go for B.F.A. (Bachelor’s degree of fine arts), but I just don’t like how I have to take other classes outside of the writing program for to being able to graduate and get that degree. Now I have a book that I’m actually six chapter writing into, I started it last December, I’m still working on it and trying to get a freelance writing career going in the process. The first book idea I came up with, It’s interesting enough to the people I told about it to, so it’s in planning stages now.

The concept of the book has changed several times over the year in fact. It still has the core basics of what I originally wanted for the book though. My current book that I’m working on now is a fantasy genre book about a dark mage who comes across a village ravaged by a demonic dragon. I love the fantasy genre, books and games especially. But not everything that I write is specifically fantasy though. I’ll write anything that comes to mind really, sci-fi, suspense, fantasy, etc. I also tend to incorporate some romance and mystery into my stories as well.

I hope that this was an enjoyable read for it being my first post to this blog. I will be blogging about any books that I read and any that I have written and published. I will also like to blog about other things as well when the topics come to me. Also, if anyone has a book that they have published and would like me to review it, I’ll be happy to and write a blog post for it. Have a nice day everyone.