Other Writing

Originally Written: Sep 9, 2007

Edited: Sep 11, 2025

Time had won. The book came to rest on the cobbled path—a life spent in it, on it. He sat silently a short distance away. Watching, listening to the screams of protest and painful wails it made. He exhaled puffs of steam in the cold air. Grey, vacant eyes shielded by wire rimmed spectacles let go a sigh and the pressure faded. Reflected colors and memory slid down his wrinkled and careworn visage. Her eyes had pleaded, cried, begged; he was...

Originally Written: Sep 2007

Edited: Sep 11 2025

Kyle Patton sat stalk still, his internal barometer feeling the intense pressure building in the interrogation chamber. A grin spread across the face of one of his two captors as a bead of sweat crawled down his brow, his senses screaming at him to wipe it away. As he reached to end the miserable tickling sensation, he found himself drawn to a pair of blue eyes. A fatal mistake. Menacing, penetrating, cerulean spheres of judgment bored into his...

Robert Finch

Nov 30, 2003

Mrs. Johnson

Period 5

And the third part begins with the son of Algarsyf and Theodora, widowed emperor and deceased empress of Tartary, who is on a quest to discover the meaning of a vision his father saw in the magic mirror.

Dismounting from his horse, Dendala methodically gathered the clothes and other things he would need during his stay. When he finally had everything, he reached up to his steed's ear and turned a small pin. Slowly, the horse faded until it had...

Robert Finch, Michael Spillner

May 18, 2003

Mrs. Springer

Period 1

Note: This play is meant to be ridiculous but delivered deadpan / over the top serious.

James Scott: Central figure of the play; an average guy who is very self-conscious and lives a mundane life.

Kevin Chrysmore: Friend of James; a carefree, though at times sarcastic and cynical, man who has been James' friend since they were very young.

Laura Chrysmore: Wife of Kevin; a kind and caring childhood friend of James and Kevin.

...

Robert Finch

Apr 20, 2003

Mrs. Springer

Period 1

Note: This story is connected to the world described in “Last of the Legends.”

Tales of war often end in glory, but for one man, peace became utterly untouchable. All of us have walked this path, but not as he walked it...

The thing he had given every ounce of his soul to attain had brought no feeling of satisfaction when he finally held it in his grasp. Enemies had fallen before him, and the one he wanted to destroy a thousand times over had...

Robert Finch

Aug 27, 2002

Mrs. Lee

Period 3

Growing up in a community where sports were held in high regard, I always found myself involved in one activity or another. Every year, most days, my friends and I would go out at recess or on weekends and play touch football. At times, it became more than recreation and a small fight would break out from a disagreement during a game. Sometimes, days would pass before those people would speak to each other again. For the most part, though, we got...

Robert Finch

Apr 11, 2002

Honors English 3rd hour

A long, long time ago there was a kingdom, and the king of this kingdom held a contest which all men in his kingdom far and wide could participate in. This contest attracted the attention of a young farmer who dreamt of someday leaving his village and making a name for himself. He heard a traveler talking about it and his mind was set, so the next day he set off from his humble shanty with a gleam in his eye and a bounce in his step towards the...

Last of the Legends manuscript

Written Ca. 2000-2001

Note: Edited mainly for syntax and flow of ideas. The manuscript was 99% as-is, excepting my terrible grammar back then. There were also some oddities when I pasted this text in from Word, so please bear with on that point.

Prologue | The Lion

Once, long ago, a boy wished to seek the answers to his questions. He “wished to know the truth,” and unfortunately, he found that which he sought.

"Why in the world did I have to be blessed with...

Robert Finch

9/19/01

Holtslander

Hon-Eng. 9 Prd.#4

John Williamson cursed as he made his way through the thick forest. "Those miserable, lying, knaves." They had abandoned him when he needed them the most. "Friends indeed!" Machete in hand, he slashed wildly at anything that was in his way.

"Why did I ever come to this wretched place?" He had crossed over the bridge a few miles back. According to the natives, the cave was due north of it. He had asked them how far, but none of them would...

Robert Finch

9/19/01

Holtslander P.4

Story- Vivid Verbs

He stood there in complete solitude. The cave was bleak and extremely dank. It smelled of mold, rotting corpses, and blood. His flashlight flickered and the light darted about as he trembled. From deep within the cave, he could detect groans and cries of pain. Shrill screams echoed and resounded through the interwoven passages. The thick, frigid, suffocating confines of the cave seemed to close in on him and squeeze the breath from his...

Robert Finch

Written Ca. 1999

Note: This story borrows names from Lunar: Silver Star Story, which was released on the PlayStation in 1999.

The Game

“Hey, Gramps. How's it going, you feeling better?”

“No, I might as well just give up and die. Could you hand me my pills, Lance?”

“You're still taking that stuff, huh? You know it doesn't help. They’ve been saying that for the past 20 years.” Lance walks over to the cupboard. “But I guess there's no arguing with you. You've always been stubborn....