Published November 28, 2016 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 14



Summary: Ethan is a soul doomed to spend eternity as a slave in Hell for reasons he can't remember. After centuries of torment he finally snaps and goes on the run from those who enslaved him. Can he escape and become more than a regular soul, or is he doomed to spend an eternity in The Underworld? 

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Souls can work longer than living people, so it wasn't uncommon for us to work days without rest. Sadly, our energy doesn't last forever, and we gradually slow down until we collapse from mental exhaustion.

But resting without permission was unforgivable in that factory, and Foreman's group would soon berate us if we accidentally nodded off.

"Wakey Wakey!" Big Guy yelled and kicked Horse Face's chair out from underneath him.

Horse Face crashed to the floor, but quickly pulled himself to his feet and mumbled a long stream of apologies. "Sorry Big Guy. I'll never do it again, man. I just closed my eyes for a second. Only a second I swear! You know that I'll never do it again, right? I respect all you guys, and I would never do anything to go against Fore-"

"Get back to work!"

"Yes, Sir!" Horse Face cried before picking up his seat and working away in a frenzy.

Tomboy was no kinder, and would often whack us off our chairs if we worked too slow. We had to constantly watch our backs, because you never knew when one of them would lash out and attack.

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Published November 24, 2016 by

How I was Murdered by a Fox Monster Chapter 6

They say life flashes before you in that moment before death. I could see it all reflected in the blade. I was standing under the cherry blossoms at my school entrance ceremony, eating cake at my sister's wedding, standing outside praying the monster wouldn't come tonight. I might not be dead yet but I can see what's coming, this is the story of how I was murdered by a fox monster!

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Chapter 6

I followed Kurumi to the edge of town where there was nothing but trees. We ran until the cement path became dirt and pebbles.

I thought she would have heard my footsteps pounding behind her, but she was too engrossed in her destination. Every now and again she would pull out her cell phone and quickly glance at the screen before dashing off again. 

We kept running until I could hear the voices of the other exorcists from somewhere beyond the trees.

“I don't know what you're waiting for, let's just attack now,” came the obnoxious voice of Itsuki.

“No, we should wait for it to make the first move, we don't know what we're dealing with,” said Taisei.

“You're just scared because the last one took a chunk out of your arm,” Itsuki replied.

Kurumi picked up speed and I wasn't far behind, within a matter of seconds she burst through the trees and was out in an open field. I decided things would be best if I didn't draw attention, so I hung back and hid myself behind a bush. I pushed the branches apart and peeked through the leaves to get a better view. The rest of the exorcists were already there. Taisei, Nina, Mana, Itsuki, Kiyori, and Souta were gathered around in a circle staring at something I couldn't see.

“Kurumi, thank god you're here!” Yelled Taisei

“Someone was late. Was there a sale at the mall?”

“Shut your face Itsuki!”


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Published November 22, 2016 by

How I was Murdered by a Fox Monster Chapter 5

Summary: They say life flashes before you in that moment before death. I could see it all reflected in the blade. I was standing under the cherry blossoms at my school entrance ceremony, eating cake at my sister's wedding, standing outside praying the monster wouldn't come tonight. I might not be dead yet but I can see what's coming, this is the story of how I was murdered by a fox monster!

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Chapter 5


I discovered there were seven exorcists at school. There were Itsuki and Mana, who were both in my class. Kiyori (the big guy) and Souta (the awkward one with curly hair) were both in second year. The blonde girl Kurumi, and Taisei (who seemed like their leader) were both in third. Nina was also in third year. She wasn't at school the day I met the other exorcists, but I saw her once in the hall. She looks a lot like Sis, but I'll tell you more about that later.

Everyone seemed to find Souta annoying, but he was the only one who was willing to tell me anything. Whenever I talked to the others they'd freeze up and tell me to go away, but Souta let the secrets spill like there was no tomorrow.

"Obake are animal spirits which live in the natural world," he explained to me as we walked through the school hallway together.

"I know that already," I said while remembering the stories Grandpa told me as a child. "What else?"

"Hmm, Obake usually pretend to be different animals and then transform back into monsters and eat humans. Lots of murders are actually done by Obake instead of people. No one thinks that the cute kitty they find on the street is going to eat them when their back is turned."

"I knew it!" I didn't feel so stupid anymore for treating every animal with caution as a child.

"But different types of Obake often disguise themselves as the same animal, so you never know what you're going to get until it unveils itself. Sometimes it's just a talking cat, or a giant cat with massive claws, or a half cat half person thing. It makes exorcising really hard. When I started we had to run away a lot, but now Taisei and Kurumi are pretty good, and Itsuki is probably the best."

"Itsuki," I snorted. I could feel my anger begin to rise. I'd made a few attempts to be nice to the guy, but he ignored me completely. "I don't get it, why is that Itsuki guy such an arse all the time?"

"Don't worry about Itsuki, he's still mad about having to go to this school. Itsuki actually made it in to a really good high school, but they refused to let him go. He's been angry since then."

"Still, that's no excuse to be a dick to everyone," I muttered.

"Don't say that, Itsuki's a really loyal friend. He might be angry now, but he's normally fun to hang around with."

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Published November 19, 2016 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 13

Story Summary

Ethan is a soul in the Underworld with no memory of his life on Earth. He is bought and sold by various masters for centuries. Traveling from large industrial towns to scorching hot deserts. During his journey he picks up the skills, knowledge and magic to escape his enslavement. He runs with the intent of living a free life, but is pursued by agents until he's cornered on a remote mountain range. With little time left, Ethan begins to recount his life and masters in the hope of leaving a record of his existence. These are his memories.







I didn't know it back then, but that bleak factory would be my home for the next twenty years. Every day I would sit before a loom and make the same dull white cloth for hours without rest. Within months, my hands moved in a perfect rhythm without needing to think, and my mind soon entered its own fantasy world just to escape the excruciating repetition.

I had many different daydreams. Sometimes I'd imagine what things could have been like if I wasn't dead. If I'd been born into the Underworld instead of selling my soul, then perhaps I could go wherever I wanted, and never have to take orders from corrupt or sly masters. I would probably be poor, but even a short simple life would be better than being a soul.

On the other hand, if I belonged to a rich family, I could have lived in a luxurious mansion full of servants who'd wait on me night and day. They would all be mortal of course, because I didn't want any souls to suffer when I passed away. I could have gone to an expensive academy like my old master, and there I would have learned over a thousand magic spells. I'd perform fantastic incantations with a twist of my wrist, and no human or demon would dare mess with me.

Unlike my first master, who often treated his souls like real people, the Lynch brothers (like most beings in Hell) just utilized us as tools. We weren't human to them, and I became just another small cog in their production machine.

If I wasn't threading, I was cleaning. If I wasn't cleaning, I was packing. And if I wasn't packing, then I was probably being subjected to something I don't want to remember.

Making that stupid cloth wasn't always easy. When I first got there, I had to deal with Foreman or his friends abusing me over the smallest mistakes.

"What's this shit, Girly Boy?" said Big Guy, Foreman's closest friend. He was the largest soul there, which is why Foreman recruited him to do most of the grunt work.

Big Guy ripped the half finished cloth from my loom and shoved it in my face. "Just look at these gaps! No one in Hell would buy this crap!"

My life would have been easier if I just sat there and took his abuse, but I didn't know the ways of the Underworld back then.

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Published November 14, 2016 by

November Writing Update

Hello and welcome to my first writing update in a while. These are usually small posts that I do one a month to talk about my recent writing progress, what I've been working on, as well as what's been going on inside my head.

My regular job  (unrelated to writing) has been pretty busy recently, so I haven't done a writing update for a few months. I currently have one full time job, another part-time job, and then I do my writing whenever I get the chance. I've recently started writing more by hand too, which obviously takes a lot of time.

I know that in my last post I promised to continue Tales from a Land of Gods, but my
feedback about the story has been pretty dismal so I've decided to put in on hold for a while. If you like the story and would like to see more new chapters, please feel free to leave some feedback in the comments section. It would help me a lot. I have written a lot of notes about the third part, so I would like to release a few chapters online sometime.

I've recently decided to write a free story called Diary of a Soul.
It's actually a story that I've had in my head for a long time, and I did begin writing it many years ago, but I thought it was a little dark and heavy so I decided to write How I was Murdered by a Fox Monster first instead.
This new story is about a guy who sold his soul and now exists in the Underworld with no memories of his previous life. He reflects on his life in the Underworld while running away from the beings who enslaved him.
All the chapters I've written are free on Booksie, Fictionpress, and you can also read them online on this website here. I even compiled chapters 1-10 into a free ebook that you can download here too.


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Published November 04, 2016 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 12



Story Summary

Ethan is a soul in the Underworld with no memory of his life on Earth. He is bought and sold by various masters for centuries. Traveling from large industrial towns to scorching hot deserts. During his journey he picks up the skills, knowledge and magic to escape his enslavement. He runs with the intent of living a free life, but is pursued by agents until he's cornered on a remote mountain range. With little time left, Ethan begins to recount his life and masters in the hope of leaving a record of his existence. These are his memories.






The Factory

Just after Alistair's death.

Only Anya and I were purchased by the same owner after the Soul Market ripped us from Alistair's mansion. Felix and Mira were snatched up by an old man looking for gardeners, and Angela was left behind because she was too small and unstable. I didn't think that I'd care, but I was devastated to see them go. Like they too were a part of a life that I was reluctant to part with.

At least there was Anya. I told myself that as long as she was there, then everything would be fine.

Or so I thought.

Our next home was a textiles factory in the industrial city of Azaelia. The climate was hot, dry, and the sky was unusually orange from sand which blew in from a distant desert.

The factory was a large three story red building surrounded by gravel fields. Most of the inner walls had been torn down to create a large hall where hundreds of souls would work day and night. The crumbling stone floors and window panes hadn't been replaced in years, and dirt was so imbedded into the cracks that we couldn't get it out, no matter how hard we scrubbed.

That place was owned by three brothers, who at first appeared to be outstanding members of society, but only we knew their true selves.

The oldest brother, Malcolm, was a man in his mid-thirties with short brown hair streaked with gray. I never saw him wearing anything other than a black business suit, as though he had no personal life. He seemed polite and civil, but Malcolm was a methodical businessman who treated us like tools. He calculated exactly how much we could work before collapsing and expected nothing less. Any second that we weren't slaving away was seen as a lost opportunity to make more profit, and he would quietly clench his fist in annoyance whenever production came to a halt.

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