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 29
The day of the battle had finally arrived. In full battle gear, Larkin and Villi flew in the lead of the army of merfaries. Pori, Bry and Cotton were still missing. It was an important day. They did not have time to search for them, especially since they knew that Pori refused to join them in the fight against the mutated fairies.
By Rowan Finley 4 days ago in Fiction
A Splinter Saves the Day
Cheers to clouds that rain colorful tears! These clouds shield the sun-bleached, hopeful piers. Growing fonder as I ponder,
By Rowan Finley 5 days ago in Poets
My Lifespan
Jiggled beer can boasted, “My lifespan’s longer than you think,” he said to the man taking a drink. “Years down the road,
By Rowan Finley 5 days ago in Poets
My Mind’s Eye
“In my mind’s eye, I can see forever…” “Brother, what is it really like to see forever?” “It’s as if I am running at the speed of light, through all the different landscapes of the whole world.”
By Rowan Finley 6 days ago in Fiction
When Hamlet Stole Juliet from Romeo
Hamster friction spins Hamlet helped Juliet Loving, warming, wins
By Rowan Finley 6 days ago in Poets
I'm No Match for Winter's Strike
Winter strikes proudly Numb limbs and appendages Last match in matchbox
By Rowan Finley 6 days ago in Poets
Berganashio - Chapter 28. Top Story - January 2026.
Jovie and the three small totters made it back to the waterfall. The totters had refreshed themselves with the cool water. They caught several fish and cooked them over a small fire.
By Rowan Finley 6 days ago in Fiction
The Letter You’ll Never Read
I poured out my heart and soul to you but was I altogether blind? Because, suddenly, you changed your mind. I had the letter ready for the first date,
By Rowan Finley 6 days ago in Poets
Berganashio - Chapter 27
"I still just don't understand why war is necessary. The fairies can't be that bad. The sea-wolfs on the other hand..." Pori scooped Bry up into her arms and combed his unruly hair with her fingers.
By Rowan Finley 9 days ago in Fiction
Pine needles thread rays of sun
Pine needles thread rays of sun, as the day is nearly finished and done. You have won and you have the final say, despite doubts of dreary, dappled gray.
By Rowan Finley 11 days ago in Poets
Berganashio - Chapter 26
The fangs of the sea-wolfs snapped at the totters. "The tree! Over there!" Papa yelled, as they dodged the aggressive attackers.
By Rowan Finley 14 days ago in Fiction
No More Wheelchair 🦽
You saw me when I needed healing, you were there, kneeling. Your hands felt warm, in a moment, you healed my tiny form.
By Rowan Finley 15 days ago in Poets