Rowan Finley
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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Berganashio - Chapter 15
“Bry, for the dozenth time… please stop flopping around so much!” Pori was trying to keep little Bry from falling off her back and he wasn’t helping much. Pori was still not keen on the whole idea of poking holes in the the sea-wolf’s ship. “I think this is a big mistake… Something tells me that our parents would have a better plan here.”
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
An Autobiographical Excerpt That Paved the Way for an Interest in the Mental Health Profession
I was born in central Florida in the back bedroom of my grandparents house. At the time, my parents and three older siblings were living with my grandparents while working on building a new home. My family ethic background consists of Hungarian on my father’s side of the family and German predominately on my mother’s side of the family. My parents and siblings were Christians, so it was no surprise when I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior into my life at the age of six. My father was bi-vocational as he worked for the public school system as a guidance counselor and developed a passion and ministry for planting churches. As a six-year-old, I remember setting up “church” in various places (country club, schools, and sometimes people's homes). Going to church on Sundays was not just an expectation, but actively serving in church was always considered a norm for me from early childhood. One of the major perks of having a father who is a pastor is that there is a is an ever-growing network of other ministries and meeting missionaries around the world. I have been well-acquainted with several missionary families who serve all over the world, and this is something that I will always be grateful for!
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Longevity
Berganashio - Chapter 14
Deep under the sea waters, on the sea floor, in Tilly’s bunker house, the four merfarie children enjoyed singing all sorts of songs. Cotton was delighted to hear them, as they had stayed at Tilly’s home for several days. All the while, Tilly continued to collect the luscious plants and feed them carefully through the transporting tubes to the other bunker houses. The tubes were only one-way, used to send whatever messages Tilly thought were important at the moment to the other seahorses.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 13
Keenwai and Kunya were gliding above the trees, getting very close to the burrow lands where they lived. Keenwai took a double take and looked down at the festival tables which were overturned and completely ravaged. There were no meerbirds in sight anywhere and the entire place was in utter disarray. There were arrows all over the ground, as clearly a battle had occurred. Meerbirds typically fought with bows and arrows and spears. A meerbird peering from a hole screamed at them, “Hide! There’s still one out there!”
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 12
After Queen Finyellë woke up from her nightmare, she got out of bed. She wiped the sweat from her neck and forehead. She hated nightmare sweat as it smelled disgusting to her sensitive nose. After taking a quick shower, she summoned one of her army commanders to come to her.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
The Complicated Life of Gargoyle Motts (Chapter 1)
Magdilla L. Del la Rosita, age 78, died of cancer and other health complications on October, 6th 2024. She left behind her family, and most importantly, her small dog named Gargoyle Motts. Gargoyle goes by the nickname Gar-Gar and owns a successful, international dog clothing company. A large amount of proceeds from the company are put toward dog refugees. Many of these dog refugees are escaping their countries in order to avoid being eaten by people living in communistic counties.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
Sand Under My Body
There is no one quite like you. You’re just breathtaking with the knowledge that you have and the heart that you carry in this life. Your heart is like a lighthouse by night and like a strong castle by day. You are always digging for new understanding and wisdom. You’re like the sand beneath my body or the colorful sky to my eyes. Inside of you, lies a wealth of love and affection. Your mind is like a garden of flowers that is endless.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
