15 Hours Left And Here’s My Final Thoughts


This Was A Great Learning Experience

onion-avatar135I’d like to take this moment to thank everyone who donated to my Kickstarter project. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I truly appreciate it. Even though I will not reach my goal, you decided to take a chance on me. For that alone, I’m very honored. When everything is expired, you will not be charged at all and your donations will be swiftly returned.

If you’re still interested in this project and would like to know any kind of updates, please visit my profile page with links to Patreon, Facebook, my Author’s blog, and more. I have several sites listed for you, just in case.

This didn’t stop me by the way. It only makes me more determined to finish. However, it will be a slower process from now on due to a limited budget. It may take me a couple of years to finish. If you have that kind of patience then more power to you.

I’ll also try other methods and see if I can get a little funding for this project somewhere else. If at first you don’t succeed, then try try again. Walt Disney failed 13 times before his dream of building an amusement park even became a reality.

Many artists, including writers, who we consider famous today were not even recognized in their own time period, until after their deaths. It just goes to show you that success is not always determined by how much money you make in your pocket. You just need passion and commitment.


Thank you so much for your time, for reading this post. Have a wonderful day everyone and take care.

Final Book Cover #4 – Bloody Vs. Clean


Here’s the final book cover for Flash Renegade, but I haven’t decided if I’ll stick to the Bloody one or the Cleaner version. I love them both, but the clean one shows more details. We’ll see how it goes. 😀

Once Nicoy’s done with the video of her drawing process, I’ll post up a link so you can watch the music video. 🙂

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Art by Nicoy Guevarra

Please do not use any of these images without my permission. Flash Renegade is copyrighted.

Galactic Log 1.6 – A Meaningless Existence (Rho Tiarmstrong)

I can hear my stomach grumbling; it feels as though my insides are cramping up and it becomes too painful to bear. I may have no choice in the matter, but to leave this mental prison of mine just to get a bite to eat. Rubbing my upset tummy, I decide it’s best I should at least find a snack around this trash heap.

I sigh to myself, but it’s more like a groan.

Why am I still alive? I should be dead by now, right?

I lift my head and glance around the dark room. Scratching the top of my wild, untamed hair, I wonder what might be in the fridge. As I place my right foot on the floor, I step on a sharp object and then I stumble forward.

I fall. My head hits the ground and I’m in a world of hurt and red. I scream out, staring at the cut on my big toe.

“Damn it,” I said, practically on the verve of tears.

I muster all my strength, lift myself upward, and hop on one foot. Hunger is far removed from my mind now. Hopping toward the bathroom, I rummage around for a towel or a bandaid––anything to stop the bleeding.

I give up trying and jump inside the tub. The shower turns on automatically. I’m soaked to the bone and shivering while the blood washes away. I see the river of red clearly as it goes down the drain.

Since I’m here, I might as well enjoy it. However, I can’t find a bar of soap. Isn’t this shower programmed to have everything?

I can’t remember exactly if I’m supposed to press a button or command the device by voice.

“Can I get a bar of soap?” I ask the shower.

It does nothing. Maybe it’s not that kind of machine. Or maybe I’m not speaking clear enough. So, I try again.


One of the tiles before me begins to move and a liquid squirts into my eyes, burning my vision altogether. Loud obscenities escape my lips and once again I’m feeling the burn, but this time it’s even worse than before.


I should seriously be more careful next time. After rinsing my eyes and face with cold water, I can barely see. The blood on my toe disappears and I’m back to searching for a piece of cloth to wrap it with. Holding onto the shower curtain, it takes me about fifteen minutes just to find a fucking rag. I tear it in half and gently bandage my toe.

Thinking to myself, I gawk at the slippery tiled floor. I should probably not be in a haste to leave this shower, for fear I’d slip and break my Goddamn neck.

“I need to get some help…” I finally admitted that I can’t take care of pathetic self.

I’m unable to focus on the simplest of tasks. Something is preventing me from living a normal life. What can it be? I don’t know why I do the things that I do.

Maybe I can hire someone to keep this place in order for me. But who can I afford? Housekeepers aren’t cheap and neither are the robotic maids. They’ve both so damn expensive. I don’t have much credits left on me and who’d want to work here, in this dump.

“This place will be the death of me if I don’t find someone soon,” I whisper, putting my hands on the wall.

I slowly step out of the shower, one foot at a time––just baby steps. For once, I see myself in the mirror. My reflection stares right back at me, and I can’t recognize my own face.

“What’s happening to me?” I think aloud. “Why can’t I think straight?”

A buzzing sound interrupts my thoughts. Buzz. Buzz. That noise sounds so familiar. Where have I heard it before? It was coming from the front entrance. Someone was at my apartment door, ringing the buzzer.

I’m not in the best condition to answer it, since I’m in my birthday suit. My bare ass is covered in scars and if I open that door in the buff, I’ll scare away whoever is at my door.

“Shit…now what?” I dig through my bathroom cabinet and grab the nearest towel.

I carefully walk to the door, which is behind a pile of trash, dirty laundry, and stuffed cardboard boxes.

“Comin’…” I said, hesitantly. 

I don’t know who or what is on the other side of that door.

(To be continued…)