Hello everybody! It’s been 5 years since today that I made this blog!!!!

Thank you all for your support!

I actually got the idea from my once success coach at Georgia Gwinnett College that I should make a blog and put all my writing on.

Lo and behold that this was the same exact “success coach” that told me after I went to ask her for advice in some classes that my grade weren’t so good in, that if college is seeming too hard for me, that I should just drop out and quit college!

I of course didn’t, but ended up leaving that bad college, and coming here to Strayer University to take up IT.

I’m now a straight A student, ever paper I write is an A, and am doing far much better than ever. The blog remains, so that’s just a little brief funny history behind the creation of Cascadialegends.wordpress.com Named after one of my stories 🙂

-from Gregory Thomas


Catching Fire


Peace that floats like a butterfly over the network.

The soul like a bird swinging a crown across the aether–

the voice of him, her, them, you–

the sound of a fidgeting harpies’ battle cry for us all;

her hair is the swinging embrace of fate, amidst the beckoning sun over air;

the overture of fate without wings to fly, is a falling heartbeat across one’s watching eyes,

the face blushing with joy for the morning, and the air thrusted up the nostrils of the wandering,

peace be the swing of souls over souls, the eyes bid watch–

and the heartbeats of curious veins are lost, in the wonderland upon us.

Is it this dystopia that bids you anew in this world?

Or the pale sunlight across our skies, where the clouds float ominously? See them glide?

See the frost along the silver line?

The coldness in your voice, is the coldness in the air. Breathing in this man’s breathing air; despair is despair.

The golden sun is a glowing orb. Catch it with your hands.

The wandering ghosts of freedom in our country, catch it too with your hands.

Copyrightcopyright March 20, 2019

~New Website pic



Hello all my followers and visitors.

I have decided after much thought to change my current picture for my website.

For the longest I have had the regular obscure and though awesome abstract face pic, I feel as though that I would want others to match my face with my work.

As a writer, readers should see who writes the words.

Therefore here he is.

My words like the glowing fate; swinging with the vibrance.

My heartbeats unlock my breathing.

My soul across the stratosphere, within an unstoppable motion.

The kingdom like a bright light, the rays rainbow;

The radiance within this glow.

War is like armor worn by the soul.




right here

I have added two new catagories:

The Chronologue (includes samples of a book I am writing, already copywritten and everything. I’m looking to turn it into a book and movie one day soon.) The story is a science fiction based in the future, and is about robots and AI trying to take over the world and turn people into machines.

You can find ch. samples here


Uplifting Quotes: Will be a section dedicated SOLELY to quotes and stuff.

you know how I kinda do stuff like that sometimes on the blog, well I just found out how to add more catagories, so now I kinda have to rearrange some of my writing… :/




-from Gregory Thomas.

~Excerpt from my copywritten book Gurski and bakura 2


Gurski and Bakura Part 2

Bakura rolled her eyes, let out another cough, reached into her pocket, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

Have the demons no purpose?!” Gurski cried out in Japanese, “But to slaughter the innocent? Without merit?!”

Bakura let out a cruel grin, as smoke from her lit cigarette flooded all around them, making the already humid house seem even more fierier, “If they would have hired me first,” Bakura scoffed, “The collateral damage wouldn’t have been so high…”

Gurski grunted loudly at Bakura’s comment, “WICKED WOMAN! Dare to smoke fire in hell?!”

Gurski shook his miserable head, as he frantically peered out of the broken windows, to discover the glimpse of a menacing figure glaring off in the distance…The darkened figure held a spear in both hands, his face was in Etched One form; his mouth from the top all the way down to the bottom of his chin was split open, his fangs and bones shone wickedly from underneath…His eyes protruded from their sockets, and glowed! Gurski stared forth in disgust at the Etched One, he watched as drool seeped down from out of the creature’s mouth. The creature turned his full gaze back toward Gurski, and smiled…Gurski gasped and backed up slowly, when the creature pointed toward his direction, and suddenly other creatures just like him grinned evilly as they began to march right toward the abandoned house!

Gurski cursed and fidgeted anxiously as he threw his head in all directions, looking for a way to either escape, or hide. Bakura narrowed her eyes in tranquility, letting out a sigh of relief at the height of the smog that she exhaled, twirling the cigarette in her fingers, she almost hummed with regrettable laughter as she smirked,

“BAKURA!” Gurski shouted out, “The open-faced mer are approaching…What should we do?!”

Bakura rolled her eyes again, her smile dissipated, “We need to find the others.” She finally said.

“Yes, we need to find Isacarie!”

Bakura’s frown suddenly grew worse at the name Gurski spoke, “Yes! Isacarie! Come on Bakura, him and the others are still out there! We-

Suddenly, there was a horrible crash, through the wall! An insidious loud snarl rioted through the air, the walls caved in, and through the opening, three evil towering Etched Ones barged their way into the house-

Bakura managed to roll out of the way just in time, and unsheathe her blackened ninjato; Gurski rose his katana;

“TEAR AWAY FEEBLE FLESH!” one of the Etched One monsters hollered in English at them! “HELL SPAWN!” Gurski screamed back, and charged toward them, with the edge of his sword he slashed at one of the monster’s eyes! The impact cut through it like butter, as it sent his eye soaring painfully from out of it’s socket, as a follow-up slash from Gurski’s steel severed its arm, and sent the creature tumbling forth in agony –

Bakura smiled at one of the other beasts, and suddenly, she vanished! The creature tilted his head as he grunted in confusion, when from out of nowhere, he felt a terrible blade thrust to it’s throat, it’s left leg’s calf had suddenly been struck by an unseen force, forcing it to bend down on it’s knee. The fiend grunted in pain, but just before it could grasp hold of it’s neck, a third unseen force struck violently into it’s face as it sent it for the ground-

Bakura suddenly reappeared in her stance, a trickle of the creature’s blood coated the bottom of her elbow from the impact she delivered him-

When the third creature turned back at her, she vanished again-

the creature turned back to face Gurski, only to find his blade sweeping right through it’s face; upon the strike, the whole upper half of the Etched One’s head was sent hurdling up into the air-

An invisible force struck greatly deep into it’s stomach, and as it knelt down on both of it’s knees, bent over in pain, Bakura’s unseen force slid across it’s back, and joined over at Gurski’s side, and reappeared, blade ready. Gurski’s great frown only grew worse, his eyes twitched uneasily, when he saw the knelt Etched One slowly turn it’s halved face toward them; though the upper half of it’s head was no longer attached to it’s jaw, the creature smiled evilly back at them… And rose to its feet! The fallen creature with the missing eye, and severed arm, regrew them both, and turned to face them like a lion with its spear held at them-

The last creature with the hole in its throat, reclosed the wound bleeding with terrible blackened blood, and levitated back to its feet; comfortably cracked the bone in its neck with a twist to the side, and joined its grin with its shield brothers as they all turned to face the two warriors in rage…

Gurski and Bakura stood speechless for a second, then suddenly dashed behind them, racing with all haste into the kitchen of the abandoned house, the Etched Ones stomping violently after them. Gurski darted past cabinets, as Bakura leaped over the island in the middle of the kitchen, and frantically turned to face the hulking Etched One, his eyes protruded violently out of their sockets, and his snarl stretched in rage; as he moved to the left of the island, Bakura would hurriedly move to the right of it, and as the fiend dashed for the right, Bakura would speedily dash to the left.

 The annoyed Etched One sighed, and then tried to lift his body up over top of the island, only to find a large metal pitcher hurled painfully into it’s face by Gurski,

Leave the Blood Elf hussy alone!” Gurski shouted in Japanese. He ran hysterically, only to find the half-faced Etched One monster barreling swiftly toward him from behind, he looked forward to discover that another Etched One was closing in on him from the front…He stood helpless! Gurski turned his gaze back for Bakura, only to discover that she had suddenly turned herself invisible, then reappeared on top of the half-faced monster’s back.

The fiend gasped terribly as she thrusted a small blade deep into it’s neck! The wicked Etched One almost giggled like a child, he suddenly noticed a small blinking glow emit from out of the end of the blade’s handle-

His ears attuned to the sound of Bakura landing on her feet, after leaping from off the beast, she and Gurski dashed far from it, and as the monster struggled, spinning left and right to remove the glowing blade from it’s neck, Bakura grinned…She pressed a button on her gauntlet, and with a bright flash, a loud explosion radiated from it, and the beast was erupted into a blast of flames! The two remaining Etched One’s watched as their shield brother flung it’s part-less body to the ground and flailed about!

As the monster began to splatter within blackened blood and coals and ashes, the two fiends split their faces angrily into their Etched forms; Drool gushed from out of their mouths as they crept in closer to Gurski and Bakura, Bakura flinched in disgust, “You two idiots need bibs?!” She grumbled at them.

Gurski only grimaced with woe and fear as he pressed himself up against the kitchen wall, while Bakura smirked eagerly, she reached into one of her pouches, and pulled out a small metal ball.

As one of the Etched Ones lifted it’s spear to hurl at Gurski, she threw the ball up high toward the ceiling, only for it to explode violently above them-

The two Etched One’s stared up in sheer horror to discover a large portion of the roof tumbling down toward them, as Gurski and Bakura quickly dashed away, their ears attuned to the loud squealing sound the two monsters let out as their bodies were crushed by the debris’ weight; their bodies mindlessly waving and stretching about from just underneath!

Copyrightcopyright October 4, 2018

~Ch.1 Excert from my copywritten book


The Awakening Arts


I fell myself from out onto the London streets, and ran with extreme haste. I found

that I could run extremely fast and nay breathe or utter a single breath. I found that my eye pupils would shrink and slit like a serpent, whenever I ran frantically past and stared at a woman or a fair maiden. I found myself slobbering eagerly at the sight of the bosoms of even the church girls, the nuns, the milk maiden’s daughters. All without me realizing it. As I stopped to catch my breath, I heard, not mine own heartbeats, but the heartbeats of the world. I heard everybody’s breath as I stopped and rested myself along a streetlight podium. My eyes moved from side to side frantically near the directions of all hearts, beating within their chests. As I held onto the streetlight, I sensed the movements; slow…Docile, useless. Misunderstood; the curious footsteps of a man; Caucasian bloke, old, 54. His time was nearing its end, and I knew it. Even before the old man did.

I heard the man’s frowns, and I grunted a beastly grunt, my breaths were forced grunts, my eyes shrunk their pupils and dilated as they spiraled stiflingly onto him.

“My good lad…Are you alright?” The old man said to me.

I sensed the eyes and felt the vibrations of others as well, staring in my direction I found myself draining the old man’s life source. The old man’s facial expression…I sensed that he knew I was, made wrong.

“Be gone from me I’m dangerous…” I told him, “I sense the sun…! Soon it will be upon me and I will suffer the fire of the sun’s wrath!”

The old man frowned, and chuckled to himself nervously, “My lad, are you on a new reality medicine? Where did you get it so that I can go grab me a sample, heh!”

I glazed my eyes over onto a bystander, I heard her heartbeats. They were female, I found that I had the ability to taste what her heartbeats would be like, if they were to radiate and vibrate within my mouth. My eyes suddenly locked onto hers, and she froze mindlessly in her stance. I adjusted my body and stance on the podium, and suddenly I heard a bone adjust itself within her body, and she crossed the darkness in the streets and walked like a puppet feeding rope in my direction, “No, no, no, s-stay back!”

Everybody turned in the woman’s direction, she tried fighting off the pull of darkness by slightly using her facial expression, but continued mindlessly forth, “Please, I’m not safe, stay back! I HUNGER!”

It seemed like she tried to pull back from the distance, but only marched thoughtlessly closer, deep into my gaze. The rattles of her long and lengthy dress scraping the asphalt brought my cold undead heart to beat to life within the beautiful carnage. It was like my heart was blushing, my soul was a meat grinder, the woman was the butcher’s hand entering… and my eyes watched in sheer horror! Others began to gasp, and I threw myself from off of the podium and ran again from her and the crowd, and the woman broke her gaze, returned to her sound mind and fell chest first onto the London streets. It was like I could snatch the eyes of mankind, and pull them horribly within my direction…Even beyond my own control!

I ran like a child off of my own fears, I turned my head towards the glass stores, the windows, everything that possessed a shatter to them was nay of my reflection! My grimaces and hysteria sent my twistingly distraught face against itself as I held my own fear to engulf me. I ran with the darkness, and the darkness only embraced me, I found my flesh colder than the swinging air that I hurdled into. I ripped my jacket cuffs against buildings that I curved around, I let out a dog’s whimper, and it sounded like a giant rodent as I squealed miserably within the madness. I slammed into walls, I fell to the ground only to quickly swing my arms to keep my face from pounding pavement…And as I ran, everybody was curious, but nobody cared.

Only I cared about what I was, and what I had become…Because only I knew that I was immortal, and there was nothing they could do about it. Only because there was nothing I myself could do about it. So I ran. Down the alleyways, and fell onto the coldest ground, and curled myself fetal again. I envisioned myself into my mother’s womb again…What would she think of me now? Her son is undead and walking. Pathetic, like a newborn again, in the form of a full-grown man. I laid in this useless state, until my ears heard footsteps. The presence was unusual…It felt like a woman’s, but I couldn’t sense any form of heartbeat on her. As I lifted my head, a strange hefty woman, her dress was dingy, the Victorian cloth unbearably thick on her. The woman stared straight through me with her wickedly pale green eyes, she smiled quirkily at me as she giggled. Then she ran! “Woman, wait…. Who are you? What are you doing to me?” she only seemed to giggle even more dorkily as she stumbled and bumped into trashcans, the harsh rattles of the tin and stones and debris scattered to awaken the neighborhood, as I scurried off after her, “Woman where are you going? Do you know what I am?”

The awkward woman stopped in the distance, turned her shoulder towards me, “Maybe…” her voice was irksome and giddy. Then she ran off again, and I continued to chase her through the darkness, “Woman where are we going?! Oy! Come back you Gideon!” My chase of her went through South Albern’s streets, and onto the sidewalk underneath of the street lights, the clumsy woman ran, until the small ragged bonnet she wore stumbled onto the ground. Lifting it up hastily, she ran up to a decrepit storefront. I watched in ridiculous confusion as the offbeat nutter proceeded to smash out the entire storefront window! From the distance, I could hear her murmur something about a “Doc”, and a “Henry Doolittle” as she used her whole arms to slide across the window frame of what she smashed in, and as she lifted her arms, the glass fell off and there was no drip of blood…! Shaking her arms, the strange woman sent chills to climb up my spine when she chuckled like a child, frolicking through the door and into the store. Why didn’t that ominous ninny simply slide through the huge empty space?

I was hesitant to enter in after her…But I could feel the dawn soon approaching, and so I ventured slowly toward the store. The sign above it read:

Mary Ellen’s Awakening Arts

It was a depressing heap of a store with dying flowers in pots outside of it, not many people outside of the store seemed to care about what just happened, some continued to stare, especially as I lifted a leg over the glass and made entry, “Hello? M…Mary Ellens?” my voice carried into the store, and the darkness gripped the atmosphere, “Are you here? Hellooo?” I wandered deep into the store, tripping over empty easel frames, I stared at the white cloth and fabric, covered in drops of dried oil paint, scattered along the ground…Hairs stood on the back of my neck as I heard the woman’s chuckles in the background, “Helllooooooo!” the woman wailed, “Are you here yet, love? Yes I’m Mary Ellens! Hi! Hellooooo! Hell no! NO! Oh yes, oh ahahaha! Yes, yesyesyesyes, YES! Oh quite yes, ha ha! Hell nooo…Hell yes. YES! NO! Ahaha ha ha! NO! No, not me!”

Mary Ellens continued to babble incoherently, with her voice becoming more and more clearer the nearer her presence crept into view, “You! Oh! Its YOU! Hi you! My, what a handsome fellow you are! Are you here to buy my incredibly useless art?” I scrunched my eyebrows and turned back anxiously towards the door,

“You might as well lad, its 6am…And you will probably turn to a dust bunny out there!”

I whipped my head back to her direction, “Woman, do you know who I am?! What am I?”

Mary said nothing, she only held her hands to her face and chuckled uncontrollably,

“Woman what are you? You’re taking a piss at me? This is no jest! I’m an inhuman killing apparatus! I eat veins for delight!”

Mary lowered her hands to reveal an ominous grin stretching her face…And protruding from out of her mouth, were a pair of fangs that matched my own! I stood stammering over my own sentences, and Mary Ellens rioted in insidious laughter, “HAAAW! Kek, kek, kek…Oh You big silly goober! You’re a “robot overlord” Ya chomp on veins, and nibble off souls, ahahahaha! Ha HA! HAW! HeeHAW! Oh, my goodness, my goodness, goodness, I’m dying! AGAIN! Ha! Hee haa! You’re rich, that was a strip tease that was!”

I let out a sigh, and gave up on trying to explain myself, as Mary Ellens docilly wandered off and paced the floor, her movements were childlike, for somebody that looked like she was in her damned 30s, it felt like I was playing company to a goofy 10-year-old.

Eventually I let out a smile amidst my sigh, and looked around her awkward, quaint store, she had paintings all around her store, most on the floor, some looked like they were thrown violently into the wall, some looked like they were smashed with an object, and the rest hung on flimsy displays, it was rather a sad sight to behold,

“You’re a painter, melady?” I went.

All of Mary Ellen’s paintings were of portraits, none of any scenery, just awkward looking realistic paintings of human-folk, and what’s more…All of the people in the painting were fat and chubby. Some of their weights were so extraordinarily exaggerated, that I struggled to hold in me giggles while gawking over them al!

Copyrightcopyright October 4, 2018

A sample of one of my Writings made it into a book!! :)


Hello everybody! One of my writings made it into a book!

Also to promote that book, who has many other writers in it as well, please consider purchasing a copy for yourself! You will see many other talents nestled within its pages, as well as seeing a sample from The Trials of Cascadia!


Simply look for Gurski and Bakura if your looking for mine. Thank you very much!

-From Thomas Gregory Shipman (aka. writer’s name Gregory Thomas)


Georgia’s Emerging Writers: An Anthology of Fiction | Z Publishing

Source: Georgia’s Emerging Writers: An Anthology of Fiction | Z Publishing