My name is Cedar and I am a trader of many; on earth I am mostly a trader of words. I interact with humans who have no awareness of the conversation and what the consequences will be. This is a story of an adventure where I encountered a young woman of eighteen years who was desperate. She was pregnant and discovered some of life’s harshest realities. Her name is Marsha, and when we spoke, she showed an awareness that I rarely see. She consciously made the promise, and she carefully used her words. She even found a way to bind me to a promise. I find her fascinating, and her commitment to protect the ones that she loves, while disregarding her own ending, is powerful. I will have to come for her and I will collect. One promise was made, one debt must be paid.
I am Michael Edward, a husband, a father of six, a friend, and a self-proclaimed storyteller. I say storyteller because to use the word writer would be a misrepresentation, it might imply that I can write. I have always felt that my imagination was my strength and I always see everything as a movie. A lot of times when I write, its like I am sitting in a movie theater watching it on screen and I just write down what I see with the words that I know.
I love to write screenplays and that bleeds into my writing style. Also, I have epilepsy, and my seizures have increased, so if they bleed into the writing I apologize. I just want to tell entertaining stories that give people a chance to escape reality for a bit. I mean no disrespect to writers.