New Chapter's Resolution

Hi there, and welcome to my new blog!

You, kind reader, have caught me at what I sincerely hope is the beginning of a fresh life chapter-- one where I treat writing as a purposeful and professional pursuit, even if it is not yet my job. I will explain, without using too many paragraphs, what this means to me… but first I feel an introduction is due.

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My name is Taylor Lewis, with T.C. Lewis being my pen name.

I am twenty years old, though as someone who has been called a mature adolescent but is now uncharacteristically youthful for an adult, I have to wonder what an objective age is meant tell about a person.

I’m trusted with (and paid for) the weekly set up of chairs and tables at Clovis Christian Church-- a humbly built yet modestly adorned structure despite the stained glass stereotype, which houses a similarly normal-seeming yet living and loving community. I also volunteer as a youth teacher and tech team member here.

I am the youngest of two sons, currently living with my parents and two birds (an Indian Ringneck and Cockatiel). God has blessed me with my captivating and strengthening girlfriend, who I have better befriended, persistently pursued, and delightedly dated, beginning halfway into this year after a frustrating (but far from meaningless!) season of singleness.

I was raised with Christian beliefs, but questioned them during high school, eventually considering myself an atheist. Since I was holding tightly to this skeptical stance even as my parents brought me to Clovis Christian, it came as a pleasant surprise that meeting real imitators of Jesus and finding genuine acceptance among them catalyzed the development my own faith. I found answers to my questions along the way, too, but mainly it was seeing God’s love through people that drew me in and transformed me.

I enjoy reading, writing, and video games… but in all three, what I love is immersing myself in a good story. Until now, I shared my writing in two blogs: one featuring works of fiction based in the Warcraft universe, and another dealing with weightier matters of Truth through apologetics and Biblical teaching (which contains my full testimony, too, if you’re one of those rare folks that does enjoy having a life story thrown at their face).

The Draconic Passage

The pale dragon stretched his iron jaw to its full expanse, broad enough for gulping three grown men, although at this time he needed only to motionlessly maintain said opening for admitting his clueless yet willing prey.

Meandering in a drone-like trance, a steady stream of human pilgrims, nomads, and thrill-seekers proceeded along a deceptively glowing tunnel which ended where the gaping maw began. It was at this very point that several serenely visaged guardians - descendants of Adam like the others and yet bound to the drake’s will by their livelihood - regarded their guests with a false warmth… encouraging them to continue through the monster’s gullet.

Even in the depths of the dragon’s stomach, the illusion remained unbroken. Pre-dawn light filtered in from a series of transparent plates in the dragon’s armor, deflecting the reality of every visitor’s cornered state. Consulting a shred of parchment given by strangers, these victims sluggishly settled into their own portion of the dense enclosure. Immaculate white scales across the organ’s ceiling swallowed each person’s possessions, while a row of dark, leathery glands underneath relaxed, then absorbed their temporary hosts.

The travelers assumed they had arrived of their own volition, and not by fate-- the first of three arrogant follies.