Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

1218 stories

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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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Unbelievable!
“What? You like boys?” The little first grade girl named Jordyn frantically shrieked at her friend Maggie during recess. Maggie held her head down low like she was about to undergo her life sentence to prison for her crime. She braced herself because she knew the wrath of Jordyn wasn’t over yet. Sure enough, Jordyn continued…
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Fiction
Cuban-American
Verse I: In 1960, it was time to flee, soul searching, it thrust me out of my country. I hope you’ll understand and see,
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
Rush of Lunacy - Part 1
It was 1851 and the gold rush was in full swing! People from all over were doing whatever they could to travel to California in hopes of finding gold and striking it rich!
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Fiction
ALIVE Time
I can’t help but capture your vibrancy, despite your humming need for privacy. Your color palette eagerly awaits, and you hold wisdom beyond words and other’s fates.
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
The Web They Weave and Others Perceive
Rain pitter-patterns in the night watches of the twitching arms of time. Leftover sushi tastes as good as a sweet and salty rhyme.
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
The Heist - Part 2
If you haven’t read part 1 to this story, written by Archery Owl, then please do so via the link below: Several weeks prior, Jasper had gotten home from work later than usual. Working in IT, suited his personality well. He walked in the front door.
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Fiction
Slice of the South
Florida maple leaves dangle in slight puffs of breeze. A dog, under the porch, scratches at his fleas. It’s evening time in the south,
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
Dueling Kingdoms - Part 1
Krisanthanese hated her full name, so she commanded everyone to call her Kris. Going out to the woods, in order to practice her sword fighting, was always part of her daily routine. Gripping her sword tightly, she swung it skillfully through the air. She swung it again but this time a loud chink was heard and she hit another sword. The sound echoed through the tall trees, making birds flutter in a frantic rush. Her friend Roy was doing his best to defend his pride. They battled intensely, as if it was to the very death.
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Chapters
Oh, Just Walk On By!
Sandhill crane, sandhill crane, stay in your wooded-lane. Don’t you know, your kind is nearly extinct, so you better think
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
From Her Window - Part 3
For context, please read the first two parts of this story. Part 1, written by Rowan Finley. Part 2, written by Shamra Sibley.
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Chapters
Daisy Became A Mother
Daisy, look at you girl! Your life has turned into one colorful swirl! Three lively kittens, stage floor, the cast, though, sadly, three others didn’t last.
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
Enveloped
Enveloped by resplendent mural in sky's diversion. His glories roll in on yonder hills, through every excursion, summersaulting into the atmosphere,
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets