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Byron Keith Taylor: Short Stories

New Fiction to Come!

Posted on February 6, 2017 with 0 comments
Hello! I know that I haven't made any new entries in a while, but I just finished recording my CD! it's loosely based on the third book I wrote called, Tales from Worldhaven, Vol. 1. Worldhaven is a steampunk realm I created and the book is an anthology of short stories from it. There is more content to come generally in my site, so stick around for the ride!:)BKT

Star Wars Prequels Blog

Posted on March 31, 2016 with 0 comments
Hello! I decided to re-post a blog I wrote in defense of the Star Wars prequels. It is interesting to look back on it because I still stand firm in my beliefs after I originally proclaimed them to be noteworthy despite their faults.
 
The Star Wars prequel trilogy is underrated because it actually compliments the original trilogy as a modern myth that incorporates the same elements as ancient myth: love, compassion, hate, friendship,and family.George Lucas' epic Star Wars saga has now been around for almost thirty-five years and it does not seem to slow down. The offshoot computer-animated TV series, “Star Wars: Clone Wars” has brought the mythos of Obi-wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker's quest for peace and stability in “a galaxy far, far way to a whole new generation of post-baby boomers and Information Age buffs. There has been much speculation as to why the classic Sci-Fi Fantasy series has endured for so long, but most cultural scholars agree that [...]
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A Superhero Sestina

Posted on March 31, 2016 with 0 comments
 
This is a poem I wrote based upon the complicated form of a sestina, which is one of the most challenging, by far.
 
The Super Hero Olympics Highlight Reel
 
In Athens, Greece the games had finally started
and were looked upon with appreciation and great marvel.
Titans like Superman and the Hulk had their mighty strength tested
after Tony Stark had lobbied for them at Washington, DC.
Crime fighters from both brands met to determine friendly superiors
in the first Super Olympiad and to spread common understanding.
 
Instead of Five Circles, on carried flags were the insignias of  DC
and the other company known as Marvel.
For the superheroes knew that even they had superiors
To whom they had to answer; sometimes they were testy
with some story lines that defied any kind of understanding.
So they came to our world for an unbiased start.
 
Batman and Iron Fist fought almost to a draw but Marvel
did not win; the Dark Knight had better martial understanding.
The [...]
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This poem was published in 2013 in National University's literary journal, The GNU. Hope you like it!:)
 
Mercury Falls on a Cold, Dark Knight
 
For years I have patrolled the streets of Gotham City at night
bound by a code of law to protect the innocent, punish the guilty,
and deliver justice by any means necessary without killing.
I cannot kill; that is my boundary.
 
Now I feel as if I may cross it but instead with my own death
because the weight of Robin's death is suffocating me.
The Joker finally won and I am exhausted with grief.
Jason was my son, his mother told me, and now there is no heir to my mantle.
 
Far too late to make plans for his future now; the grave before me
stabs at the dark as it widens my gaping wound of doubt.
Did I care enough to save Jason in time before he was blown to bits?
Or did he forget something in his training?
 
Who cares if Wayne Enterprises suffers from the recession?
Would you care? Lucius Fox cared enough to quit.
Who will [...]
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The Raven Trail: Chapter 3

Posted on May 24, 2015 with 0 comments
THREE
 
            “Father, are you excited about this year's Spring Ceremony?” asked Raven, now twenty-two, broad-chested, wide-shouldered, his brown, powerful hands holding onto the reins of his chestnut mare.
 
            Chief Chinmay, still a scion of manly beauty, with his hair long and now streaked here and there with grey, laughed alongside his son, riding. “No need to ask if you are, son.”  
 
             Alongside them, Father Doyle, a barrel of a man in dark priest garments, wiped his brow.  His own horse whinnied its displeasure of bearing Doyle’s weight once again.  A small band of Cherokees followed them. Chinmay's men. All were well-armed with axes, pistols, and rifles in case they ran into any kind of trouble.  
 
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