The Wondering Wanderer

By Alan J Fisher

A collection in poetry and short story beginning the journey into a world where Alexander the Great never died but went on to become immortal and conquer the entire world;
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1) Embodied; in a string of natural disasters following the 2000th anniversary of Alexander's disappearance, something truly sinister is occurring. At each catastrophe a mysterious figure is seen emerging from the chaos, as if a part of it.
2) Seeker; What does the Seeker seek? In a far corner of the galaxy, the mysterious passengers have a much deeper secret than any on the Belmorra can imagine.
3) Trinity; in the background of all out war around Earth two mysterious beings try to learn how to deal with a too fast changing world in the depths of terrible grief.
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The very start of an complexly interlocking series of characters and events which cross time and space throughout the period of 5000 years during which Alexander went unexplainedly absent. Weaving together with poetry to tell one larger tale.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alan J Fisher
• Release date: Jul 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370655373

Alan J Fisher

Alan J Fisher was born in Belfast, Northern Ireland 41 years ago. Since he could talk he has had a love, a passion for words. he would argue with his mother over semantics from the age of 4; he would compose his first poems at around 8 years of age and have songs he wrote performed at school. A life long passion of writing for the sake of writing; "setting the words free" as he likes to call it!Alan has travelled the world, living in England, Spain and both New Mexico and Georgia in the USA. "Travel broadens and improves the mind and makes it harder for bigotry to take root there". He has always been open minded and accepting of other cultures and believes this shows in his writing. He has lifelong friends across the world.This project Alan is now releasing has been 25 years in the making! At 14 or 15 he began the early drafts in exercise books, scribbles and scrawls he typed up; first on an old mechanical typewriter his parents had, then on one of those single line screen electric typewriters which were around years ago (I think that thing is still in my parent's basement somewhere! Does anyone remember the gawd awful experience of making even ONE typo on those things??). The story has developed, grown and evolved over successive rewrites and restyles over the years and now, now finally it is ready to release into the Wild!Fascination with history, myth, and the origins of civilisation are what drive Alan the most. A deep-seated belief that all of the stories were, at least, at some point grounded in a truth. In his writing, he seeks to find the "stories behind the stories" and uncover the messages they hide; deeply hidden but intrinsically simple. The search for knowledge had been long and hard fought but it misses one very important clue, hidden in plain sight; that the answer is and always will be simple.The Chronicles of Enoch seeks not only to be an epic of truly wide-reaching proportions but a work grounded in what the author likes to call "complex simplicity". Alan's works are all, by some effect he is unable to overcome, complex and many layered but, at the end of the day, the message is simple; 'believe not all that you perceive for even your own mind may not be working exclusively for you. Challenge everything, question all, and listen with a doubtful ear.'Alan is now living in Southern Spain with his wife and children joining him there soon.

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The Wondering Wanderer

Collected Worlds

Third Anniversary Special Edition

An anthology of short story and poetry

By Alan J Fisher

Also by the same author;

Empyræum Collections - Shorts and verse

The Wondering Wanderer

The Wakeful Dreamer

Turn Out to Inward

Whispers from Behind the Eyes

Empyræum Novellas

α - Skander Draco

β - The Victory of Wolves

γ - Neshaa

δ – The Charmer of Snakes

ε - Son of the Dragon

Poetry

F*** You Poe, an Anthology

The Chronicles of Enoch (Coming Winter 2021)

Darkness Within

Sons of Chaos

Gods of Deceit

Midnight Moonlight

Son of Light

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I have decided to begin as I have, never really able to decide what I am; author or poet, writer or creator, one who envisages or one who describes, singer or teacher. So I am bringing your my worlds through words, as poetry and as story. The stories are the beginnings of projects I want to get out there; the poems simply are. I have been writing for as long as I can remember but only brave enough to share my work truly right about now!

For my three beautiful ladies; my biggest and strongest inspiration will always be you. For my wife I love you always, you've always been my biggest inspiration, my greatest pride and my smartest choice! To my daughters, Daddy is always here. I write for you both just as I live for you both!

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Contents

Raven'sCrew

Bridges & Silences

The Precipice

Embodied – A Short Story

The Prayer of the Wolves

The Greater Smiths

Your Shadow

Seeker – A Short Story

Fogbound

Hell

Trinity – A Short Story

To See My Eyes

Walking with Echoes

Never Doubt

The Raven

Bonus :Oh What the Hell… A Story

Ravenscrew

(Raven’screw)

Darkness is born from light as past gives birth to future

Twisting through cognisance, between the barrier of night and day Chaos and disorder divide, and the eye of the world grows wide Open your mouth to scream, but not a sound comes out

Heart fit to burst, life at its worst

Terror to rule, innocent or fool? Death is only the start, of the journey.

A million black wings flow around you

Variegated all shades of the night The racket of textured soundlessness Fills your mind, body and sight

Hear colour, taste light, speak pleasure, feel sight

Feel your brain fill with fire, your soul burst out whole And join the multitude that surrounds you

Grow wings as the chaos has found you!

Twisting insanely through chaos and light

Too variegated for a mind to perceive, To know infinite variety and none at all.

To know terror and pleasure in a single voice

To be liberated from choice, yet have none in reality

Free will is an illusion, just a very good one

The biggest joke of them all!

Or is being locked in your fate really that bad?

That depends on what your fate is.

Bridges and Silences

I hear the clock, tic toc, tic toc

The water falls, drip drop, drip drop

Whispers the wind, come thee, come thee

No-one speaks, but I hear the words

Which are not, cannot be, spoken.

Before me, stretch bridges unbroken,

Go to whence I cannot say

Linking light and dark, night and day

Truth and lie, come what may?

I cannot tell you.

Drip Drip Drip

Shhhhhhh

The silence reigns and flows across bridge

Under bridge, over bridge

Flows

Who knows whence it goes?

tic tic tic

Time passes, silence flows

One hundred bridges beneath my feet pass

I wonder which of them shall be my last?

tic tic t -

When shall the clock stop?

When will the sand cease to flow?

When will the water cease to drip?

Where will the silence go?

When I am not here to hear it?

- ic

One hundred unfolding truths

Spread like peacock fans around my feet

Unravel, unroll and take their own paths,

Their own bridges

To where? To where?

Oh, they are gone

Perhaps I'll find another one

Now, where did I put that thing?

I remember not,

Perhaps it fell beneath a bridge.

Twisting, bending, rolling, burning

Freezing, flowing, coming and going

All at once but without moving

All begins and ends in the same place

But seeming to do neither.

Of course, it makes sense!

You just have to forget it doesn't,

It's simple really......

Once you see how complicated it is

drip

drip drip

I am me

I am you

You are

You

are

Well?

You mean to tell me you do not know?

You are me too!

We

All

Are

The same

And different

And separate

And joined

Isn't it obvious?

Isn't it clear?

It makes sense when you look at it objectively

Through a lens of sand and water

The bridges stretch off

To infinity

Linking each to each a million times a million

Always branching, never reaching

Always touching, never seeking.

Each the same you say?

Perhaps.....

drip drip tic tic toc

ticcccccccccccccc

Precipice

In the landscape of my dreams,

I reach the rocky marge and feel the rock shift beneath.....

On both sides left and right it extends beyond sight.

Before, a precipice, falling down into depths unseen

Filled with a dense and swirling mist

Through which my eyes just cannot see.

Behind there lies an empty road.

Behind the sun shines bright upon the sand

Though a wind is rising and clouds spread across the azure span

Like ink in a bowl of water, swirling.

This is the road to the past

And the coming storm is blocking it.

Before me lies the precipice, mist-filled and unknown

I seek but see the other side I cannot, the mist is too thick. Through the mist there could be anything, I do not know

I take a stone up from the floor and cast it over... Swirling the mist accepts it and then it is gone.

I listen but no sound returns. And then the rain begins to fall.

In argent sheets the rain does fall, pounding the dust into submission

The path behind me it does not wash away instead carves it more deeply The water flowing toward me in rivulets of dirty silver

Before running about my feet

As I watch the rain could soon become a deluge.

Turning again to face the misty void and know the choices that I face!

So does fear tighten my heart with fingers of ice.

To leap in total faith into the mist beyond and trust in what awaits

To walk back into the deepening path and find my answers there

Or here to sit until the deluge comes and washes me over the edge

I find none of these attractive in themselves

Though fear what they might mean

And this fear it is weakening, drawing out the darkness behind my eyes.

And so, swallowing back the fear and spreading my arms

Like the wings of a fallen angel, unused to glory

I face the unknown mist before me.......

And leap!

Embodied

Embodied

Embodiment (Em-bod-dhi-mehnt)(adj); when an idea, thought, or force takes form in manner observable to all who witness it.

Senses wild and disengaged, running blindly through the forest, leaf mould and detritus jumping in slow motion plumes around his feet. Flashes of images, strangely coloured and disjointed play before his eyes but nothing enters, nothing stays. He doesn’t feel the twigs and branches and snags as they catch on flesh of arms, legs or face. Hair becomes soiled and tangled, snarls tearing away to become part of the forest but he seems not to notice. The breathing is heavy and laboured, sweat running through dirt and tree debris creating tracks on