Rowan Finley
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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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The Assignment
“There was only one rule: don’t open the door,” the clown in front of me grinned. Spinning around, there were dozens of clowns in the room, with only one door for an exit. The other clowns started chanting the same rule that the first one had whined.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Horror
Escape Room Experience
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. I thought that I came to the right address of a place to join a group of friends for an escape room experience. The front door had the rule on it but I thought it was a joke so I turned the knob and walked right into my greatest nightmare.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Horror
Berganashio - Chapter 17
Keenwai's arms and shoulders ached from days of rowing. The captured meerbirds onboard the sea-wolf ship had adapted to their new life of slavery as good as they knew how. Twice a day, they were permitted to walk around the ship deck. One of the sea-wolf's would lead the chained line of meerbirds out for a walk around the perimeter of the ship. The meerbirds were back rowing with a steady rhythm. "I wonder how Grinyella and Podder are doing with rest of the mob?"
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 16
South from where the sea-wolf ship was at anchor, near where the meerbirds burrow lands were, there grew olive trees. Haniel was one of the olive trees. Every year his branches grew stronger. He was a healthy, handsome looking olive tree as far as trees go. He felt grateful to have been raised by humble, gracious parents. They had instilled many good qualities in him. He possessed a kind soul. They had filled his mind with the best of adages and stories. He had grown up on the edge of a riverbank. He knew that his roots needed the sweet water that faithfully flowed by every day without fail. Each season, the sweet water remained his source of strength.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 15
“Bry, for the dozenth time… please stop flopping around so much!” Pori was trying to keep little Bry from falling off her back and he wasn’t helping much. Pori was still not keen on the whole idea of poking holes in the the sea-wolf’s ship. “I think this is a big mistake… Something tells me that our parents would have a better plan here.”
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
An Autobiographical Excerpt That Paved the Way for an Interest in the Mental Health Profession
I was born in central Florida in the back bedroom of my grandparents house. At the time, my parents and three older siblings were living with my grandparents while working on building a new home. My family ethic background consists of Hungarian on my father’s side of the family and German predominately on my mother’s side of the family. My parents and siblings were Christians, so it was no surprise when I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior into my life at the age of six. My father was bi-vocational as he worked for the public school system as a guidance counselor and developed a passion and ministry for planting churches. As a six-year-old, I remember setting up “church” in various places (country club, schools, and sometimes people's homes). Going to church on Sundays was not just an expectation, but actively serving in church was always considered a norm for me from early childhood. One of the major perks of having a father who is a pastor is that there is a is an ever-growing network of other ministries and meeting missionaries around the world. I have been well-acquainted with several missionary families who serve all over the world, and this is something that I will always be grateful for!
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Longevity
