Lost Dimensions 37

Lost Dimensions of Time: The Journey

This site is designed to express and showcase all of my written work over the last 10 years with some of it even older. I also hope to help others with publications on this website. Possibility of future profit (if generated by original creative content) will be negotiated in the form of royalties. All contributors will retain their own copyrights (©) for their published content through this website, giving them flexibility and ownership of all of their original content. This is more or less my life's work, and with it you will learn not only about the world that others and I live in, but also the minds of myself and others. This has been a long journey, hence the name Lost Dimensions of Time: The Journey, and it is time that I share it with others. It is my belief that everybody has a story to tell, and here is exactly the place that I would like to share mine and possibly others'. Grab a cup of coffee (or your favorite beverage), take a seat, and come soar through open skies with us!

My World, My Works

Writing is Divine

I've been writing prose and poetry since I was seven years old. Now thirty-seven, I've got thirty years of experience. It is my belief that everyone on earth has a story, whether they are capable of telling their stories or not. The website you are now on is my lifelong idea that has finally come to actualization. I'm here to share most of the work that I've done over the past ten years and going back even further in some cases (as I don't have most of the stuff that I wrote during my childhood). I would also like to publish the work of anybody not seeking conformity to traditional publishing. My personal work includes, but is not limited to, one novel that is finished, yet unpublished, which I'm working diligently to publish, another solo novel that is still being written in the meantime, and a collaboration with Silver Moura (a long term friend who I've never actually met; thank God for the Internet). It is my guarantee that I will bring you a wide variety of content, including: poetry, short stories, and my own original Tarot and Oracle spreads (this is part of my faith, and I come up with my own spreads, now being pinned in Pinterest and available on my blog on this website) and spiritual guidance as I gain more knowledge in the form of creative nonfiction. I also plan on publishing my novels through this site. Follow our individual journeys, and you will find your way out of the rabbit hole. Or maybe into it!

The Journey Is Now

9 May 2023

Untitled Excerpt

This is an excerpt from the novel that a friend and I are working on together. This has been a work in progress for the last year. Another friend told me tonight that I need to start putting up excerpts of my work, and Silver and I intend to publish this together under our own publishing label, Lost Dimensions 37. At this time it is untitled, but it is a work in progress. This started out as a text based roleplay, but quickly the idea of a book caught on. Tonight we crossed our 70k word mark, moving into the category of novel.

"Untitled"

Joshua C Dansby

Silver Moura

By the time the sun was midway in the sky, they had reached Crescent Ridge. Colton led Agatha down into the ravine that was seated between both of the crests. He had seen it when he had been on his way into the city.

Colton stopped the horse right next to a peaceful brook that ran through the ravine. There was green grass all around with a few smaller trees that could still get enough sunlight in the shadows of the crests. Colton had realized almost immediately after finding that place the first time that the ground was hallow.

He looked at Agatha and smiled as he dismounted. Quickly he took off his boots and his socks.

“The ground here, if you cannot feel it, is hallow,” Colton said quietly as he took Agatha’s hand to help her off of her horse.

Agatha took Colton’s hand and slid off of her saddle. She knelt down and slipped off her boots and stockings as well.

“This is a beautiful area.” She smiled at him and squeezed his hand. “I never knew that this place was here…”

She pushed back her red hair and looked up at him. Agatha could feel the energy of the earth course through her as soon as her feet touched the lush grass. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to take in the fresh air. She leaned in close to Colton resting her head on his chest.

Colton could smell the earth, and the brook, and Agatha… He breathed it all in. He wrapped his hands around her waist, and swayed softly in the light breeze. He had not danced in years, and he wished that there was music playing, but he knew that music would be out of place. He also knew the sounds of nature could be just as exhilarating as music and was just as musical in their own way. They were the original music. The music of the gods. He swayed back and forth to the rustling of the grass in the breeze and to the sounds of the bubbling brook.

It was peaceful. Even knowing that there were men on their trail. Men that would sooner kill them than look at them.

“The truth is that there is only one way to find this place, and it has to be of dire need. I needed this place to clean my wound when I was shot… But I marked it with an old Indian marker… It isn’t a physical marker, so there is no risk of anybody finding it. I wanted to bring you here before we continued on. Do you eat fish? They will turn their bellies up when I go into the stream, and I can catch some for dinner… If that is okay with you. And there are berries on the trees… You can go pick some berries, if you’d like.”

Agatha looked up to Colton as they danced in nature and smiled up at him.

“It’s absolutely stunning,” she said in barely a whisper before resting her head on his chest once more. She listened to him talk and nodded. “Fish are fine.” She pulled back from Colton. “I will gather some berries, and I will see if there are other edible plants around that we can add to our meal.”

She reached up a hand and placed it on Colton’s cheek before stepping back and looking around them to take in the surroundings.

Colton pulled her back to him quickly for a swift kiss. His lips melted into hers. Colton did not want to let go, but knew that they were still on a time frame. He made a note to bring her back some day. It was her scent and her warmth and the way that she held onto him that drove him crazy. He pulled back from the kiss before he was unable to let go.

“Yes, go look, I’m certain you will find what you are looking for,” he said. He turned to go to the brook.

The trout and bass that swam deep in the brook would play dead after his entry into the brook. He had witnessed it the first time that he had been here. They offered themselves as food for the weary traveler. He pulled his pants up to his calves and waded into the shallows. Almost immediately the fish started to present themselves.

It was then that the sunshine flooded into the area, and it was brighter than he had ever seen. Colton looked up in time to see a bright white light pass across the ravine. It was so fast that he nearly missed it. As it passed it left a long trail of what looked like electricity in the blue sky.

The Love and Life of Joshua C. Dansby

The Love Of Life

I'm probably one of the most unlucky people you would ever think that you've met. Once you get to know me, it will be easy enough to see why. FUCK EMINEM! I must be honest here. I am not the product of my environment, if I was I would still be wearing oranges and locked up for the world to forget about. I've been in and out of jails, prisons, and mental hospitals since I was 21 years old. Unfortunately, the United States and most states therein do not offer much in the way of rehabilitation for prisoners. But there is a God, whom I believe in, and who is capable of changing all things; opening doors that no man can close, and closing doors that no man can open. I believe because I've seen Him work in and on my life. This is not what this page is about, however, so I must digress. No, I'm here to share with you the world and work that I've been able to save over the years, the work that I'm currently busy with, and everything that I will continue to work on in the future. I've been writing for over thirty years now and loving every moment of it. Unfortunately, I do not possess all of my work... I can go back about eighteen years with one of my novels, but not much further. I am thrilled to be able to share with you the majority of my life's work over the internet. If you want to know me truly, stay for the journey. I promise you it will be one wild ride.