I Am Batman

I am Batman, you would not know
Caped Crusader all dressed in black,
face under mask, voice inexact,
defender in the moonlight glow,
dishing out justice where I go.
I am Batman.

Patrol the city, high and low.
Gadgets are packed, villainy tracked,
waiting in the shadows… attack!
Can the Dark Knight ever rest? No.
I am Batman.


Copyright © 2017 by Andrew Hildreth

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: Rondine Poetic Form
•12-line poem
•2 stanzas
•7 lines in the first stanza; 5 lines in the second
•8 syllables per line, except in the 7th and 12th lines
•7th and 12th lines are a refrain
•The refrain comes from the opening word or phrase of the poem



As You Wish…


Copyright © 2014 by Simon & Schuster Audio

While perusing the available audiobooks from my library’s website, I came across As You Wish: Inconceivable Tales from the Making of The Princess Bride by Cary Elwes. The Princess Bride by William Goldman is my favorite book, and the film directed by Rob Reiner is among my all-time favorites, so my interest in this book was definitely high. The library had the ebook available but they didn’t carry the audiobook. My job provides me the ability to consume large amounts of audiobooks on a daily basis, so an audiobook would be my preference in this instance. Especially seeing that the audiobook would be narrated by Cary Elwes himself.


The website listed the audiobook as “not available” but contained a button to click on to recommend it to the library. I clicked on it and moved on, not giving it too much thought after that.

About a week later, to my surprise, I receive an email from the library that states that they have recently purchased the audiobook and that it is available for me to check out. I was shocked! They actually purchased this on my recommendation (and I’m sure the recommendations of others). I was excited! I quickly checked it out and downloaded the files to the audiobook app on my phone.

I was in the middle of another audiobook at the time and didn’t start it until the next day. When I did get to it, I had a couple hours left of work and with a 30-minute drive home, I calculated I could finish this book by the time I get home the next day.

As soon as Cary Elwes said the first few lines, I knew I would like—no, love!—this book. And I did! This book is an absolute treat to any Princess Bride fan. The stories and anecdotes and behind-the-scenes insights were a delicious delight. I especially loved all the parts that talked about Andre the Giant, these were my favorite pieces. Cary Elwes did an excellent job at narrating! His voice is very easy to listen to, and his emotions were easy to feel throughout his narration. I could easily listen to him read other audiobooks. Other cast members and directors also lent their voices to this audiobook which made it that much more entertaining.

Out of curiosity, I wondered if there were any other people waiting on this audiobook. I checked my library’s website and found 2 people on the waiting list. I thought that was incredible seeing that the audiobook just became available so recently. I finished about 30% of the book by the end of that first day and immediately knew I needed to own this. I went to Audible.com on my phone and used one of my credits to purchase the audiobook. I went back to my listening app and immediately returned the audiobook back to the library; I didn’t want to deprive the next person in line of receiving this book as soon as possible. I went to Thriftbooks.com and bought a paperback version of the book as well. I just had to have a physical copy! (Actually, they had a like-new hardcover version that I preferred and had in  my cart, but I waited to purchase it to add more books and get the free shipping. I later checked my cart and it was gone; someone bought it. They had a very-good hardcover version I added to my cart. Again, I waited. Again, I checked. Again, it was gone! The last hardcover they had was an ex-library copy which is fine with me. I had a lot of ex-library copies of book that I adore. Again… add to cart… checked later… and gone. I just didn’t learn after the first time. I went straight for the like-new paperback copy and purchased it immediately. I will still happy with it though.)

After finishing the audiobook that next day, I watched the film that evening after work and enjoyed it even more, viewing it with new eyes and a knowledge of what went into making this classic tale.

Thank you, William Goldman, for telling this timeless tale.
Thank you, Rob Reiner, for bringing this story to the screen.
Thank you, Cary Elwes, for sharing your experiences and stories about one of the greatest films I have ever seen.



I wipe the sleep from my eyes
Toss the comforting embrace aside
Tell the night goodbye

Hello morning

I brush off the dust of the day
Time to rest my cares away
Embrace sleep without delay

Hello night

Absent, But Not Forgotten

It’s pretty bad when I recently realized that 2016 has come and gone, and I haven’t posted anything on here for the entire year. The last post was September 2015, ironically for a new writing project in which I haven’t posted anything on there either. That’s sad. And I say this because I love to write, and I was excited to really dive in to this project and just writing and posting on here in general. Evidentally, life and laziness and procrastination had other plans. I’m hoping to change this in 2017.

I’m not big into New Year’s resolutions but I do have two for this year: read more and write more. Last year, I had a reading goal of 30 books which is not a far reach. I started off strong but fell off by the summer and didn’t get back to it. I only managed about 18 books total, and 3 of those books were crammed in at the end of the year. And as I stated earlier, writing was pretty non-existent for last year. 

Well, I’m happy to say that I’m already working on these two resolutions and hopefully this will continue throughout the year. This post, for one, is a great start to my writing. I mean, it is the first post in about 16 months. I will certainly consider it a start. A huge start! And the reading side of things has gotten to a good start. I knocked out a Neil Gaiman book to start the year (a great way to begin the year in my opinion), and I am continuing the great Harry Potter series (book 5). 

All in all, I’m liking the way 2017 is starting off and using 2016 as a springboard to help propel me—and my writing!—to a better and consistent place. Here’s to more reading and more writing for 2017…. CHEERS!

New Writing Project


MinecraftAvatar - Irwin C Etheridge

My name is Irwin Copernicus Etheridge. I am a Minecraft explorer for the Galactic Alliance of Minecraft Expeditions (GAME). We seek out new worlds for the purpose of discovery and exploration while adhering to the PMoC Act (Primitive Means of Crafting) in order to best preserve the natural sanctity and existence of the local planetary ecosystems.

Minecraft: Copernicus is a chronicling of my (mis)adventures on and off the various worlds of which I am in charge over.

Copyright © 2015 Andrew M. Hildreth

My Special Dark Chocolate

The fact that she’s black takes me back,
Like I’m stuck in rewind.
Luscious lips, grippable hips,
Damn! I love that plump behind.

Skin so soft so smooth so sweet,
I’d kiss every inch of that dark-skinned goddess,
From her head right down to her feet.

Now don’t get me wrong,
Light is quite alright.
But there’s something about that
Deep dark complexion that gets me craving…
That chocolate appetite!

I always did say:
I like my women how I like my steak…
Dark on the outside
Pink on the inside
And dripping juices all on my plate.

lonely night



raindrops tapping on my window

lightning flashing in the night’s sky

thunder resonating in the distance

a bottle of wine chilling at my side


this night would be complete

if only she were here with me


who is she

where could she be

no strings attached


I’ll be your connecting flight,

            Your subway through the night.


I’ll be your train ride between stations,

            A taxi to another destination.


I’ll be your ship sailing you across the sea,

            The life raft when your drowning in break-up misery.


I’ll be your temporary fling,

            When you need a temporary thing.


I’ll be your late night sleeping pill,

   Or when you have time to kill,

      Or if you just need a thrill,

         …do with me what you will.


No pressure. No ties. No hidden lies.

And if you need me to,

I can slip out in the middle of the night.


Emotions detached?

Interests mismatched?

It’s affable. This can be casual.


No strings attached.

You’re Not Really Human

It’s your 18th birthday and, upon it, you parents deliver some pretty shocking news: You’re not really human. They admit that they’ve been covering up the fact that you are actually a (fill in the blank). After hearing the news you still decide to go to school, but this school day is different than all your school days past, especially when it’s revealed to others what you truly are.

(500 words or fewer)


Today is my 18th birthday, and I feel like my life is about to change.


As I gather my things for school, my parents come in to talk to me. They say it’s very important, and that it’s something I should know before the Master wakes up. Before I can ask about the Master, they proceed to tell me that I’m not human. What? Not human? Am I an alien or something? They confirm that I’m not even an alien. What is going on here? Finally, they come to the disturbing truth that I’m not real… that this world I live in is not real… and that they are not my parents at all.


This news is so unsettling that I can’t bear to hear anymore. As I try to leave, they begin to convince me with examples and proof: strange and unexplainable things always happening; time moving fast, especially when I’m sleeping; the same furniture in everyone’s houses; dialogue that sometimes doesn’t make any sense; and the weirdest of all, the eerie green, diamond-shaped oracle hovering over certain people’s heads.


I can’t take anymore of this nonsense! I have to leave at once! I grab my things and run out of the house trying to flush out all these lies my parents—or these people, or whomever—have told me.


In an instant, I’m at school, not remembering how I got here so fast. I try to compose myself the best way I know how and remain calm. But as I look around, I begin to wonder if these are actually my friends… if they are actually even real people.


Lies! All lies! It must be. How could what they say be true? And who is this Master they spoke of?


Then, like a click of a switch, I begin to see and hear the strangest things. These people scurry about their day not doing anything in particular. I notice we never spend any real time in class. People talk in odd languages. And I have to admit, there are times where I see a green oracle floating over someone’s head. There, over him, now, over her … changing from one to another and another. But more frightening than that is when I see what someone is thinking. I can’t explain how, but it appears in a dialogue balloon over their head when they are hungry or tired or when they have to go to the bathroom.


This can’t be happening. This can’t be real… I mean, what I’m now seeing can’t be real… I mean, I don’t know what to think anymore. My whole world is crashing down on me right now and I can’t help but follow a path to the bathroom, like I’m being controlled somehow.


I enter a stall to do my business and as I look down, I see the most bizarre thing for the first time: my crotch region is blurred out! What’s happening?! Perhaps there’s a….







…my existence.

I’m Supposed To Get Married Today, But

You call an old flame from high school whom you still have feelings for and ask to meet up. The flame says, “Sure, how about noon at the pub by your house.” While waiting at the pub, your flame walks in—wearing a wedding dress (or tuxedo). The flame looks at you and says, “I’m supposed to be getting married today, but …” What happens? Write this scene.

(500 words or fewer)

As Monica, my old high school flame, walks through the door of the pub, I become utterly speechless. Not only is she as gorgeous as ever, but she is beautifully adorned in a stunning wedding gown. Before I can say a word, Monica sashays up to me and says, “I’m supposed to be getting married today, but getting your call on the way to the church earlier… I knew I needed to see you, Andrew.”


“Monica, I… I had no idea today was your wedding. Otherwise, I never would’ve called—“


“No, no…” she cuts in. “I’m glad you called. I’ve actually been having second thoughts… you know, if I was doing the right thing by marrying David. I mean, he’s a good guy and all, but…” she pauses and just smiles at me.


“But Monica, this is your wedding day! I don’t want to ruin your wedding day.” Despite my words, I can’t help but feel selfish. After all these years, I still want Monica for myself.


“No, you see,” she takes my hand in hers, “you probably saved me from making a huge mistake today.” She slides onto the barstool in front of me. “Everything happens for a reason, Andrew. And your call today, of all days, is no accident. Maybe I’m not suppose to marry David.”


I don’t want you to marry David, I think to myself.


“Maybe all these emotions and feelings that I’m experiencing with you now is telling me something else… like I should be with someone else… like I should be with you.” Her smile freezes time as we lean in and kiss our very first kiss.


“Andrew! Andrew, wake up, dude!”


When I open my eyes, I find myself stretched out on a couch. My best friend is standing beside me in a tuxedo with a whimsical expression on his face.


“Dude, did you forget? You’re getting married in like two hours!”


I look down at my clothes and notice the classic cutaway tuxedo I’m decked out in. The hangover from last night is beginning to subside and I remember that today is my wedding day. I’m marrying Michelle whom I met a year ago.


Bryan, man, I just had the weirdest dream. You remember Monica, from high school?” I say, sitting up on the couch.


“The one you had the crush on all those years?” He hands me a glass of fizzing water. “Drink this. It’ll help.”


“Yeah. She… uh….”


“Dude, I hope it was a good dream,” he says with a devilish grin, “because you better not be dreaming of any other women after today!” He belts out a laugh.


A cell phone rings, and I see that it’s mine and point to it on the desk. As I drink my fizzing water, I motion to Bryan to answer it.


“Hello?… Yeah, he’s right here… Ok, who’s this?… Oh wow, we were just talking about you. Weird. Alright, hold on.”


He hands me the phone and says, “Dude, it’s Monica.”