
The Orbital Review
The Orbital Review is a literary journal under Orbital Press that delves into a wide range of topics. Featuring insightful book reviews by D.J. Hoskins, the journal also includes chess analyses, personal essays, reflective pieces, and poems, offering readers a thoughtful blend of literary critique and creative exploration.
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Persecution (Dark Light Series, Book 4): Sample Chapter
Persecution: The 4th installment of the Dark Light Series.

Panic (Dark Light Series, Book 3): Sample Chapter
“Chaos to chaos, and peace to peace. To think this is the end, you must first remember your beginning.”
Alex thinks he’s made it. Melissa hopes she’s safe. They will not find rest. Watch closely. The end has yet to come. On a jet, Alex has passed his trial. What awaits is Corpus, an academy that will guide him on the road to self-discovery. The only Oddity to appear in decades, his merit is expected, but an attack is not.

Paralysis (Dark Light Series, Book 2): Sample Chapter
Having great power makes any mage a prime target."
Alex is beaten. Melissa is ambushed. Where do they go from here? Don’t let go. They aren’t ready. Alex is a coward and ignorance is all he knows. On him, Kaiga does not hold back. Information floods him and his mind is pressed for answers, does he have the one they seek? Or will he be deemed worthless?

Paragon (Dark Light Series, Book 1): Sample Chapter
Before there can be peace, there must first be war."
In a parallel world, war is brimming on the horizon, and in a generational conflict between two superpowers, only one can win.
Alex is an outsider, an ordinary teenager from Earth who travels by violent means into a parallel universe where nothing is the same, and everything is created by magic. His gift lies in his trauma, and unlocking it presents the key to unimaginable power he was never ready for. Pulled into the center of a vengeful struggle of hatred and despair, he is forced to grow up from a boy to a man when exposed to the cost of war. To him, what side he is on does not matter so long as the suffering ends.

An Expanding Universe
If the above is true, do I live in infinity?
I have always wondered this. Is the night sky beyond... farther than what man can comprehend?

Understanding Kafka's Pain
Kafka's only problem far as I can tell, was his reluctance to resign.
With every writer, there is the fact that they're inherently doomed to obscurity. Whether it be today, or tomorrow. This moment, or next century. They will rise, and they will fall. For the world is destined to forget us all.

Why I Go To The Chess Club
After writing 30 books, l've become completely unrelatable.
When I was young, I used to believe that intelligence was everything. That anything could be overcome with enough thinking, enough effort, and enough hard work.

To Go Still, Forever
The grass bends,
It leans,
It breaks.

The Dangers Of Hyper-intellectualism
Too much, or too little always proves destructive to an organism overtime.
My intellect has become obese. Too large, too copious to handle. Crushing from the outside in, it's suffocating. For its gravity is too strong, a powerful implosion of force increasingly compressing inward.

How To Prevent School From Destroying Your Creativity
All you need is 5 minutes a day. If you can find a way to write for just 5 minutes every single day, you’ll begin forming a bubble of thought.
What school does to crush a persons creativity is called, “flooding.”

Why Is The Pen Mightier Than The Sword?
Because the pen, commands.
Within every organization, policies are written, doctrines are crafted, mandates are created, and orders are executed. Without the written word, the sword is useless. For its power is deemed null and void without clear direction.

Why I Workout To Write - Training And Resilience
When it comes to writing, working out is heavily integrated into the process. At the minimum, I'll cut out time to go at least twice a week. Why?
Well, because health is wealth. Meaning that if I fall ill, my writing productivity will take a substantial hit. Something of which is an absolute no, no, if I want to continue pushing my ideas out into the world.

My Life As Time
I got the idea about a week ago to write a book called, “My Life as Time,” wherein Space, Time, Mass, Light alongside several other abstractions talk to one another and discuss/demonstrate how time dilation works. So far, I’ve managed to complete chapter one. Which basically personifies time and mass within the singularity of a blackhole.

The Charade Of Formal Education
its strange those moments
when I take a break
where homework creeps
and time goes out of window
I sit here stolid, so sad and frail

We Cannot Be Decent
We are trembling under the burden of success. The desire for success, the beg for want of resources, for status, and perhaps most of all: respect. I remember looking at a co-worker once, who was quite the insidious individual when he could get away with it.

Humble And Humbled
Reality is far darker than I once imagined.
When you are a child, you believe you can have the world
that you can have anything
Can do anything
Be anyone and perhaps too, run the world

Bastion - Chapter 4
Water ran steadily in a hush. Ebbing in a stream through the tunnels. Walking over wavy metal, the sewer pipe was caked with rust and debris. Worn industrial belts, shredded tires, fragments of split concrete, alongside rebar sat gray beneath a pale light.

Desire To Hide
When I hold back my energy
it is as if I’m robbing another
Of my thoughts
Of my insights
Criticisms, point of view and dull perspective

Gust
I feel my story is one of triumph and expectation. The expectations were a call to adventure, a challenge to start on the journey of a thousand miles, despite the bloody callouses that have accumulated on my feet.

Why Is Artificial Intelligence So Scary?
Artificial intelligence is the ability for computer systems to independently develop strong frameworks, knowledge bases, and ideas whose complexity surpasses the understanding of human experts in a singular or multitude of fields. However, what does this mean exactly?