Marty Res

Joined November 2021

0 stories

Bio

We all live on borrowed time, which is what gives our lives meaning. To waste life would be a travesty.

I'm just a simple writer trying to make make my way through the world, and hope I can bring some enjoyment along the way.

Stories (8/0)

Top Story - May 2024
The EidolonTop Story - May 2024
The rain pattered on the sidewalk in a steady drizzle, pooling below the curb. The veiled mist of night obscured the way ahead, only being pierced by the high beams of the occasional passing car.
By Marty Res15 days ago in Fiction
Fighting for the Light
Darkness gathers and Daylight fades, Through the dark aether she wades, While out of presence, mind, and sight, She leaves us in that silent night,
By Marty Res2 years ago in Poets
A Worldview
The state of affairs in the world is bleak, Entropy and chaos reign supreme, The strong succeed and prey on the weak, Or at least, that is how things may seem,
By Marty Res2 years ago in Poets
The Sonorant
The sound of shattering ceramic filled the air as the waitress stumbled, dropping her carrying tray and sending broken dishes and silverware clattering across the floor. Despite watching her the whole time, Will was still startled by the crashing sound. He himself jumped in surprise, slamming his hand onto the counter, which sent his fork flying into the mess on the floor. The waitress gave him a death stare, as if she thought he had done it on purpose.
By Marty Res2 years ago in Fiction
Between The Stars Epilogue
The klaxons wailed on into the night like the screams of a thousand men, a pulsing green light peering through the windows as the base arose into action. Agent Gallagher hadn’t even made it to the parking lot before the alarms went off.
By Marty Res2 years ago in Fiction
The Cradle
The planet Earth mostly a sea, A treacherous environment for one to be, Many things unknown lurk below, Threats waiting to deal you in low,
By Marty Res2 years ago in Poets
The Final Hour
Damp walls echo dripping tears, Dark and shadow driving fears, Death hath come to all before, Our departing march shall be forevermore,
By Marty Res2 years ago in Poets
Unrequited Until No More
I know not from where this affection stirred, A notion undreamt ‘til life stirred anew, While in learning of written prose and word,
By Marty Res3 years ago in Poets

Marty Res

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Fighting for the Light

A Worldview

The Sonorant

Between The Stars Epilogue

The Cradle

The Final Hour

Unrequited Until No More

Stories (8/0)

The EidolonTop Story - May 2024