AJ O’Reilly
Bio
I’m here to try my hand at something I love, hoping I continue to be inspired.
Stories (5/0)
A Window to Darkness.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She wasn’t supposed to be in his room. Not ever. She was simply supposed to put the day's food ration in front of his door and leave. Like everyday before, ever since she could remember. Unlike every other day though, his door had been left open slightly, letting a sliver of strange light flow into the otherwise dark hallway she had come from.
By AJ O’Reillyabout a year ago in Fiction
A Hope of Gathering
The silent killer swooped down, her silhouette cast a blur across the starry night sky. Wings cut through the wind with only the slightest rustle of feathers as she adjusted for small upticks of current. She was searching the ground for her perch, a familiar friend she had been eager to reconnect with. Her large, black eyes took in the light that only a few others could, this body of hers adept to the darkness. She scanned the edge of the old growth forest for her target, a challenge even for her, until she saw the wave of a pale hand. There he was, she let out a soft whistle indicating her position, then swooped down towards the extended hand.
By AJ O’Reilly2 years ago in Fiction
Dog Tale
It was a bit warmer than most December days in Oregon but I didn’t mind, it reminded me of my hometown in Texas. It never got very cold down in Dallas, but a seventy-degree December day in Portland was not so common. I had worn my light jacket over my grey uniform button-up at work despite my co-workers' complaints of heat. Most of them had grown up in the Stumptown area and had no concept of how hot it got in the southern half of the US.
By AJ O’Reilly3 years ago in Fiction
Train Ride
The train ride from Kyoto to Osaka would be quiet. The lateness of the humid summer evening helped, but train rides in Japan were always imbued with a sense of hush. A handful of people shuffled their way silently onto the train, choosing their seats far away from one another, leaving ample space between the other patrons.
By AJ O’Reilly3 years ago in Fiction