Alton Modlin
Bio
I’m just a new author trying to make it in this world. Working on my first novel, which is going to be published (as soon as it’s finished)!
Feel free to check out my website www.altonmodlin.com
Stories (5/0)
Witch Air
With a flick of his wrist, Kal sent a small sparkle of blue magic unlocking the door to the air traffic control tower. He quickly scaled the stairs going to the top of the tower, opening the door and stepping inside. He grinned at the two men that were sitting in the tower, both of which would be getting off their shift in a few minutes.
By Alton Modlin2 years ago in Fiction
Gray Skies
After the bombs went off, our lives got turned upside down, and things we had known all of our lives suddenly became uncertainties. I was barely eight years old when the bombs went off, and now I’m nearly double that. They weren’t nukes, or so the Government told us — not that you should trust those liars to start with. It’s easier to say what they weren’t, rather than what they were, because truthfully, we’re still not entirely sure what they were. I mean, they were your typical dummy bombs that massive planes dropped from high in the gray sky — isn’t it strange how I remember the weather conditions that fateful day? At first, nothing really happened, except some buildings being destroyed from the impacts, but nothing major, like explosions or anything like that. We woke up the next morning, and everything was still mostly the same. Of course, the Government was in a sheer panic, but that was also typical of any Friday morning, truthfully. A week or two went by, three, four, and still nothing really looked out of place.
By Alton Modlin3 years ago in Fiction
To Whom It May Concern
20-Jun-21 To Whom It May Concern: I suppose that I’m writing this letter to one person in particular, although it could apply to a lot of people, in a lot of different circumstances. I’m writing to you today because, quite frankly, we have grievances to air, and I think perhaps an unnamed letter would be best. Truthfully, I’ve begun to wonder exactly why we’re even friends anymore. We started as coworkers on a short-lived project, that eventually flopped because of poor management decisions. Our friendship, however, had blossomed and we added each other on Facebook, we talked quite often. But now, two years later, I fear our friendship perhaps has grown corrupted and tarnished.
By Alton Modlin3 years ago in Humans
