Mostly writing as a hobby because I have too many ideas and not enough time with my tabletop gaming group to turn them all into adventures.
The Bloodstained Barn
Nobody knew who lived at the old farmhouse, and nobody understood how the crops were tended to, or how the livestock in the old barn was always cared for.
The Infinite Escape
The irony here is that one of the things I love doing most to erase stress and re-balance myself is writing...and here I am writing about it! However, it's not just any writing that I use to accomplish this; it's writing adventures for my table-top pen and paper gaming group that I've found is one of the most effective ways to eliminate stress. I have been playing Dungeons & Dragons and other similar tabletop games for as long as I can remember. Unfortunately, I am using the term playing loosely, as I have almost always been the one running the game. This means I can send the players on adventures using pre-made adventure modules... or, I can create my own custom adventures tailored to my exact liking. I often choose the latter.
She clasped it tightly as she slid down the chute. Despite being tarnished by the harsh environment, the silver heart-shaped locket was still a beautiful little thing. The picture inside had almost faded away, but she could still make out the shapes of two people wearing clothes of a forgotten era. “This is going to be worth lots, but I'm not sure I have the heart to hock it.” Amy chuckled at the accidental pun as she reached the bottom of the chute and made her way down the tunnel towards the exit. Amy was a salvager in the wasteland formerly known as Ohio. The lush forests, relaxing rivers, and exciting cities had become a sprawling wasteland of overgrown dumps, carcasses of cities, and forests full of creatures barely resembling what Mother Nature intended.