Anna Miller
Bio
I am a twenty one year old aspiring poet with a love for writing stories and keep up various separate journals. I am new to the whole 'professional writing' thing so this is going to be a learning experience!
Stories (35/0)
The G.A.M.E - Prologue
Location: Drecaster City, Endo October 22, 9:32pm It was a cool, crisp autumn night as a lone man hurried down a dimly lit driveway. The man was in his late forties, the crown of his head starting to bald due to a mixture of bad genes and old age. He wore a cheap, ill-fitting suit that did little to conceal his beer gut, the light scuff of the man’s faded black dress shoes was all that one could hear in the otherwise dark and quiet length of driveway.
By Anna Millerabout a year ago in Fiction
Veni, Vidi, Vici
“There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley, but everyone remembered the fateful day that they had arrived.” The muted voice carried over the biting night breeze, Dante sharing a look with his second in command -and trusted friend, Byran- before the knight nodded and turned away to signal to the rest of their troop, who obediently fanned out in order to surround the rebel scum.
By Anna Miller2 years ago in Fiction
You Hold The Ocean In Your Eyes
Jessie's favorite hangout spot in the small town of Cushing, Oklahoma happened to be the local pool. She weren’t a huge fan of swimming or wearing the outrageous swimsuits you’d see other girls in, but she’d go, spending most of her free time there when not in class since the background noise was relaxing and allowed her to draw peacefully. Jessie would use the people around her as motivation, making quick sketches here and there when something in particular caught her interest.
By Anna Miller2 years ago in Fiction
Soul Bound
Taylor finished up the Summoning Circle with one last stroke of the brush, smearing her own blood into a completed circle; the crimson star on the inside carefully measured and painted, along with the numerous ancient symbols that the translations for had long since been forgotten in the mind of man. She straightened out of her crouch, knees popping from squatting for so long as she shifted back a step to survey her handiwork with a critical eye. All appeared to be in order, the blood just beginning to dry as she properly positioned the unlit black candles strategically around the border of the circle..
By Anna Miller2 years ago in Fiction
What Keeping A Dream Journal Can Do For You
I started my dream journal way back in 2014. It was a kind of a spur of the moment thing because -at the time- I actually only wrote my dreams down in order to tell it them to my sister. She'd always complained about my horrible ability to explain stuff on the fly and I figured that it was a sound solution.
By Anna Miller2 years ago in Psyche