Hey there! My name is Austin, I'm a writer/podcaster who strives for inclusion and representation in all of my work! Read stories here, or check out my podcast at rhyonisrr.com In a cold and dark world, we are each other's warmth and light!
Stars and Scars in the Dark
I watched from the withered wicker of the rocking chair as the drone arrived, delivered its bearing, and retreated into the space beyond the clouds from whence it came. It took me some time to even consider it, the package in question, as I consciously avoided scattered memories from this exact space, as I did frequently with task after task, or sedating mixture of tea leaves. Though in all the instances before, in which I drank my steaming nectar from a fired ceramic mug, I had not yet seen such an occurrence of visitor and courier. We remained there, myself and this delivery, eyeing each other down across a long lonely porch and steamy barrier, for a long while it seemed until I sighed that wall of vapor to ruin and placed its source upon the sturdy table that often bore it as a crown.
The Peaks of Yoz
The Peaks are broken, over the plateau of Yoz; magnetic sharp stones. Hey, thank you for reading my work! I really appreciate your time and hope you enjoyed this piece! Here are some helpful links if you want to see more from me or offer some support! I've always got a lot of things in the works, so be sure to keep an eye out for me! If you liked this, leave a heart or subscribe for all my new Vocal Publications!
Ashryn, Aarach, and Xyndyn
The girl, Ahsryn'Trisxisys, he knew her name through passive psychic readings, caught Xyndyn by as much surprise as the swarm of rangers did, diving from the boughs of the Bordering Wood. She, a diminutive, lavender-haired elvan girl only several decades old, had wandered through the dangers of the Falsetto Bounds, the crystalline-cliff speckled field land separating the wood in question from Ish-Gahn at large. She managed this, untouched and unbothered, to find herself before the Amethyst Wyrm and the infamous forest. While she tread, apart from her clan, she hummed ancient elvan lullabies and played accompanying music on a pristine, pinnacle of perfection, white wood violin. Her instrument's bow, a petrified and wired branch of lavender, sung along with her melodic voice as it danced across the strings of its companion, drawing Xyndyn's ear and alerting him to the great stirring he would bear witness to.
A Drive Down the Road
Certain people, creatures, souls, come into our lives at certain times, in various forms, to teach us, shape us, and ultimately mold us into the beings we're supposed to be. A particular man, his dog, and another, which is the subject of this story, came into my life to brutally, and beautifully, show me just how much of a capacity for love I have.