Blake Booth
Bio
Just a small-town dude from Southern California making videos and telling stories the way I like to read them.
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Stories (5/0)
- Top Story - February 2024
Death SingsTop Story - February 2024
Floating out of the grey of the early dawn he had come. A phantom. A spectre. Lone and undeterred, unerring in his way, hailed by the blood song no mortal ear could hear. Down from the mountains came the misty white. It strode like ghosts through the wood, tiptoed over the sodden earth into the meadow and wreathed him who should not be.
By Blake Boothabout a month ago in Fiction
Favored
They only have two appetites. Only two. One, a need born of sustenance and the other a desire—a wanting. They breed our kind for children. Children sustain them. They drink from the young lives and draw from their unlived years. It is how they mastered their own mortality. But, I am no child. And, I have my tongue. They let us keep them. We who are born here. In the castle. We are bred for another purpose, their other appetite.
By Blake Booth3 months ago in Fiction
The Haunt
The forest favors my kind. This has always been so, for we were born here—we are its children. The Tahtanah (Redwoods) have watched over us since before we were a people, when there was only our Lady. Long before the elders had names or the moons sang our song, when our Great Light had yet to find her dawn, it was then that the might of these great woods called to us. It nestled us away in its forgotten places among the mountains’ father and its great stones, the ones that stand even to this day. There we stayed. We were safe and forgotten as the world was swallowed in fire and storm in the Time Before. It was then that the Great Water brought Our Lady to this land. From those shores she sojourned with the wind, trotting the wilds’ expanse until her feet led her here. The Sun had set on her people. There was not left but sorrow and shadow in what came to follow. She was their last, but she would not be their end. She is to us Mëshuni (Mother), for once the last of her people, but now she has borne a people—my people, the people of Elhuuntah (that is, the People of Wolfskin).
By Blake Boothabout a year ago in Fiction
- Top Story - March 2024
The Grey WoodTop Story - March 2024
The Grey Wood was silent in the morning fog, like ghosts walking at dawn. The earth was still the way it always was before it came alive. He stood there among the giants. Their roots crawling deep into the soil where they had fostered strength and wisdom from ages long since past. He let his fingers brush against their rough-wood skin as he passed by them. Tahtanah (Redwoods) was their name, or the name his people knew them by. Sentinels of the realm, they stood their vigil and never a word… but, he knew; they watched, they heard; they knew all... he could feel it.
By Blake Boothabout a year ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge
The Eldar FlameRunner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge
She ran. With all her might, with all her will, she ran. Her legs burned, her lungs ached in agony—breath white in the chilled winter air. She pulled her skirt high about her waist, never mind her shame; propriety would not save her now. Aaron roared behind her. They'd caught him. His voice turned shrill as they did what they did. She'd been witness to their slaughter in the streets, pulling babe and child apart with their talons and teeth. She suffered the terror of her love dying the same. Snot and tears ran from her face into the hair of the child she clutched.
By Blake Boothabout a year ago in Fiction