Brandon Alpert
Stories (3/0)
Contentment unto Freedom
In a time more gentle, when she was smaller, when her feathers were shorter, when her talons were duller, she was content with her four walled world. Content to dwell among the sleepers as her kind did, to find comfort among the slumbering forms of porcine and equine and bovine, to feed on the vermin which nipped at their feet in the night. To flutter and dance between perches of wood and straw and rope as moonlight cast its celestial spotlight over her nighttime ballet.
By Brandon Alpert2 years ago in Fiction
The Dead Queen and the Pelagic Court
He'd spotted it three days earlier while pacing the concrete shoreline of the plague pit that, in better days, was known as Emerald Grove Luxury Condos. It was a bog now, a mire of viscous, oily corruption that no light could pierce and where no life would ever again bloom, save for those preternatural horrors which stalked its depths, awaiting the scent of blood. The tremors had sunk the neighborhood into an asphalt canyon and the black water had bubbled up like a geyser, filling the crater at an impossible pace, drowning the bulk of the survivors. Those that yet lived fell prey to the things the water carried in. All that remained now to tell of the original inhabitants were sun bleached bones pitted with corrosion, and those few roofs which peeked above the surface, looming with the mournful dignity of old tombstones.
By Brandon Alpert3 years ago in Horror