Carl G. Lilley
Bio
I am the former writer for Haunted Castle Gaming's tactical, collectible card game called Genesis: Battle of Champions. Currently writing the fantasy series, Desiderium.
Stories (5/0)
The Fabled Forest and the Harbinger of Doom.
In a far away land, beyond mists never navigated, upon shores uncharted, there grows a fabled forest. Not the sort of forest one might find in a park or around a great lake, or even at the edge of a frontier. It is vast, it is deep, and it is self aware. Every living thing that dwells beneath the sentient canopy possesses a measure of cognition, emotional intelligence, ethical idealism and above all, a hubris much like any member of a community that is ill content to become part of the scenery, to drift through existence unnoticed or apathetic towards what makes one unique. The fabled forest is filled with such highly attuned characters.
By Carl G. Lilleyabout a month ago in Fiction
The Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. As I walked cautiously toward it along the dimly lit hallway my mind played tricks. Perhaps it wasn't a mirror and someone else was walking toward me. I shifted left and so did they. I shifted right and again they moved as I moved. I had done this before, in a tight fitting doorway, trying to pass someone coming the other way when we both nervously laugh for trying to evade each other and make jokes of wanting to dance until one yields for the other to pass. It felt like that but something was off. I looked over my shoulder and then forward again. This had to be a mirror yet why would the hall end at a full sized mirror like this? From wall to wall and baseboard to crown, the image of the hall behind me was exact but the person approaching was not me.
By Carl G. Lilleyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Petrified Dragon
I was lost and alone in an ocean-sized rainforest. My people fled over the mountains. I do not remember the reasons why. I was little, perhaps only four summers, and I did not notice lagging behind. The fauna and wildlife distracted me. Butterflies, birds, lizards, and monkeys all around, it was wondrous to behold. Thirst and then hunger soon made me realize there was no one else around to get me what I needed. I wondered which direction to search; there was no path. The vine-wrapped trees all looked the same. The ferns bowed as I pushed my way through. It was difficult to see any rocks, unless they were bigger than me, beneath the swaying green foliage. I stumbled numerous times. I grazed my knees, banged my shins, and frequently jammed my toes. I had to make my way around a large, steep isolated rock hill that had thrust itself through the trees, touching the sky. I was too tired to climb. I came up to a large moss covered stone and hopped up to rest. I had no idea that it was a carved stone, purposely placed. I lay back and stared at the underside of the forest canopy. The treetops seemed to spin and for a while I lay with a sense of euphoria. A sound made me sit up. I sat there, oblivious to the signs around me of a former civilization that time had forgotten, that the forest had devoured, when I heard it again.
By Carl G. Lilleyabout a year ago in Fiction
Celestial Penance
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. They are wrong, for I can hear them. They echo across the eternal expanse, filling the void. They transcend space and time, juxtaposed with the abyssal magnitude of my mind--but I gave up screaming millennia ago, or so it feels. Floating, weightless, the speck of earth no longer visible. Has anyone traveled further? Perhaps.
By Carl G. Lilley2 years ago in Fiction
The Tour of Dragonvale Falls
"There weren't always dragons in the valley. In fact," the old guide pulled off his rickety spectacles, huffed onto the glass, and rubbed them with a loose fold of his grey robe. "There, that's better," he muttered as he reinstated them on his long nose. "Now where was I?"
By Carl G. Lilley2 years ago in Fiction