Casey Boomhour
Bio
A daydreaming writer trying for their dream.
Stories (6/0)
The Ruin of Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The thought was almost harder to believe than dragons having ever existed at all. Look long enough, and find the fractured pieces of something that used to be. Cities organized through color coded rooftops with windows large enough to fit a person, mounted with eternally unused perches. Skulls bigger than a giant’s, buried deep underground, and fossilized eggs that belonged to no bird.
By Casey Boomhour2 years ago in Fiction
The Face of Nameless Things
Once, there was a name. A small, flawed thing, riddled with holes like an old sweater too small for an adult’s frame. It was full of false tales and deceptive adventures, crafted to match the heart of a liar. But it had been hers, and hers alone.
By Casey Boomhour2 years ago in Fiction
The Porcelain Solider and the Changing House
Once upon a time, the broken pieces of a porcelain doll gave way to a toy solider underneath. This toy solider birthed from lies and manipulation was a lonely thing, and when an iron lock clamped over the door of her home, she could only steel her heart for so long.
By Casey Boomhour2 years ago in Fiction
All That Remains is Cake
Once upon a time, a wooden doll followed the whisper of a maze. The maze had no signature, no one to lay claim to its feat. There was a barren plot of land as the sun fell, and after the toys awoke from a night’s slumber, there was a maze with mossy walls and a well-trodden path.
By Casey Boomhour3 years ago in Fiction