Casey White
Bio
Father of Four, Finder of a Soul Mate, Video Game Designer, World Builder, Writer, Lover of Life.
Stories (12/0)
The Unity Protocol
Curr Work in Progress: Come Back Later
By Casey White11 months ago in Fiction
A Tale of Wickedness and Righteousness
The room around him constricted his breathing, he couldn't do anything but scramble helplessly on the ground toward the door. As his hand touched the wooden knob he jerked back, a fuzzy black ant was crawling down the door making eerie clicking sounds. He scrambled backward as the black ant grew in size and hopped around on the floor in front of him.
By Casey White2 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Wickedness and Righteousness
Dark clouds loomed eerily around the snow-capped mountains; wind was still along the peaks causing the clouds to become thick and omnipresent. Fog spread through the forested valley from the nearby coast, aiding the clouds in hiding earth from the moonlight. Native fog-flowers gave off a mystical light when the oceans fog spread throughout the forest.
By Casey White2 years ago in Fiction
In Us, Hope - Part One
Thousands of footprints marked a trail through the sandy dunes, only to disappear from the howling sandstorm that threatened the lives of the last remnants of a fairly impartial country. They were hearty, or stubborn and their ancestors had devised a plan for this situation. It was, to them, a sort of pilgrimage; a journey that would get their spirits ready for the tough road ahead.
By Casey White2 years ago in Fiction
Odd World
Like a red giant hiding behind a celestial storm, a saffron hue shined from beneath a star embossed bottlecap. Muffled bangs resonated from that crushing prison; a pair of miniature boots rapping against its veneered interior. Silvery clouds awoke at the base of the bottlecap as its sharp edge scraped the mangled fabric. Without anyone to hear its perpetual pounding, this trapped creature was left to struggle alone.
By Casey White3 years ago in Fiction
Odd World
Across the wide-open skies of Impar, the odd world, there happened upon a deciduous dogwood leaf gliding through a pristine sky. Now, typically this is a good indicator for the coming of winter, but this leaf was alone and not at all winter colors. It had, in fact, been flying for an uncountable amount of time, as it was just a leaf.
By Casey White3 years ago in Fiction
Hot Light
Ashes fell from the blackened sky. Sulfur scarred the lining of his nostrils as he struggled to breathe the inhospitable air. Falling to his knees his gaze fell upon a locket, he reached out. Fingers writhing in pain. As he neared the locket, he noticed its heart shape glowing a faint red, almost beating. Reaching closer toward the locket he watched as his flesh peeled from his bones evaporating into ashes as his muscles touched the locket he was enveloped in a bright, hot whiteness.
By Casey White3 years ago in Fiction
