Charlie C

Joined June 2021

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Attempted writer.

Stories (33/0)

Last Train
A faint droning noise pierced his dreams. Seconds later, his eyes opened. The ceiling was elaborately decorated with spiralling patterns that reinvented themselves the closer you looked. He spent a solid minute staring at their languid movements. Then, someone screamed.
By Charlie C24 days ago in Fiction
Why I Don't Go Hiking Anymore
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.” “Don’t bother.” I can’t help speaking up. How long I’ve sat here, listening to Augustus’s twaddle.
By Charlie Cabout a month ago in Fiction
Scared of the Living
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. “Cut that out,” said the first of the three wavering figures to materialise in the old hunter’s cabin. “You want everyone to know we’re here?”
By Charlie C2 months ago in Fiction
Tooth and Scale
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley.” Rurik sat in the shade of a hostel balcony, letting the crier’s speech float by. He tilted up the brim of his hat to inspect the man, then spat between his teeth. A typical city-dweller – not used to the realities of this new world.
By Charlie C2 months ago in Fiction
Firebringer
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley.” The children huddle around to hear Old Jarka’s story. “I’m old enough to remember the time before – before the Firebringers.”
By Charlie C2 months ago in Fiction
Greg Diggle: Chosen One
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley…” David Attenborough’s voice floated from the living room. Sprawled out in the basement, Greg Diggle lifted his throbbing head from the concrete floor. Why had he even come down here?
By Charlie C3 months ago in Fiction
Wildfire
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley.” The veteran’s tone was heavy with weariness. He led Kali through the sprawling war camp at an infuriatingly sluggish pace, dragging one leg in the dust. The deeper they went, the more Kali ground her teeth. The scrutiny of hundreds of Wildfire troops was like pins scraping her skin.
By Charlie C3 months ago in Fiction
The Scorched
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. By the tombstone-grey palls of smoke unfurling toward the blackened sky, Shad knew they were too late. The Scorched emerged onto a shelf of rock overlooking Maera’s Valley, and any hopes he might’ve harboured were snuffed.
By Charlie C3 months ago in Fiction
Lord of Dusk
Autumn has come. Already, the grasslands are vibrant. The old and weak taste their death in the bitter cold. The unprepared panic, scrambling for food. Like ripples on a pond, the sounds of my subjects make patterns in the dusk. Some are so desperate they crash through the grass with no instinct for stealth.
By Charlie C7 months ago in Fiction
Seven Steps to Perfection
“Are you ready to achieve the real you?” asked the attendant, all painted grin and shining enthusiasm. Barney Coyle nodded before his vocal cords complied. His voice emerged soft, weak, croaky and strained. “Yes.”
By Charlie C9 months ago in Fiction
The Parasite
“John Townley,” called the doctor. John Townley got up from his chair, the familiar scuttling of nerves under the skin of his arms.
By Charlie C9 months ago in Fiction
New Money
Sam Howes rolled himself to the end of his bed, groped for the waiting glass of cider, drank, then groaned. It had been three years since he won the lottery. So much money. And even more since then.
By Charlie C10 months ago in Fiction