Charlie C.
Bio
Attempted writer.
Achievements (1)
Stories (42/0)
Damnation
Sean Camillo’s uncle was dying. Sean was overjoyed. He strode up the long gravel path to his uncle’s mansion with a practiced sombre look on his face. Of the once fecund garden, there remained only brown grass and withered pear trees. The swimming pool he’d played in as a boy now housed a sheet of algae as long as a Cadillac. Entropy, disgusting.
By Charlie C. 3 years ago in Fiction
The Monster's Deathbed
How can so much evil hide inside such an ordinary person? When I went to Nate Webber’s deathbed, my first thought was that he looked like just another harmless grandfather. I trembled as I entered the ward, and my mouth was dry when I brushed aside the curtain to find him in his bed.
By Charlie C. 3 years ago in Fiction
Walking Without Purpose
There’s no sadder sight to a dog walker than a fellow dog walker walking alone, walking without purpose. Before empathy, your ribs tighten as you’re reminded your time will come too. And you look at your companion, maybe you give him an extra pat as his tail whirlwinds around, and you tell yourself you’ve still got a few more years, a few more months, a few more walks.
By Charlie C. 3 years ago in Fiction
The Beyond Lands
The green lights had condemned Itar sixteen years ago. All in his tribe knew that to disregard the omen would be to earn Aldarist’s punishment. Even now, as he prepared to march to the river, Itar could think only of the withered crops and emaciated herds they might suffer because of him.
By Charlie C. 3 years ago in Fiction