Charlie Conlon
Stories (7/0)
Beyond The Gate
I don't care that the neighbors think I'm crazy. I don't care that my family doesn't visit me anymore. And I don't care that I haven't left my house in 15 years. With all the risks out there I'm not willing to put my life in jeopardy again. I'm not afraid of what happened. No, not at all. Just fed up. Besides, It's not safe for a 76-year-old woman to be walking around all by herself. I might sprain my ankle. Or be mugged. And with all the Uber Eats and Amazon services I don't have to leave.
By Charlie Conlon2 years ago in Fiction
The Statue That Knows
Molten metal. With a temperature of 2750 °F, one drop would slide through your skin, cooking the veins and organs inside your body in an instant. Carefully, I lowered the crane down, hooking to the steel ladle which carries 330 tons of melted aluminum. My line partner Chris and I guided the container over to the castings. Today's order is flag poles commissioned by the city of Detroit. Even with the aluminized PPE, and high heat face shielding, the intense energy radiating off the glowing metal liquid is still furiously hot as we slowly poured into the sand moldings.
By Charlie Conlon2 years ago in Fiction
He Who Comes At Night
Standing atop a snow drift peak, I looked down upon the hellish valley, and watched as the earth cracked open and released plumes of technicolored smoke into the air. I was too late. On a stone plateau my mentor stood with hands raised to the heavens, as hell spewed from the ground. I must warn the King. I must warn… everyone.
By Charlie Conlon2 years ago in Fiction