Charlotte Spurge
Bio
24 Australian. Hobby writer.
Stories (4/0)
this is not a place of honour
*OUTGOING TRANSMISSION* Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That is a given; nobody can hear anything in the vacuum of space. There is no medium for sound to travel through. Space is the ultimate silence; we knew this when we came here.
By Charlotte Spurge2 years ago in Fiction
Anglerfish
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. “Look,” said Suzie, pointing past the tree line. The trunks flew past as they rode, the headlamps on their bikes lit to show the way on the empty and long road. A faint light flickered in and out between them, easily missed if not for the deep dark of the moonless night.
By Charlotte Spurge2 years ago in Fiction
Fire and Stone
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. It had belonged to humans, before. Farmers and lumberjacks, simple peasants and pagans who had lived in the deep forest. Until the dragons came from the north and took it for themselves. For three hundred years it had been their domain, a rotting tomb of bone and decay, the woods silent and deep, devoid of people.
By Charlotte Spurge2 years ago in Fiction