Christopher Schalk
Bio
I grew up in Colorado on a magical hill with an amazing imagination. I would spend countless hours trekking through the woods with my best friend, making up and acting out stories. I discovered my love of writing in the eighth grade.
Stories (2/0)
The Spy
Slowly, she began to regain consciousness. She opened her eyes slightly and was blinded by the brilliant lights in the room. She squinted and tried to move her arm to block out some of the light, but her arm wouldn’t respond. In fact, she couldn’t feel anything below her collarbones. It wasn’t that she was restrained, but rather that she simply didn’t have a body. How could that be? She was awake, and her eyes obviously worked, but why didn’t the rest of her.
By Christopher Schalk3 years ago in Fiction
Reclaiming Azuria
The large conference room sat seemingly empty. The bright sunlight shone through the hall’s large arched windows, filling the entire room with brilliant light. Everything inside was radiantly white. The high, vaulted ceilings were decorated with intricate carvings of fruit and cherubs, and surrounding the room was wide, tall windows that revealed grand vistas of the land for many miles. In the center of the room was an enormous table with a remarkably large white chair at its head. This is where the kimetar sat during his meetings. Next to the kimetar’s chair, in the corner of the room, stood an ornate, waist-high white pedestal upon which sat a red velvet pillow adorned with gold stitching around the edges. On the pillow rested a smooth orb created from perfectly pure diamond. Around the table, smaller chairs of the highest quality sat empty, save one. At the opposite end of the table from the seat of power, a man reclined, gazing out one window over the cloud tops which covered the land in all directions. He looked young, mid-thirties perhaps, yet he had glistening white hair that billowed over his head and flowed beautifully down to his shoulders. He was dressed all in white. On the table next to him were two small envelopes.
By Christopher Schalk3 years ago in Fiction
