Crystal Ayers
Bio
Merely an aspiring author drifting by on the tides. Spinning phrases to build worlds to paint portraits to fill space; allowing symphonies of lyrical colloquy to fill the time as it flows.
Stories (32/0)
'Did I make you proud?'
Dear dad... er mom? I guess you would rather be called mom than dad? But uncle Dev told me that a name, or title was power, the more names that someone has, the easier it is for them to be grounded in reality... Dad you're stupidly strong you know, like the gods we learn about. It isn't because you were polymorphed or anything, it's just you are dad. You’re my dad, I might be the only one who can ever call you that, but I’ll always call you dad.
By Crystal Ayers2 years ago in Fiction
Three things to say; Rhetorical Questions to follow
Mother: (verb) To bring up (a child) with care and affection. Dated: To give birth to. To the woman who delivered me, perhaps you carried me in your womb for nine months. That is the only courtesy that you have given me in truth. I confess, you had me fooled; I believed that the stories you would read to me, the times we would spend together were precious. However, as I have grown, I have learned that they were merely a means to an end. You are the only one who doesn’t know this confession, it’s the world’s worst kept secret.
By Crystal Ayers2 years ago in Confessions
Deep in the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. This land was a desolate land, a pyre, smoldering in anguish, mourning the fallen kings. The majestic rulers of the skies smited by their own arrogance, naivete and gods who turned against the creator.
By Crystal Ayers2 years ago in Fiction
Dreaming dreams
A dream is a wish your heart makes, while you’re sound asleep. However I dream a waking dream, I aspire to inspire. My plans for this year are but a penny in the pond of problems, a mere page of the bible we call the works of our countries, of our world as its whole. It has been my goal to become a published author, and very recently I was asked to speak out my story. Reality can be stranger than fiction, more horrifying than any Friday the Thirteenth or Gremlin.
By Crystal Ayers2 years ago in Humans
Types of Love
“What is love to you?” Even now I ponder that, sitting in a coffee shop spinning a straw through the foam of my cocoa. I smile into the cup as I lift it to my lips closing my eyes and enjoying the warmth flowing through me. This is one type of love, of course. The love of a food or a taste, the warming sensation that brings a smile to your face without your awareness. The alluring scent that brings a flush to your face after the biting cold redness has gone away. But, I don’t think that’s love to me.
By Crystal Ayers2 years ago in Humans
Fair Feathered Fiend
‘Ah…. How dreadfully boring.’ The glorious yellow lune was glowing brightly in the sky, to the point it was quite irritating and painful to the eyes bathing in the dark. It was annoying to go out into the light, after all the darkness was my favorite sort of night; Pitch black, overcast or chilled. My victims could never hear me coming, it was easy to sneak up on unsuspecting prey and pierce their flesh before they could scream. Nothing beats the shrill scream in their final moments, feeling the warmth gush out as blood pools around us as their bodies go still. Such an addictive and alluring thing, the life of a predator is addicting.
By Crystal Ayers2 years ago in Fiction
Crystallically Me
Hello there~ Pleasure to meet you darling! My name is Crystal, lovely name right? I couldn’t stand it for the longest time, honestly. I mean, the name of a stone? Sure it’s a beautiful gem, but… Did you know that you can forcibly change the color? Yup! It’s science, you need some dye, a torch and patience. But drop the heated crystal in the dye and it’ll drink it up. Though my story is just one of the dime a dozen out there~ I was harassed and degraded into a corner until I wouldn’t show my own color, I was a crystal that hid in the dark; easy enough to mix me up with onyx at that point, ne? I’ll bring you a little bit into my past for how I fell so deeply into the dark, and what finally broke me out of my geode~ I’ll attempt to spare you the puns (no promises!)
By Crystal Ayers2 years ago in Confessions
Seafaring Flames
Phweet~ A clear high pitch sound echoed across the vast blue ocean, emitting from a tiny golden whistle specially designed to have a unique tone. A large ship rocked on the clear waves, the whistle’s owner sat perched on the bowsprit, legs dangling off the sides. With one arm wrapped around the teenager with a snaggle toothed smile blew the whistle once more before letting it drop down to his chest and dangle on it’s silver chain.
By Crystal Ayers2 years ago in Fiction
On Active Duty, Submerged Pandemonium
August 21, 2182 Did you know? In the U.S. Navy, there is a tradition that refuses to allow wandering souls their rest. Even now there are implications that are unnerving and fuel unnecessary apprehension. If a submersible went missing while working, it would forever be classified ‘On Active Duty.’ Leaving a lingering unease in the air, the implications they could one day return from duty were strong. What would happen should those crafts ever return?
By Crystal Ayers2 years ago in Fiction
A day with Gram
"Is she breathing?" "Yes, she's awake and alert and in a lot of pain, she can't get up and says she hit her head." "Paramedics are on their way, please don't move her and be ready to flag them down." The shortest 41 second phone calls, the most painful 2 minute wait while someone you love is in agony.
By Crystal Ayers3 years ago in Families