Just a person who loves creating stories.
The tide rolled in and submerge a pair of boots, followed by torn pants, then finally a burned stomach. The salt water sunk into burned flesh and sent a painful shock throughout an unconscious man, jolting him awake. The man sat up, at first in shock, then pain, then amazement. He looked at the blue sky. The last time his eyes absorbed such a sight was almost 4 years ago and for a moment he thought he must be dead or dreaming. The pain he felt indicated to him that he was dying, which meant he was alive, if only barely.
Veins Of Kings
Shimly found the source of Renella's voice inside the bag which was a small metal wand with glowing inscriptions carved into its side with symbols that he did not recognize. The symbols glowed with yellow light as the wand talked. Shimly held up the wand and showed it to his two companions, inspiring amazement from all three.
If the window could think, it would need urgent therapy. After years of solitude, the glass that once filled it's pane was gone, and the window's wooden frame had grown old and stained with the yellow dirt that filled the air. It was dried from the inescapable heat and the colors it once brandished had long ago faded. It's structural integrity showed the cracks of time and war and, if it could move, it's slouched posture would surely represent an utter disappointment in it's creators. For the window had a history, and if a scientist could analyze the wood that composed the frame, countless discoveries would raise far more questions than could ever hoped to be answered. And if this scientist could simply sit and watch the events that had taken place through the view of the window, the scientist, too, would need therapy. The episodes witnessed through it's frame would repulse and mesmerize the scientist with violence, war, peace, love, tragedy, hope, despair, and just about any other characteristic that is so common to an unforgettable story. If it could think, it would simply sit, waiting for the next story to pass through it's frame like so many others had, hoping for some redeeming quality in the world around it.
The Times Ahead
As the dragon came closer to landing, its large figure covered the moon in the sky and created a monstrous silhouette that rapidly approached the thick forest below. The forest trees began to bend and fold with each mighty gust from its gigantic wings and its massive feet boomed and shook the earth as they made landfall, crushing everything beneath them. The dark figure held its towering head up high to examine the woods, listening carefully to the small cries that came from the forest below. The dragon then lowered its head and used its monstrous snout to track the scent of the crying creature. It quickly honed in closer until one of its sharp and heavy nostrils was gently pressed up against the source of the fragile cries, and with one more careful sniff the dragon knew exactly what layed weeping on the cold ground before it. The beast turned its head until one menacing eye towered over its target.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But the man could speak, and he could scream, and yell, and shout into the nothingness before him. Which was progress. A few moments ago he didn't have a mouth, let alone a body. When he awoke the only thing that existed was an endless black void filled with nothing but his own thoughts racing in confusion. So no, this void was not the vacuum of space, it was something else.
DeadTrip: Part 2
"What do you mean? You didn't see that man just hit me!?" Hunter was shocked. "Dude, you alright? You seeing shit already?" Stutter asked. Hunter looked at him concerned. "Dude you just fell to the floor, or at least I think you did. I didn't see exaclty what happened but you were right next to me and it seemed like you just callapsed, But no one got close to you. I know that for a fact" Stutter explained. "Maybe something flew and smacked you on the head."