Daley Malpass
Bio
I aspire to be an author, but so far all I am is a hot mess. My stomach is a furnace and energy drinks are my coal.
Stories (4/0)
A Godless Eden
I shifted in my bed, grumbling a handful of groggy obscenities at the ruckus upstairs. It sounded like a plane was having a drunken affair with a steam engine, all roaring wind and bucking thuds. The damn tenants upstairs didn’t seem to understand how thin the floors were. If I so much as took a step out of bed, the grumpy prick below me would know. I knew this, of course, because every time I so much as tiptoed on a creaky board the bastard would scream like I'd just killed his cat.
By Daley Malpass2 years ago in Fiction
The Glory Days
Ahh, the delectable harrows of summer. The sweltering sun, the incessant buzz of insects you can never quite locate, the all-out warfare upon the grimy waves of a public pool. Summer gave us quarter from education, gave us a sense of childlike joy to explore and play under the warm embrace of the sun. Summer is a pillar of our childhoods, as equally important as a concept as it is a season. You see, summer isn't just a time of year, it’s an experience.
By Daley Malpass2 years ago in Feast
Forager
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Though some point in history one of the poor sods had dropped in and gotten it's ass sent hurtling out of its teeth. The general history of the valley was as vague as the aberrant mountains eclipsing it, a place utterly forgotten by the cities a mere day's march away. It's present state of affairs were far more enrapturing than its mysterious past, though. Nowadays, dragons flocked to the valley, challenged the incorporeal beast that lived inside it, and carked it as fast as a boozer gifted a free brewery.
By Daley Malpass2 years ago in Fiction
Heart of Silver
Charles Darling sighed. It was a sigh of insurmountable distress, the kind that echoed through centuries both forward and past. Such a sigh was irreplicable by the average man, for only a man distraught beyond his time could produce such a potent exclamation. Charles Darling had never expected to be the victim of such a sincere tragedy. These kinds of things happened to the average man, not a man like himself. And yet here he was, sat in the middle of a calamity.
By Daley Malpass2 years ago in Fiction
