Daniel Gilliam
Bio
I don't care about politics, making statements or changing minds. All I want is to entertain people with the kind of stories that I would enjoy reading. I hope to create and to only create for the sake of creating.
Stories (9/0)
Designation Beta 9 (ch. 1)
Seven of our squad had already been neutralized and at the pace we were moving, the rest of us were going to be next. The thick trees and vegetation around us made it hard to detect movement, so to keep directions of attack to a minimum, I and the remainder of my squad that managed to stay together were hunkered behind a fallen tree.
By Daniel Gilliam5 months ago in Fiction
Dragon Masters Ch. 4
A few days after the dragon that attacked me in that alley way, and when Gwen took me to see her grandfather, the headmaster of Noreen University, I decided I’ve had enough adjusting time to my new situation. You’d think after suddenly being magically transformed and bonded at a spiritual level to a common lizard, a person would have a bit of trouble accepting their new reality, but apparently not.
By Daniel Gilliamabout a year ago in Fiction
Dragon Masters Ch. 3
As Gwen and I walked through the crowded campus of Noreen University, or NU, I kept getting strange looks from the other students. We passed people I was acquainted with and each face I recognized, didn’t recognize me. That is, until they starred long enough to know the once scrawny nerd from their math class changed dramatically overnight.
By Daniel Gilliamabout a year ago in Fiction
Unwilling
Isabelle sat quietly at the dining table in the middle of their small home. Her father, rested his head in his hands. Though a heavy burden was lifted from his shoulders, another, heavier, weight crushed him without mercy. Eventually, Isabelle spoke, “So, you want me to leave?”
By Daniel Gilliamabout a year ago in Fiction
Unwilling
A grown woman, at least by her own standards, Isabelle sat at the grind stone in her father’s forge. The large stone was being spun by the waterwheel being dipped into the river right outside the workshop. The river wasn’t the grandest, and Desmond, on more than one occasion, complained about the slow speed of the running water.
By Daniel Gilliamabout a year ago in Fiction
Unwilling
The forest had gotten dark faster than Isabelle had thought. Then again, how would such a young child barely out of her infant years be able to tell time, let alone predict how fast it moves. The dark crept around her as did the chill of the night. The small blanket she wrapped herself in did very little to hold the cold at bay.
By Daniel Gilliam2 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Masters
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. And I used to be able to enjoy a lunch outside without my fries being stolen by one either, but here we are. I tried to swat away the little thief, but the winged lizard kept nipping at my hand. Exasperated, I pulled off a chunk of my beef wrap and tossed it into the grass of the quad. The yellow spotted dragon attempting to steal my whole lunch, launched itself after it. I picked up the remainder of my lunch and fled the scene. You’re not supposed to feed wild animals, but I just wanted to be left alone. Who ever that thing pesters next, I’m sorry.
By Daniel Gilliam2 years ago in Fiction
