Daniel Pierce
Bio
Filmmaker, voice actor, producer. It all start with writing. All writing starts with listening. I’m always listening.
Stories (15/0)
Orpheum of Apocalypse
Darkness slushed onto her illuminate bare feet as she gazed helplessly onto a crumbling utopia dying before it had a chance to be called a home. Wake of the void would have sent a glacial shot of pain to her brain, but her mind was too numb to notice. She began to produce a tear.
By Daniel Pierce11 months ago in Fiction
Everhere, Neverthere
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But they can hear me dancing. Dancing with my daughter in her bedroom, with our sock-covered feet softly scuffing across the hardwood floor, smiling as my paternal admiration fell onto her sparkling blue eyes. With a gaze and an understanding beyond her years, she buried her head into my stomach and embraced me tighter than I’d ever known her to do. It was almost as if she was saying goodbye. Mystified by the spear of endearment, it hit me like the weight of the universe, and my heart ached to show her the same. My eyes welled and I hugged her just as tightly. Possibly the best day we’ve ever shared, a full day for all of us; her mother, now comfortably reading a book in our bedroom, and I, with the most beautiful being we’ve ever known. It was the life I had dreamed to have, I don’t even know how I got it.
By Daniel Pierce2 years ago in Fiction
Alpha Omega
The sound of metal rhythmically clanking in tempo woke Cal into darkness and a cold wind swept over his naked body. Waking him from what, he didn’t know. He could have sworn he was involved in something, but he was only at the edge of a memory and could not unlock anything in his mind.
By Daniel Pierce2 years ago in Fiction
The Hand of Fate
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Though, Celia felt she’d always been here in the immense comforts of the cabin’s warm air and hard wood cedar interior. The smell of chocolate and old books permeated her senses as she turned the page to her book she’d been far too much into, to venture outside today.
By Daniel Pierce2 years ago in Horror
Child of the Stars
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, nor were there mages, but what Aphelia just witnessed back in the city, was something more than such myths her grand-elder had relished in elaborate tales of folklore to her. She feared even he would be mystified by what she just witnessed, before all she knew, in her 9 years, was disintegrated into the plume of smoke now far behind her, ominous in its grim taunt over her hometown; its orange glow like a hellish ember burning against the calm admiral valley.
By Daniel Pierce2 years ago in Fiction
