Darby S. Fisher
Bio
Young and tired writer of all sorts of things.
Adventure fantasy: Skeletons: Book One
Horror fantasy: Lonely Forest
Stories (29/0)
The Adventurer
To wake. To live, to breath. To search. The world is an ancient treasure chest, a sentient beast full of well kept secrets of creatures past. For as long as humans have wandered sandy shores, stalked thick jungles, slept on the moors of this great skin, the land has kept us. We have been fattened and thinned, bred and pruned. Humans are the livestock of something greater, bending over backwards at nature's whim.
By Darby S. Fisher5 months ago in Fiction
An interview with myself
As a reluctant member of Gen-Z, I do suffer from symptoms of youth. One of the major criticisms of my generation is we are narrisitic. We love to coat ourselves in labels and film ourselves doing everything under the sun from shopping to working to sleeping... and we expect money for it. Not all of us truly want to influencers, but most of us flirt with the idea of being popular, going viral, or having at least five seconds (our collective attention span) of fame. I think we just like the idea of being wanted, but I digress. That's a thought trail for another day.
By Darby S. Fisher7 months ago in Interview
- Runner-Up in Book Club Challenge
Compass FlameRunner-Up in Book Club Challenge
Fourth grade was a weird year for me. It led to other weird years, which have made up my life up to this point. For context, I have an older brother. When he aged into middle school, we had to switch our school campus. All of the people I knew and the halls I had spent hours and hours in were switched. I left my friends, got glasses, and attended class with a new group of 20ish kids who all knew each other since they were in kindergarten.
By Darby S. Fisher8 months ago in BookClub
Fred and Linda
In his living room, Fred sat in his underpants. His feet were propped up by the footrest of his armchair. The world buzzed around him. Between the repetitive chatter of the TV show, the hum of insects through the open windows, and the squeak of the ceiling fan, he had no space to think. He liked it that way.
By Darby S. Fisher10 months ago in Fiction
The Truth About Mermaids
Most people think that all mermaids have long, flowing hair, but that just isn’t true. If they did, then their hair would tangle and catch on everything from coral to small fish. Sand and seashells would collect in the mats, and frankly, that’s no way for a mermaid to live.
By Darby S. Fisher10 months ago in Fiction
The Shadow
Brother and sister see the same Shadow from the corner of their eye. Any time of year, Shadow may run by the windows, always outside. Sister turns her head at the strange movement, but Shadow is gone. She asks her brother if he saw that. He asks what she means.
By Darby S. Fisher11 months ago in Fiction