Daryl Benson
Bio
Just trying to write a little on the side to see if anything can come of it.
Stories (28/0)
Simplified Photography Editing
Although I have did digital imagery and digital art creation for previous companies when working for them. When it comes to my own photography, I find that I’m often the exception to the digital world. I like my images to reflect the natural state in which I took them. Perhaps this lends itself to honesty or creativity, I’m not sure, but I don’t like to do massive photo edits.
By Daryl Benson3 years ago in Photography
The Ashen Horse
“It has become a national issue, Josie,” commented Tim. Timmy Burkman, senior detective for the Federal Bureau of Investigation, preferred to be called Tim. This steaming pile of excrement had fallen on his plate, and although he didn’t want to get anywhere near it. He had to defend the company line to Josie, a lieutenant in the Salt Lake City Police Department.
By Daryl Benson3 years ago in Horror
Nightmares in the Morning Mist
“They are everywhere! Run!”, Thomas screamed at the top of his lungs. His face was cringed in complete fear, and the blood had drained leaving only a ghostly white appearance. He lumbered forward, stumbling; the tears and scratches all over his body showed his deplorable state. He shrank down on one knee as he slowly lost his strength.
By Daryl Benson3 years ago in Horror
Road Rage
I was just minding my own business that day. It really wasn’t my fault. I’ve told everyone I wasn’t to blame. Let me tell you what happened, get it all out there, on record. I mean, clearly you-coppers aren’t going to believe me, but I’m telling you straight up this is what went down.
By Daryl Benson3 years ago in Humans
The Ashen Horse
She quietly chuckled as she read the morning papers out of Cape Cod, Massachusetts. They had brazen stories about how ‘The Ashen Horse Strikes Again’. She, of course was on the other side of the country having left early the previous morning. The stories reported how the killer had brutalized the two victims. She really thought that was quite unfair, she had been surprisingly efficient and clean in her work. They barely suffered; all things considered. Rumors had it that he deserved three times what he got if half the stories were reliable.
By Daryl Benson3 years ago in Horror
Street Hustle
The thirteen-year-old girl, Princess, stood on the shadows of the streetlight. It was dark but it wasn’t entirely dark just yet. The sun had set, but the late-night hue still populated light throughout the darkened streets. She was one of his many street workers. The police came down a lot lighter, by law, for those under the legal age limits. This made them the perfect little soldiers. He had realized this quickly, and then had went on to further notice it was even more predominate with females. He was an adept entrepreneur, which means as soon as this was made obvious to him, he had immediately started recruiting exclusively girls. Now he had a small army of ten to fourteen-year-olds running his street corners.
By Daryl Benson3 years ago in Criminal
Murder on the Mind
She was imagining how she would dig his grave. Perhaps it would be move enjoyable if she made him dig it, that seemed more fitting. Somehow there was a justice in it if he had to dig his own. The slow steady rhythmic thrumming of the shovel, the quiet finality of it. To be resigned to the fate that awaited upon completion. There was a justice there.
By Daryl Benson3 years ago in Criminal
The Ashen Horse
The assassin slowly watched the sunset over the coastline. She was patiently awaiting the dark, for it was the dark when she came alive. The rest of the time she was just an imposter, but it was in the night when she was her true self. Only in the silence of the night.
By Daryl Benson3 years ago in Horror
Hack the Planet
He idly stared at the walls, rolling his thumbs deep into the palms of his hand. Over and over, staring at the walls. It was lights out, so the entire prison was dark. It was quiet, as quiet as a prison ever got, which wasn’t very. He continued to stare at the walls. The walls were stark, depressing, and entirely uncreative. There were cracks, he had memorized them all, counted them all. He considered naming them, but perhaps that was going to far.
By Daryl Benson3 years ago in 01
Just Another Dive Bar
She walked down the street, deep in thought about the events from the past week. She didn’t see her tail, even though he wasn’t being particularly careful. She was too self-absorbed in her own thoughts. She had been going by the name Jasmine of late, perhaps that was to hide from her past, perhaps it was to start afresh. She didn’t even know anymore.
By Daryl Benson3 years ago in Criminal
When The Battle Was Played
The two old men faced each other over the expanse of the battlefield. They had been here before. Over the distant field of battle their eyes locked on each other, their armies arranged in front of them. The two kings had been mortal enemies for time untold. Even over the vast space between them on the battlefield, their sneers of contempt were evident as their eyes locked with each other.
By Daryl Benson3 years ago in Gamers