David Rabbani
Bio
Full-time fan of Mystery, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Superhero, and Anime stories. Part-time aspiring author in the NY area. Open to constructive criticism, not criticism.
Stories (9/0)
T.A.N. - Talaria AI Network
Blinking away the last traces of sleep, Connor rubbed the sand from his eyes, wondering as he did so if the droning buzz he'd woken up to was a leftover from last night, or an actual swarm of bees hovering around his head. Sitting up in bed (too quickly, dammit his head hurt) he looked around his small apartment bedroom, trying to locate the source of the buzzing noise. It didn't take long to spot the gray drone hovering right outside his window with a large cardboard box attached to its midriff. The little robot was as close as it could get without its wings crashing into the glass, it's small red optical sensor swiveling around, scanning Connor's tiny apartment.
By David Rabbaniabout a year ago in Fiction
Inferno Legacy
His inner eyelid opened, slowly, tracking movement through the forest of the creature whose loud breathing had woken him from his slumber. Between the trees he saw a small human, a boy wearing a tunic too large for his little frame, wandering up a rough and poorly maintained path. He flicked out his tongue, tasting the air, smelling the boy’s fear and confusion, with a tiny dose of determination mixed in. He detected no other human scents nearby, though within a couple of leagues or so he smelled others, including one he’d encountered before. In fact, the scent of the boy, who was clearly lost, resembled that of the familiar one but with a stronger scent of determination. Perhaps his long wait was finally over. Perhaps he would be able to fulfill his father’s wishes after all. Sinuously, he moved his head forward until it was only a few feet from the path. Grasping some leaves, he spread them over his head. Motionless, he then concentrated for a moment. Just in time, as moments later the boy, clearly exhausted from walking up the steep path, sat down on his snout with a sigh. He waited a few seconds before shaking the boy off, then slowly rose to his full height. Unlike the last human he’d met, this boy didn’t run off screaming, instead holding his ground despite the growing scent of fear he emitted. He’s the one, he thought, opening his jaws in a grin that let his fangs sparkle in what little sunlight filtered through trees. He lowered his head towards the boy…
By David Rabbaniabout a year ago in Fiction
King, Traitor, Dragon-Slayer
Mildritha, all of three years old (three and three-quarters if you were to ask her), had only recently learned to walk, to run, and to talk. However, it wasn’t her inexperience with those new skills that had caused her to stumble and fall into a rough tree trunk. It was spotting a large creature in a nearby clearing with teeth like daggers tearing into a freshly killed cow that had disrupted her concentration. She knew she ought to stay still and quiet so the creature wouldn’t notice her, but the tree trunk had hurt her! I wish I was home she thought, reflexively starting to cry.
By David Rabbaniabout a year ago in Fiction