An eclectic collection of the fictional and nonfictional story ideas that have accumulated in me over the years. They range from all different sorts of genres.
I hope you enjoy diving into the world of my mind's constant creative workings.
He wasn't even supposed to be on that ship. ...or maybe he was. The more that I think about it, about him, the fonder and more hurtful the memories become. But I don't resent or regret them. Not a single one. When I left home, little had I known I would feel this way.
Sometimes when obstacles present themselves, disillusionment descends upon us in what seems to be various cloaks. It can be difficult to see through the roadblocks, and even much more difficult to see them as opportunities or perhaps even signs for our life's road to take a different turn or deviation.
"Oh My Goodness..."
"Let's do the ouija board tonight!" Jeremy sounded super excited over the phone. He was a friend of mine I met when he used to be my supervisor at a movie theater. We went back about seven years—seven years of sharing similar interests, including paranormal-related subjects like ouija boards.
Benighted: (4) The Case of the Passage Ceremony
“Here. Go on, hold it.” Zelmyr stared at the large tome being offered by his older cousin. It was bound in mahogany leather with an embedded symbol of a crow, a crescent moon, and a dragon’s claw on the front. His bright turquoise eyes roamed along these details along the cover, also taking notice of the black tassel that hung from between the center of the pages.
Benighted: (3) The Case of Sisters in the Snow
The frost did not affect him as it would most people. Zelmyr was accustomed to cold surroundings, having had spent countless days and nights in catacombs and mausoleums. Such had been the requirement for him and his kind.
Benighted: (2.1) Elmo Moretti's Case & Skibbers
Nighttime’s blanket had encompassed the small city for hours. Zelmyr sat against the wall in his home, mulling over the facts he discovered just as the outside darkness had fallen. Guido Moretti had murdered his own uncle, and Zelmyr was the only one who knew—the only one who had evidence.
Benighted: (1) The Case of Marisol
She had been blind. Young too—probably around seventeen or eighteen years old. Zelmyr was able to determine this information solely based on the fallen petals along the ground. She had sold flowers—marigolds to be specific. Her vivacious air registered through the petals and into his slender fingers.