Dustin Walker
Bio
Thanks for visiting my page!
I have aspired to be a writer for most of my life, and now I am finally becoming serious about it. I appreciate your support as you join me in this endevor, and I welcome your honest feedback as it helps me grow!
Stories (6/0)
The Lostling
1 Xyranna spied the wreckage from a mile in the air. In a remote area far away from human kind, where it was free for dragons to fly in the open without usually being seen, the sight of something unnatural to the wild was enough to shift Xyranna’s mood from one of sorrow to one of curiosity.
By Dustin Walker7 months ago in Fiction
Quantum Dust
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It was one of the first things you were told when learning to Star Jump. I think it was meant to comment on the fact that most people that try to Star Jump are likely to think they can survive any and all bad decisions, because you only go Star Jumping if you’re one of those types that can’t experience happiness unless you’re doing something death-defying, or you’ve got a subtle desire to commit suicide and don’t want to make it obvious.
By Dustin Walker10 months ago in Fiction
The Therapy Technique that Allowed me to Leave the ER
A few years ago, I came down with a stomach bug that freaked me out. I had been in the bathroom so many times that I’d started to get dizzy and felt myself beginning to lose consciousness, and thinking that’s not how I wanted to be found, I dialed 911.
By Dustin Walker10 months ago in Psyche
How I Help People With Anxiety
Anxiety today could be considered a universal experience. Nowadays it seems as though if you aren’t anxious, you are considered to be the exception rather than the rule. Anxiety has become such a huge part of our experience that it would be almost strange to think that it might not have as much power over our lives as it does.
By Dustin Walker11 months ago in Psyche
At the Sound of the Toll...
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Seth paused for effect and took a long drink from his heavy tankard. He thunked it on the table so that ale slopped over the side, and he grinned at the little girl sitting on the lap of one of the other men sitting at the table. She stared wide-eyed at the storyteller, holding onto his every word as though her life depended on it.
By Dustin Walker11 months ago in Fiction
