E.N. Gussler
Bio
Writer. Photographer. World-traveler. Adventurer. Ohio State Alum.
A California native living in Ohio, I pull inspiration from my travels & life around me.
Co-creator: VoyagersPen.com
Stories (17/0)
Touched
“Stop him!” As the smoke cleared, they saw me. I turned and ran as far and as fast as my legs would take me. Round corners, past shops, between mothers clinging to their baskets, stepping away from me as I ran through the crowded market. My worn-out shoes caused my heel to make contact with the hot earth, my breath stinging my lungs, gripping the small token in my hand I ran towards home. I could see it just ahead as I came around the old factory wall, our three room cracker-box house with the sunbaked walls, pockmarked by the frequent dust storms. It was the largest in our row. Suddenly I’m whipped around, stopped in my tracks by the tight grip on my right arm. I fight to break loose, the token goes flying from my hand and buries itself into the dust. In a heartbeat I’m surrounded by Enforcers, glaring at me from behind their shielded helmets, pointing at me with gloved fingers.
By E.N. Gussler2 years ago in Fiction
Get Your Kicks
At the end of a long highway stands a sign that reads “Santa Monica Pier”, welcoming visitors to the unique beauty of California’s beaches. Dotted with the stunning stretches of white sand, contrasted by the green and brown of rocky cliffs, the dramatic terrain is interrupted by precariously perched houses, scratching out a piece of sky and coastline to call their own.
By E.N. Gussler2 years ago in Humans
Alderton Estate
The quiet lapping of storm-tinged waves brush against the rocky edge. Burning through the heavy fog, amber fingers of sunrise force its retreat from shore. Mist hangs between the trees, casting an eerie glow across the grounds leading to the house. Sinewy strands of shadow claw at the gravel driveway, flanked by overgrown trees.
By E.N. Gussler3 years ago in Horror