Hello! I'm a 20-year-old horror and fantasy writer looking to gain experience on this wonderful platform! I'll write the occasional short stories and opinion posts, so please stick around.
The Dark Expedition
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. They were once lizards that crawled along the ground and through the roots of the great Arch Trees, but now they soared to their canopies and roosted there among hovels inhabited by low-lives and mercenaries. This was the region of Arcadia, one of the few where humans still reigned after The Blackening.
Nonsense Makes True Meaning
Fallen leaves littered the quiet, rolling hills under the twilight, purple sky. Filled with the oh-so mundane movement of the birds in their delicately woven nests and the squirrels that sped through trees like snails through syrupy wastelands. Oh, how beautiful the unnamed land in its lifeful tragedy—yet still so lifeless.
Deal with the Devil
Context, I made this story to fulfill a specific prompt: (At 18 you got your power; the ability to vaporize anyone you wish with just a touch. By 38 you’re the most feared villain the world has known. However, exactly 20 years to the day, your first victim rematerializes. Turns out you’ve just been sending people 20 years into the future all this time)
Ascension: Chapter 1
500 miles out, the last traces of civilization mere pebbles under the soles of hiking boots. Ancient oak trees surrounded us on all sides. The sun had long since left us, consumed by the ocean of bark. Only the sound of our laughter pierced through nature's cage—our idiotic jokes falling on the deaf, unfeeling ears of the world around us. It howled back an equally cold wind.
All light was gone. Its warm touch that caressed his ailing figure faded ever more into the darkness. It was now a memory, a distant sight that reached out to him. A stretched-out hand could maybe grasp it! Just one more time. To be warm just one more time would be a blessing—yet such things are a lie.