Fabricating Fiction
Bio
37, Married, and I live in Charlotte NC. I love writing and I do it often. You will see what I mean in a moment.
Stories (10/0)
"Dry Land"
We returned home from our long voyage all eager to see our families again. Some men were just eager to get back and find a saloon to drink the night away in as we had run out of rum weeks ago. Nonetheless, we all shared the same thought, dry land. It will be nice to be on solid ground even for seasoned sea dogs like us.
By Fabricating Fiction3 years ago in Horror
Revenge
I had searched for him nearly half of my life. The monster that destroyed my village and my family. I was away on a quest for the king that I succeeded in, though with great difficulty. The King had been attacked and his father killed in combat. He sent me to take his revenge and I did with skill. On my way home I imagined seeing my wife and daughter standing in front of our house at the village edge. I fantasized as to their smiles and beeming faces mirroring my own. Instead I arrived back at my home greeted with ash and collapsed buildings. Not even the bones of my loved ones could be found for burial.
By Fabricating Fiction3 years ago in Horror
"Lucky"
When Brian the bartender re-entered the Lucky Penny night club he removed his wet hat and coat. A young woman approached him and Brian placed both of the clothing items over her thin extended arms. She nearly collapsed from their weight with a grunt. Brian was not an eight to nine foot giant as one would periodically see around Dice City, but he was a menacing and broad seven foot five. Anytime he would meet a giant around the city they would call him tiny. In his youth that irritated him into fighting as often as possible even with the giants. As a result he learned to fight far too well early on. Anyone else would be dead by now except that Brian also learned to back off from violence until it was necessary. It was this educated reserve that brought him to the attention of the Head Chef. The current owner of The Lucky Penny night club.
By Fabricating Fiction3 years ago in Horror
"Is Idiot In The Phonebook?"
"How in the world are we supposed to find the Dahli? He's the best information dealer in Dice City. It's not like he wants to be found. Everyone knows, he finds you, not the other way around." Tony said stepping out into the night-time alleyway rain.
By Fabricating Fiction3 years ago in Criminal
The Spirit Of The Movie
If you check my internet history you'll notice a periodical pattern. About once a month there will be a website that lists the top ten sci-fi movies of 2019 or something similar. In my Vudu I'm always checking for similar movies to ones I already enjoy.
By Fabricating Fiction3 years ago in Motivation
Hat & Coat
Daniel's walked into the Lucky Penny lounge sharply scanning the evening crowd. Although the club was purposely dim and secretive, Daniel's experience as a police detective gave him a keen and quick eye for subtle detail. His experience as an assassin gave him a killers instinct.
By Fabricating Fiction3 years ago in Humans
"A True Sociopath"
I know that everyday life for the average person is hard. It's downright difficult to make money, provide for a family, and balance a schedule. In addition, constantly filtering your emotions through the accepted purifier of social norms is an unending task. For the run of the mill Tom, Dick, and Harry life is a constant struggle.
By Fabricating Fiction3 years ago in Psyche
"Cortado"
She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. She never could smell the kind aroma that constantly filled the air around her throughout the work day. But as the end of another grueling shift concluded, she would slowly begin to recognize the grounds of coffee microscopically floating in the air. Her silent partner in staying awake from dawn until dusk. They too were now off the clock and her work for the day was finally over.
By Fabricating Fiction3 years ago in Humans
Junkie
She'd been clean for three years now. At so many different times she didn't think it was possible. Now after all had changed, she was ready to make peace with her past mistakes. Though, she did have one more person she wanted to see. One more place she needed to let go.
By Fabricating Fiction3 years ago in Psyche
"Night Owl"
I never was one for sleep. That is I was never one for going to bed early. To my fathers perpetual dismay, I was a self proclaimed night owl. A fitting colloquialism since the average barn owl is a nocturnal predator. For the longest time I was proud of it, saying foolish things like, "I get my best work done at night." I made it a point to say things like that whenever I could, especially when Dad was within ear shot.
By Fabricating Fiction3 years ago in Families