Georges-Henri Daigle
Bio
Trying to make sense of the worlds in my head, since the one outside often doesn't.
I mainly write fantasy, sci-fi and mystery, though I see no reason to limit myself.
Stories (20/0)
A Druid and an Elf Walk in a Tavern
The spark of an idea came to me one day when I was working. I had never written for my own enjoyment before, and I found myself imagining the characters my wife and I had played for a Dungeons and Dragons campaign going on adventures of their own. Once I got home, I pulled out the computer and started typing away until I had a full chapter, that I titled “A Druid and an Elf Walk in a Tavern”.
By Georges-Henri Daigle7 months ago in Writers
Growth is the Journey
My first memory is of strange, bulbous eyes inspecting me. The creature floated above the sand by moving its thin appendages and introduced itself as a fish. I was so small then, little more than a mound of pebbles, really, and no one paid me any mind. I observed the desolate plain of the seafloor endlessly, receiving the rare but welcome visitor from time to time.
By Georges-Henri Daigleabout a year ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Case - Chapter 7
The streets were silent as I slowly passed through them. I watched people come out of their buildings and walk mindlessly towards their work or to their cars, like they were on autopilot. I could see many others gripping their steering wheels tightly, too tightly in some cases, and smoking one puff after the next in rapid succession. These people were stressing themselves out about their day’s tasks before they had even begun, and for a moment I felt better about my situation. As strange as things may have gotten, at least I’m not stuck behind some desk crunching numbers repeatedly for the sake of some corporate overlord who doesn’t even acknowledge my existence as anything but an asset to him, or a drain on resources to be removed if I’m not profitable enough.
By Georges-Henri Daigleabout a year ago in Fiction
Recipient Unknown
Machine gun fire and explosions filled my ears. All around me my comrades were dying to the enemy forces faster than we could push them back. I pulled out a grenade from my belt and hurled it at the opposing trench. Screams and moans of protest answered the shockwave, but my triumph was brief. A stray bullet found me and sent me crashing to the ground.
By Georges-Henri Daigleabout a year ago in Fiction
Charlemagne's Game
A cold current wakes me. I slowly open one eye to see who disturbed the water. Just an angel fish looking for food. I open the other and adjust myself to match the coral I’m leaning on. I haven’t seen any sharks since I was put in this tank, but I know better than not to expect one. That’s what I learned when I was little and lived on the reef.
By Georges-Henri Daigleabout a year ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Case - Chapter 6
McMillan Exports’ old warehouse didn’t look any more inviting in daylight than it had at night. In fact, daylight made it more ominous than before, the worn concrete, rusted steel and broken windows made this eye sore stand out from the rest of the scenery. Yet, the building’s dilapidated state was only the second thing I noticed as I drew closer. There was a feeling of dread in the air, one I had felt on my first visit and felt even more now. I couldn’t have said where it came from, or what caused it, yet it lingered in the air as surely as the cold wind had announced a fresh layer of snow since this morning.
By Georges-Henri Daigleabout a year ago in Fiction