Glenn Whitlock
Bio
Mindless office drone by day. Fantasy and horror writer by night. Twin dad | https://linktr.ee/Glenn.whitlock | https://www.royalroad.com/profile/260959
Stories (8/0)
Downturn
Today the CDC announced revised self-isolation guidance for government and private employers. Self-isolation is now optional, and employers may grant or not grant it to symptomatic employees as they see fit. Virologists across the country are protesting these new regulations, stating this will only open the door for increased infections and chances for the virus to mutate into more virulent strains. This news comes amid the city-wide healthcare and public transportation workers' strike over last week's decision by the mayor's office to eliminate masking and social distancing mandates under pressure from anti-mask protests. In other news, NIH officials have stated that there is no evidence that the Omega variant is behind the increased strength and aggression of patients and any studies with these findings have yet to be peer-reviewed.
By Glenn Whitlock2 years ago in Horror
A Brewing War
Janryc stirred his tea as Astram described the situation with the rebels. He felt Janryc's unbridled rage rolling off him in great waves. He had to resolve this situation before any more people were hurt or killed. Yet, Janryc made that near impossible with his impulsiveness and cruelty.
By Glenn Whitlock2 years ago in Fiction
Flight of the Owl
Idahol followed her master through the labyrinth of black trees lit only by a hint of moonlight. She felt the cool night air on whatever skin that wasn’t covered by the simple brown tunic that hung to her knees which she cinched at the waist with her sword belt. In the distance, she heard the hoot of an owl ring out to any creature within hearing distance. The sound mixed with the soft crunching of leaves and twigs underfoot as she walked. Each step onto the layers of dead leaves kicked up more of the earthy smell which permeated the forest.
By Glenn Whitlock2 years ago in Fiction
The Longest Night
Eastauf crouched in the shadow of a chimney, staring at the towering wall. The sun was almost set, and the only light was a glimmer of deep purple behind the Castle of the Order. Both the Castle and the Imperial Palace faced each other from opposite sides of the city. Like two warriors that were about to do battle. Nothing stood between them, except for the homes of the minor nobility. She had to find a way into the palace without any of the guards seeing, but she couldn't see any. She could only see the polished helms of the guards on the parapet glowing in the twilight.
By Glenn Whitlock2 years ago in Fiction
Blood Isn’t Thicker Than Water
My dad died about a month ago. While I felt sad at first, mostly, I felt nothing. Turns out, I had already gone through the grieving process years ago. I thought I would at least feel something when his time came. I knew it would happen sooner, rather than later. When I stopped talking to him almost a decade ago, he was already old and in pretty terrible shape. Being an alcoholic and chain smoker, along with having 30 years of unresolved medical issues, does that.
By Glenn Whitlock2 years ago in Psyche
The Covenant of the Fae
Kataru tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for her turn to enter the portal. Her group had spent an eternity listening to Queen Alari drone on and on about how restoring the Covenant between the fae and humans will bring balance back to the realm. The speech captivated most of the assembled fae; however, it lacked a certain luster, considering what Alari usually said in private. Plus, she tired of the droning speeches from the queen and the elders. If she was going to be forced to do this, she wanted to get it out of the way.
By Glenn Whitlock2 years ago in Fiction
The Sculptor’s Last Work
Chris saw black trees whipping past the windshield, illuminated by the Corolla’s two headlights. It crashed into the guardrail. The impact threw him forward, and the seatbelt bit into his chest. It took a lot to faze Chris, but getting into a wreck on a deserted road, miles from civilization, did the trick. He took a few deep breaths and felt his heart rate decrease with each one.
By Glenn Whitlock2 years ago in Horror
