J.R Bevier
Bio
Student of Architecture and writer for the fun of it, in the meantime.
Stories (3/0)
Dragons a Dozen: Ten Pence a Pair
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. There weren’t always dragons nesting in the bustling city of Acklemare - not until a little magic trick decided otherwise - a trick so small and quaint, harmless and repetitive, to be confused with the act of stewing carrot and onion broth. Only, without the carrots and onions. Any old literare squibbler could read up on the process if they pleased in a pocket sized, ornately illustrated manuscript titled: “Mars AnteCariot’s ‘Cooking Up Dragons,” not to be confused with simply “Cooking Dragons'' by a very different author. The little ritual goes as follows:
By J.R Bevier2 years ago in Fiction
Letters for Erika
Erika Metzer stopped counting the days until time became a bent wire; still vaguely stretching off to distant points, though obscured by fog, with its previously striking electric buzz fading to a sluggish sensation. She had no need to keep a schedule. She worked whenever she pleased, meaning that there were many a day spent silently loafing with a smile only on exceptional occasions (usually pertaining to short videos of cats or dogs, whose humor and charm remain immortal.)
By J.R Bevier3 years ago in Futurism