J.S. Daniel
Bio
J.S. Daniel is an African-American writer from New York City. He has a penchant for horror and fantasy and tends to mix those mediums in his storytelling with a dash of his own eccentric personality.
Stories (7/0)
The Tribes of Maw Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. My great-grandfather, Chief Searing Cloud, used to tell me stories about how life was for my people before we encountered the great drakes. The nine tribes that made us up, now unified, once held nothing but malice in their hearts for one another. We were quick to anger which in turn made us hateful creatures who killed one another over things that could easily be shared. Things like land and natural resources, now bountiful, felt finite then so we sent our children to fight and die for centuries.
By J.S. Daniel2 years ago in Fiction
Jonah and the Mére
SILLY SNORKELER LAUGHED OUT OF CARIBBEAN MARINE BIOLOGY CONFERENCE He waved the tablet in the air, shouting and gesticulating so wildly, the small boat rocked back and forth, disturbing the otherwise still sea. “I seriously cannot believe how quickly they dismissed me! The proof was right in front of them, and they barely gave it or the ‘silly snorkeler’ the time of day. I mean, come on, how can you deny what’s right in front of you!”
By J.S. Daniel2 years ago in Fiction
Omega
I'm sorry, but I don’t want to talk about the shift. It's a raw and visceral experience that I'd prefer not to go in on. You'll have to ask someone else. Coming here was hard enough and I'd rather take things slow, if that's alright with you. But, if you think it’s worth anything, I don't mind talking about some of the cultural things like being in a pack. Yeah? Okay.
By J.S. Daniel2 years ago in Fiction
Resolute
I think the first few decades are the best, but also the most deceiving. I mean, it’s eternal life, right? You fool yourself into believing things can only ever go uphill. All your normal, earthly problems and concerns, debt, estranged family, distant lovers, shitty friends, don’t matter anymore because you’ll outlive them all. Everlasting youth takes you into its lovely embrace as the affliction freezes you in time. That sounds bad, I know, but you’re frozen in the most beautiful way. A walking, talking human-like ice sculpture of immaculate detail and grace. Your likeness will never fade, and every beholder of your beauty will dance at your command.
By J.S. Daniel2 years ago in Fiction
To Die For
I think I made a mistake by telling Rebecca I used to be suicidal. Not the most alluring of topics to address with someone you’ve only been dating for a little over a month. But she asked me what was on my mind and I promised her I would never lie to her. An argument can be made that omitting things isn’t being untruthful, but it still didn’t sit right with me. In any case, I’m surprised we’re still continuing down this road to a relationship.
By J.S. Daniel3 years ago in Humans
