Jeffrey Allison
Bio
Grew up in Oregon on the bay where I learn to seek adventure in life as my parents got divorce. Travelled the Americas to learn more and be vocal on it all.
Stories (60/0)
Every Night at Midnight!
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. She looked up from the yellow grass to see her fate, but as we know the clouds were never meant to be purple. The sacrifice was still too much for her to bear. The circle in the cave unbroken and undone. His magic spelt all over to open it than his body to close it. Past the fog she had to go to remember him amongst the rocks. They had danced around him for not to long, him and her, the dark twins of the night. He battled with his sword, but the sacrifice was complete.
By Jeffrey Allisonabout a year ago in Fiction
It Hasn't Happened, Yet.
"Vlad, don't go!" She cried. "I have to." He said sadly. He rushed out the door with the armies coming, but what could he do in his darkness? The sacrifice he made to when the evil possessed the land. He looked and saw the dark shadow of the moon run across the land. The armies as turned red with black around. The armies clanked there swords on the ground as the ran towards victory.
By Jeffrey Allisonabout a year ago in Fiction
300 West Street
It was early in the morning, he had just got dropped off by the driver that picked him up. The day was almost over for him as he made it in. There wear a few cars broke down as he was hiking along the desert and canyon ridge. He had not made it to the gorge, yet. He needed to take photos along the trail to make. It was just winter and spring was coming. He needed for sales, but he would make it for the year. The danger was coming on him or at least the feeling of it.
By Jeffrey Allisonabout a year ago in Horror
The Night Not Thought of ...
The air had felt different, the night, was it colder to them? The feeling in the air wanted the to hide under their covers. They knew of the dangers if tradition not followed, but who could believe in it? They were just a younger couple that made it rougher on them and those around. They didn't mean to be. The feeling of fear consumed them into themselves. They lived, so evil through the year thinking only God can judge. Never thought they would worry another into their dreams, never to think they could scare the worst to defend itself.
By Jeffrey Allisonabout a year ago in Horror
Holiday Struggles
In another part of "High Psychic" I embrace mental health once, again. This time I am taking on the holidays in all holiday spirit. The prices, the happiness and the stress in it all. We can not turn our backs on those who can't survive it. The mental strain turns to much on the day to day basis and with the holidays approaching we get put back into the hole. I know I have my fair share of family with mental health .One of those that has to be careful with their loved ones. How many of us has the same situation in this? We all can laugh over the strain and stress it is, but must take this seriously enough to not push over the edge. Christmas and other holidays that lay in tradition beat us every year that grows heavier and heavier. Looking on some dot orgs here is some facts we have. With what we all know as unrealistic expectation, financial pressures we all face it lays, too heavily upon us. While we pray for to God and celebrate his birth or in the religion we follow. We don't know how much we can make it through, but we always have that feeling as our loved ones go into it that we will survive it.
By Jeffrey Allisonabout a year ago in Psyche
Through Blinding Sun
She felt it more and more, as she carried on her way. She was still shocked in all of what she had seen through the visions he gave of creation. Watching him battle Querzazlcoatl was mind blowing to her. The fights she had been in was none to compare of those from Tezcatlipoca. It had been to long in her mind. Since, she was able to practice in the last world. She was remembering her new adventure the help he needed to get to the shining city. She was told about the city of gold El Dorado, but it wasn't that it was what was in it. Fruit of everlasting life that could heal a God, from passing on from deathly wounds.Tezcatlipoca was wounded, too far from his last bout with Querzazlcoatl. She needed to find it, and find it quick. Her strengths would get her through the land and be able to battle. She had her sword, shield and whip on her side. The map and supplies in a sack around her that strung between her breast. Her armor was solid and skirt had iron upon it. She needed a horse of some kind, something to to ride to quicken her journey. It would take time to pass through the trees of rain and forward to El Dorado. How much she had no clue? She needed to make camp, but where? The sun was going down, she had to rest for the evening.
By Jeffrey Allisonabout a year ago in Fiction
Trail's Hike
He walked along the pathway that was marked. The creek was beside him as he slowed his way. Snakes were all around, but non-venomous. He was careful not to get bit. He need to eat the sun was drawing down as he found a campsite near him. He had caught a mid aged shake took the meat, but keep the skin intact. The head was clean off of it. He was full he needed to bath in the small creek behind him. He saw her in the water bare. Her caramel skin under the moon. The water barely revealed her tattoo. Her nipples were big, round, and hard. His mouth watered from it. He knew not why, but knew he had to come closer to her. He was bare, too.
By Jeffrey Allisonabout a year ago in Filthy
The Fortress's Pathway
The Morning was dark as he saw the stone dripping from the fog below him. He could think nothing else. His papers sat in he's backpack. The letter's he would carry through, the Stories he could tell in from it the excitement was there. All he could think about was her eyes, the blue tears from an angel. He would get back to her soon A half a months trip, than a train ride. The feel of her skin still on him. The smell of her hair. He could still for her shake from him. Now it was could, her warmth from him. Work was all he had. while the forest around watched him.
By Jeffrey Allisonabout a year ago in Fiction