Joel Gray III
Stories (6/0)
Seeker's Shadows
In the midst of an open plain, beneath a cloudless night sky, within a restless slumber, what once was a man dreamed. Amongst fevered tossing and turning, wallowing over the tall grasses, he mumbled, "My queen...." What was a dream became something more…memory. As the dream/memory went on, the thrashing started. The thrashing soon gave rise to cries. The cries gave way to blessed wakefulness. The waking dream where nothing mattered, save one thing.
By Joel Gray III3 years ago in Horror
The Rose and the Stone
High up on a cliff a large stone slumbered. The wind passed by this day, gathering up to itself the small specks of soil the stone rested upon. On their way they went with the wind, each beginning a new journey, enough of them that the sleeping stone was dislodged from his bed to begin one of his own.
By Joel Gray III3 years ago in Earth
Figures
Malcolm watched the man across from him with a detached sense of amusement. He was bored; any entertainment was welcome. This guy had raised enough ruckus to pull his attention away from his phone, basically sprinting into the subway car and using his momentum to make a hard left by grasping the bar at the door and swinging/sliding into the bench seat next to it. Whereupon he proceeded to strike up a cigarette while sitting directly beneath the very obvious no smoking sign.
By Joel Gray III3 years ago in Criminal