John Iluno
Bio
I have a secret to tell: I write sometimes
Stories (10/0)
The Dark Sweet El
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Its fire shone like an infant light newly born into darkness and traipsed like a redbird caged by its dimness. Arcane, quiet, and dreary, it danced on a wick like it was ignorant of the world's mysteries.
By John Iluno2 years ago in Horror
Drunkard
There weren't always dragons in the valley. The Voice of Death had swamped the moon mountains and killed thousands of livestock. It crossed the Co'bak rivers and spread like a disease until all that was left were dead animals, yoleans (insect dragons with many legs that fed on dead b0dies), and hungry dragons.
By John Iluno2 years ago in Fiction
The Night Watcher vs. The Owl
Chapter 1: My Dream Home I was called a willow child; a boy born to survive. My unique ability to always survive, when others did not, made me the willow tree of our hometown. Oliver never told me why, but I suspect it has something to do with our mother and the day I was born.
By John Iluno2 years ago in Criminal
Adam's Apple
In the silent hours of the day and the chorus minutes of the night, I have craved nothing more than to grow up. I have watched as men and women walked past me, and conversed with certainty, that their growth had reached its peak. I have learned their ways and christened their beliefs.
By John Iluno2 years ago in Fiction
Adam's Apple
In the silent hours of the day and the chorus minutes of the night, I have craved nothing more than to grow up. I have watched as men and women walked past me, and conversed with certainty that their growth had reached its peak. I have learned their ways and christened their beliefs.
By John Iluno2 years ago in Families
