Jori T. Sheppard
I love stories. They are the difference between loving this world and me leaving it. As I seek them, I create them in the time I have between. My goal is to create excellent content and though I’m not there yet, I’m still working on it
Earth: the planet past the END
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say and they are absolutely correct because that space ship is not making any noise at all. It's only flying past a farming planet at the slowest, joltiest pace possible.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window…that is until the truck tore right past the cabin, blew out the candle, and clipped the shingle. Rocking 50 in a road that hadn’t been driven on for years, it rolled down the end of the driveway, through a clump of trees and onto the right road where it nearly crashed into the campsite check in hut. It then tore down the road, past other cars in single parking spaces in front of dirt parks covered in other people’s garbage. It turned and twisted down the road, its raised body bouncing over potholes and uprooted asphalt. It then pulled into a single campsite at the very end and roared to a stop.
In Serpent Tongue
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley… and for a reason. How the poorest community in Ulisper city kept their skies clear was what the stranger in white was there to discover. For there just happened to be one that soared nonchalantly over the Valley.