Justin Beebe
Bio
I've been an avid writer for a long time but scrapped plot after plot. I'm currently working on my first novel and am using this space to release bottle and interlude chapters.
Stories (2/0)
The Belly of the Beast
Rain loved her name. It rained often in Meeran and she was often in it, running here and there throughout the city. She had become accustomed to being called things other than her given name of course. Most of the time they were expletives or broad assumptions like ‘little boy’. It wasn’t common to see a young female Lithegar messenger in the city, and her outward appearance didn’t help her any. She was small for her age. At eighteen she had the youthful build of an adolescent, half the height of most men her age but less delicate than most women. Her rosy cheeks were well hidden by the soot that plagued the corners of the poor districts in Meeran; but that only made her golden eyes stand out all the more. The combination of her stature and unmistakable eye color had kept her in the illegal messenger profession for longer than she should have been.
By Justin Beebe2 years ago in Fiction
Fall of Gods
Jokaar sat cross-legged at the base of a waterfall, the sound deafening him. It was a nice change from the deafening silence he had endured traversing the back passageways of the Allfaang, the underground world beneath the country of Vassak. He’d stopped speaking to Bede days ago after she’d brought him to their third dead end in the depths of Torvaat. Their clandestine operation had them traveling all over the country in search of an ancient artifact, but Jokaar had found it harder and harder to travel beside someone who had been grating on his last nerve every few hours.
By Justin Beebe2 years ago in Fiction
