Kelly Belmont
Bio
I have been writing for more than 20 years. Fantasy, Mystery, Romance, Children's, YA, Adult. I've dabbled in a bit of everything. My daily life is spent as a wife and training coordinator for a finacial institution.
Stories (19/0)
Moving
On a 30-year-old piece of yellowed paper, printed on a dot matrix printer, is the first "story" I ever wrote. It's only seven lines long. Written by an 8-year-old, the most impressive thing about it is that all of the words are spelled correctly. It wasn't even written for a "writing" assignment. I wrote it in computer class.
By Kelly Belmont8 months ago in Writers
Dragon Age: Inquisition - Critique
Every choice you make matters. Build alliances. Foster romance. Even make enemies. The slightest misstep can change the entire course of the game. Though the game is nearly a decade old, its immersive, interactive nature continues to draw players old and new. Every playthrough is different.
By Kelly Belmont8 months ago in Critique
The Stone of Virtue: Part 4
The pain came first, searing, burning, and pounding right between her eyes. Then noise, first a ringing in her ears, then muffled as if under water, finally load and clear. It was the forest—the chirping of birds, the buzzing of insects, and someone calling her name.
By Kelly Belmont9 months ago in Chapters
- Top Story - August 2023
The Stone of VirtueTop Story - August 2023
The sun peeked over the horizon as Rose made her way into town. Morning dew clung to the grass, but already the scent of warm earth hung in the air. She passed people here and there, some collecting eggs from rickety coops, others trying not to slosh buckets of milk on the ground before getting them inside. No one spoke or offered so much as a nod in her direction.
By Kelly Belmont9 months ago in Chapters
The Stone of Virtue Part 2
The afternoon sun beamed down from a cloudless sky. Rose seethed as a trickle of sweat met the fresh stripe on her back. Leon’s whip had flown the moment they’d left Fowler’s sight. When Leon’s arm grew tired, she was sent to tend the field as he fetched new eggs himself. Though the heat of the day inclined Rose to pull back her long red hair, she left it loose. Her eyes burned and nose ran from crying, she’d rather boil than let them know they’d affected her so.
By Kelly Belmont9 months ago in Chapters
Auntie's secret mission
My car sits silently in the cul-de-sac. 7:32. I should be done already, but she’s running late today. If she doesn’t leave soon, she’ll be late for work. Just as I start to feel antsy the garage door opens. I instinctively lean back in my seat despite being concealed by tinted windows. Furthermore, in her hurried state, she’s not likely to see me from four houses away and across the street.
By Kelly Belmont10 months ago in Fiction
The Pull
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. The face looked like mine: same green eyes, same thin nose, same plump lips. She even wore my favorite lip gloss - a perfect mix of pink and brown. I raised my hand, and she followed. We both ran our hands through our wavy brown hair.
By Kelly Belmontabout a year ago in Horror
