Lamar Wiggins
Bio
Creative writer in the Northeast US who loves the paranormal, mystery, true crime, horror, humor, fantasy and poetry. Take a chance, you'll be thoroughly entertained.
"Life is Love Experienced" -LW
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Stories (193/0)
Polluxian-Descent
Chapter 1 The Devil Inside "Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say... Is this along the same lines as: If a tree falls in the woods and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? No! they are completely different but let's take a look at this for a moment. Sound cannot not travel in a vacuum, but that doesn't mean the person who screams can't briefly hear him or herself as the last molecules of breath are forced out of their lungs. Sadly, we may never know because that person wouldn't survive to tell the tale. All we would see is every drop of blood vacate their pores right before their body bloats and expands twice its size. They will then freeze to death, becoming a floating piece of space junk for all eternity... Similarly, if no one is there to hear a tree fall, does it make a sound? Of course it makes a sound, but this also can't be proven. How can you prove a sound was made if no one was there to hear it? It seems that parts of life depend solely on our observations in order for something to be perceived as real. Don't get me started on that!"
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
Velocity
If you board the wrong train, it is no use running along the corridor in the other direction. -Dietrich Bonhoeffer *** Knowledge is one of those words that can aid in the development of the mind and enhance confidence, or it can disrupt understanding and destroy the confidence you've built of your own truth. Our tendency to abruptly react to perceivable images can often lead to undesirable results. Just like the time when Shelly found herself on a speeding train...
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
"Run!"
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Chaddy Parsons lived in the cabin back in the early 70s. He was adamantly determined to stay off the grid... After choosing a location in the outskirts of Poplar Bluff Missouri he laboriously built the cabin over the course of two, long, hate-filled years.
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Horror
The Doppelgänger
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Marcus jumped over logs and ducked under branches as he ran through the moonlit forest. He needed to find his way out of this nightmarish trap. His thoughts of guilt tried to distract him from the task at hand. Only his determination to escape, superseded the freshly engraved images of terror circulating in his mind.
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Horror
Gifts for the Maynkar
Chapter 1 A search for survival There weren't always dragons in the valley — A prophetic phrase that lingers in the defeated minds of bold material seekers who improperly came to power from stolen fears. This tale of justice is complex in its origin but begs to be told. The consequence behind the Dragon's judgment is no longer a painted myth...
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
The Eternal Flame of Ockris
Prologue There weren't always dragons in the valley. Legend states that in the year 1329 the first dragon ever was created by Brendlich, an Alchemist Wizard from the chambers of Gladistine who was hell-bent on becoming a maker. In a large obsidian cauldron, they say he combined the eyes and tail of a lizard with the heart and talons of a falcon. He then added the wings of a vampirous bat and mixed it all with the blood of 3 orcs. Lastly, he carefully sprinkled the brew with a few smidgeons of faerie dust — he would churn it for many hours. After the mixture began to bubble and steam, he conjured the power of the Master Spirits for that necessary vital spark required to initiate life. In seven days, the resulting creation emerged from the thick, simmering, reddish black and putrefied liquid. Unique in its design, wicked in its appearance, it slithered its way out on to the cold, damp and mossy brick floor. Its birth cry was more piercing than that of a thousand Coracks screeching at the same time; it would be heard several miles away in every direction. Brendlich called the savage animal Draco, lord of the dark skies. The Master Spirits gifted upon it the hellacious power of fire; efficient and volatile, it could burn, scorch, melt or vaporize anything within a single breath. In just two years, the Draco grew an astonishing twenty times its original size of a Brangus bull. As one Draco became two and two became three, a race of them were called Dragons. Many names have been given to the different breeds that existed but Dragons they are and Dragons they remain. They continue the honor of being the most feared creatures in all of Xanthapy.
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction