Luke Foster

Joined June 2021

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Bio

Father. New husband. Wannabe writer.

Achievements (1)

Second Place in Time Capsule Haiku Challenge

Stories (35/0)

The Wizard by the Sea
The sun was cresting over the horizon as the wizard shuffled along the beach. He huffed along as the morning sun warmed his ancient bones, his deep purple robes dragging along behind. The wizard felt every one of his 132 summers as he carried his armful of shells he had harvested from the rock pool. It was an early start to his day, but the shells were at their most potent when infused with moonlight. Besides, he would feel better once he could take a potion of rejuvenation when he got back home.
By Luke Foster6 months ago in Fiction
Step Nine
My grandfather lied to my grandmother, I guess it runs in the family. I'm sure that Dad lied to Mum. Maybe I've been lying to everyone. That's the point of this letter, to stop lying to myself. After all, if you can't be honest with yourself, how can you expect to do it with anyone else?
By Luke Foster6 months ago in Fiction
Soft Landing
I can feel myself falling The wind buffeting me This way and that. I turn as I fall The open and empty sky reminds me Of what could be possible.
By Luke Foster7 months ago in Poets
Love as a Celestial Event
Come and meet me Where galaxies die And hearts collide ---------- Come and dance with me Across supernovas With love that stretches galaxies
By Luke Foster8 months ago in Poets
The Long Night
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Klaus had almost given up hope, the village was on the verge of collapse. But if the candle was lit once more, then that meant she was back.
By Luke Foster8 months ago in Horror
Labyrinth
Liz felt like she had been stuck in this maze for days. She didn't even remember what it was she came in for. Luckily she was able to gain sustenance or she didn't know if she would have been able to go on.
By Luke Foster9 months ago in Fiction
90 Minutes in Rome
The fourth morning of a Mediterranean cruise, our ship pulls into Civitavecchia. From Parma to Corsica the week has started great. The ship is not a luxury cruiser, but has more than enough facilities for the evenings and the day at sea to get to the first port. But the highlight of the week is about to begin. This port is less than 40 miles from Rome.
By Luke Foster9 months ago in Wander
Hunted
There weren't always Dragons in the valley. That was a simpler time, A safer time. -------------------- His breath came in ragged, stabbing bursts, and his lungs burned with every step. The undergrowth rustled around his feet and occasionally snagging on the hem of his robes. His spindly legs pumped as he navigated through the trees.
By Luke Foster10 months ago in Fiction
The Worst Night
As usual for a Friday night, Amanda and her work friends were at O'Connells bar, downing drinks and trying to unwind from the working week just finished. As typical young city professionals they were loud and somewhat obnoxious, but so were most of the bar. God knows how the bar staff put up with it.
By Luke Foster11 months ago in Fiction
Gainful Employment
6th April 1912 9am Steven stepped off the bus and stretched in the early morning light. He had traveled for a day from Yorkshire down to Southampton, and the last leg from London had set off in the early hours of the morning.
By Luke Foster12 months ago in Fiction
Spring is Sprung
At first, there was darkness. The roundness of my form compressed tight. I can feel the open space above me, but for now, I sit and wait.
By Luke Fosterabout a year ago in Poets
A "Disturbed" Top Ten
Going off the back of a prompt provided at Vocal Writing Prompts, it brought me back to an idea I'd had a couple of years ago. A rock night, that caters exclusively to the patrons of that evening, with a centralized theme of one band, played throughout the night.
By Luke Fosterabout a year ago in Beat