Luke M. Curren
Bio
An amateur wordsmith trying to make a name for himself one way or another.
Stories (11/0)
Snowfall
The scene laid out before her was one she could never get tired of. Cottages homes and storefronts on either side of her were blanketed in several inches of fresh, heavy snow. The little hamlet was deep into their winter season, the winter solstice just around the corner. The woman always regarded this as her favorite time of the year, without peer.
By Luke M. Curren2 years ago in Fiction
Keymaster's Gate
“Kira, go for it!” Acknowledging the signal, Kira reached for the item dangling from a chain around her neck. With no time to consider pulling it over her head, she yanked, the silver chain snapping as she pulled the relic free, ignoring the slight pain that the ripping of the chain left on the back of her neck.
By Luke M. Curren2 years ago in Fiction
Alchemical Assasin
The city was never quiet, even in the dead of the night, but Wayne found his peace in other ways. When he wasn’t in his workshop, he often found himself atop the roof of nearby buildings, watching the passage of people go by as the days dragged on. Though It did get boring he had to admit.
By Luke M. Curren2 years ago in Fiction
The Rune Sage
Callum ducked, a crossbow bolt whizzing over his head. He gave a short whistle in appreciation for the accuracy of the shot. It would have taken him right through the throat, had he been a fraction slower. He whipped around, the intricate tattoo etched into the palm of his hand glowing white. The white ink of the tattoo stood out starkly against his dark skin.
By Luke M. Curren2 years ago in Fiction
The Raven
The Raven The sound and power of the engine rumbled through Cain’s bones, a familiar and oddly comfortable feeling. With a sigh of relief, he pulled himself free of the inner workings of his vessel, glad the complicated machine was still operable. The thing wasn’t new, but it wasn’t exactly ancient either. Cain liked to call it a classic.
By Luke M. Curren2 years ago in Futurism
Deadly Beauty
Deadly Beauty Alysa watched the night skies above her, filled with streaking lines of varying color. Hundreds and thousands of meteors scored the sky, each a different color than the last. The phenomena created a latticework of rainbow lines, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
By Luke M. Curren2 years ago in Futurism
Just a Man
Just a Man Markus spat out a mouthful of blood, and one of his teeth wanted to follow. Standing with a grunt, he checked himself. Limbs, check. Arteries, check. Bones? A few ribs were out, but nothing that wouldn’t heal on its own. All in all, he had survived.
By Luke M. Curren2 years ago in Fiction
First Mate
First Mate The wheel half his own height spun left, no man holding it down. Harper lunged for the abandoned wheel, desperately trying to hold it still. The wood slipped in his hands, rain pouring over the deck of the Broadwater. He tried not to step on the corpse at his feet.
By Luke M. Curren2 years ago in Fiction
Shifting Tides
Shifting Tides The deck rolled beneath Ian’s feet as he got out of his bed, and his stomach answered in kind. If he hadn’t signed a three-year contract, he would have been off of this vessel long ago. Never before had he been in a more uncomfortable environment in his life, and he wanted to stand on solid land once more, more than anything else in his life.
By Luke M. Curren3 years ago in Horror
Two of Hearts
It’s felt like generations, but I knew it had only been four years since comms were cut. Four years of chaos, confusion, and the downfall of our entire small world. I sighed as I gazed at my surroundings, the place I’d come to call home, or something of the sort. Exposed wires and pipes, their purposes long lost to me, snaked across the concrete walls, all eventually leading back to the bulkhead that served as my home’s entrance.
By Luke M. Curren3 years ago in Futurism