Lyle Alexander Artain
Bio
I'm a writer and artist, striving towards my goals of someday making a DnD inspired book series, two video games, and maybe an awesome affordable apartment building for LGBTQ+ young adults, as i'm also a gay trans man who wants to help.
Stories (2/0)
The Collapse
Worms, cockroaches, roots, and rats. Those are the last remaining things on this planet that can be eaten. We thought it was a myth, that it would go away on its own, that not everyone had to care and contribute. The summers got hotter and the winters became more like spring. The rain stopped falling and the arctic ice melted, flooding Florida and other coastal states. Then the droughts hit as the planet heated up more, whole lakes evaporated and eventually the oceans, leaving nothing but salt and sand. The only freshwater left to drink lay deep beneath the surface. -Diary entry 15 | 6/30/22 | Nico Ashline
By Lyle Alexander Artain3 years ago in Fiction
Unique Situations
Bubbling of a cauldron could be heard in the cave, the sound echoed on the walls and the smoke of the fire clung to the moisture. A woman dressed head to toe in black stirred the contents with a wooden spoon. She wore a long dress and cloak, pointy buckled shoes, and a large floppy hat with a pointed top. She chanted something as she stirred in the last of the ingredients. As her brew started to cook she turned towards the remaining things on the table and cackled "this will make the fire perfect" She tossed some twigs and pine cones into the fire to make it burn and snap, then some rotten eggshells to make it crackle and finally skunk hair and crow feathers to make it smell nice and let the sparks fly. Swiftly the old woman snatched off her hat and started to fan the flames, her scraggly black hair blending into her clothes. Then she saw it, a rogue flame on the other side of the cauldron flying higher than the rest. She hobbled over to it and found the end of her broom burning. Quickly she pulled it away from the fire and stompped on it, putting out the flames. The only thing she managed to save was the handle, all the rush had burned away.
By Lyle Alexander Artain3 years ago in Families
