Malcolm Roach
Stories (15/0)
A Whole Day
¶ The clock above the door read 10:02. ¶ As Mr. Sorin, the geography teacher, rambled on about some tristate area half a country away, Jake stared at the blackboard, trying to make sense of the map. The teacher, in his brilliance, had drawn the map sideways, with the compass to North pointing lazilily off to the right. Indeed, the teacher had gone the extra mile to turn the N into a Z, to match the orientation.
By Malcolm Roach16 days ago in Fiction
Clone Agent: The Story that convinced me to write.
The first story I remember writing was from back when I was 9 or 10. It was a very well thought out and invested piece, with carefully crafted characters and settings... that I'd "borrowed" from other pieces of ficiton.
By Malcolm Roach9 months ago in Writers
Sometimes, Good Guys Lose
When I was a teen, I got into the Pendragon series, by D.J. MacHale. Spoilers below, you've been warned. The series follows Bobby Pendragon, a teenage boy who is uprooted from his idyllic life to travel with his "Uncle" to different worlds, solving issues and thwarting plots by the evil Saint Dane. While it's not lighthearted, it starts off as a simple episodic journey, where the good guys thwart the villain, and follow him to his next scheme. But as the series progresses, the themes slowly get darker and darker.
By Malcolm Roach9 months ago in BookClub
Sleeping Dogs: Chapter II
Image by Craiyon When Tom woke up, everything felt strangely... normal. As if the previous day hadn't happened. Or if it were some bizarre dream. After he put on his shirt and overalls, and as he was putting on his socks, he looked out his still dark window, towards the village. Hills of the valley were tinged grey with pre-dawn light, and the black shape of Kinvale was still fast asleep. If Tom squinted, he thought he could see the rough shape of The Cobalt Knight's dragon, Zetreus, sleeping just outside the south gate. But with everything muddled in shadows, he couldn't be sure.
By Malcolm Roach10 months ago in Fiction
Sleeping Dogs: The First Knight
Many years ago... "Long Ago, and far away from our little valley, there was a land shrouded in eternal mists. Strange creatures roamed this land, hunting any humans that wandered into their domain. Yet, they too were hunted, for in this land another, greater creature roamed. The beat of its wings was like thunder, and its roar like an earthquake! Its breath could ignite forests, and its eyes gleamed with a fierce fire!"
By Malcolm Roach2 years ago in Fiction