Medusa Stone
Bio
I am a Spanish author with a passion for human rights and all the untold stories of this world. Through my writing I try to bring awareness, heart and a little entertainment to those trying to escape reality.
Stories (7/0)
The Man With the Sun in His Chest
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, and when there were, we found peace in their presence, for dragons have long been the teachers of wisdom and patience. Many lessons can be learnt from these creatures of fire and air. When one has a burning fire deep within them, they can become easily consumed, it takes true patience and empathy to cool the flame and act through kindness. Creatures of such immortality experience first-hand the destructive nature of ones own inner flame, the raw power and potential stored in a single wild spark can ignite a whole nation. one misguided thought or impulsive action can ruin all that one holds dear and precious in their heart.
By Medusa Stone2 years ago in Fiction
Son of Earl
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley; there wasn't always misery and darkness, at least, not in my life. My name is Aro, son of Earl, and I was the third of 5 children, living in a small farm on the outskirts of my village. My father was a baker and, although we didn’t have much, we never really went hungry, there was an abundance of love and respect in our humble little home and for that I am grateful. I suppose, however, like every other lad my age, I could take things for granted, I threw the occasional tantrum, and dreamed that my life was full of glory and adventure, like the tales we heard of in the old folk lore.
By Medusa Stone2 years ago in Fiction
Son of Earl
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley; there weren´t always misery and darkness, at least, not in my life. My name is Aro, son of Earl, and I was the third of 5 children, living in a small farm on the outskirts of my village. My father was a baker and, although we didn’t have much, we never went hungry and there was love and respect in our humble home. I suppose, like every other lad my age, I took everything for granted at the time, threw an occasional tantrum, and dreamed with the life of glory and adventure we only heard of from old folks’ tales.
By Medusa Stone2 years ago in Fiction
Shadow of a world
Dark grey skies haunt the heavens above; death consumes the surrounding air, stalking me, chasing me, like a never-ending hunt. How could he do this to us? To me? Why would anyone create a masterpiece if they are just going to destroy it? A moment of weakness strikes me. My dehydrating body somehow manages to release a tear of pure salt; I wouldn’t dare waste moisture on a pathetic emotion. My aching arms drop to the floor, crushing the dead remains of nature, a shadow of the once vibrant wildlife surrounds my corpse-like figure. A silent scream escapes my mouth. What’s the point?
By Medusa Stone3 years ago in Fiction
My little, brittle friend
Dark grey skies haunt the heavens above; death consumes the surrounding air, stalking me, chasing me, like a never-ending hunt. How could he do this to us? To me? Why would anyone create a masterpiece if they are just going to destroy it? A moment of weakness strikes me. My dehydrating body somehow manages to release a tear of pure salt; I wouldn’t dare waste moisture on a pathetic emotion. My aching arms drop to the floor, crushing the dead remains of nature, a shadow of the once vibrant wildlife surrounds my corpse-like figure. A silent scream escapes my mouth. What’s the point?
By Medusa Stone3 years ago in Earth
Unfinished
March 12, 2021. The long-awaited day. Today I dare to say that luck, or perhaps my never-before recognized gifts, could change my life. Today is the day I dial the foreign number belonging to the child I haven't seen for far too long... For as long as, there’s not only a legal jargon keeping us apart, but also the abysmal distance between two non-allied countries. Not to mention the restrictions of a pandemic and a sum of money I never manage to save, but that would solve everything... Because money opens doors, oh yes, it doesn’t buy happiness they say, but it surely buys those who can give it to you. For years I’ve tried to buy mine but, after endless dreams and unfulfilled promises, thousands of hours worked and 20 books published without the expected success, the $20,000 prize of this literary competition is the only remaining path between my family and me.
By Medusa Stone3 years ago in Families
