Nathan Charles
Bio
Enjoy writing sci fi, fantasy, lgbtq fiction, poetry, and memoirs!
Stories (39/0)
The Tooth Fairy
One “MOMMY!” Jessickha screamed. Jessickha’s mother rushed into the room to find Jesickha huddled in the corner furthest from her closet. She had tears and snot streaking her face. Her eyes were horror-struck, stuck wide open and staring at the deep darkness of her closet. Jessickha’s mother rushed across the room and cradled her daughter, “What is it? What’s wrong!?”
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Fiction
The Wood
The Wood One TODAY WAS A WEIRD DAY. There was a strange tension in the town. Superstition had that affect on the village. People who often sat on their front stoop, watching as other villagers walked by, were inside. They were closing their shutters. There weren’t even clothes hanging out on the line. It was a perfect day for drying clothes outside.
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Fiction
Justice
HIS NAME WAS JUSTICE — WHAT A FUCKING STUPID NAME. He hated it! What were his parents thinking? Some hippy-dippy liberals high on weed and other drugs at his conception — and his birth, no doubt. Now, they were strict as a military barracks! Don’t wear eyeliner. Boys don’t wear eyeliner. No hanging out with friends on a school night. No eating in bed. Wipe off the toilet seat if you piss on it and for God’s sake put the toilet seat down! And don’t forget your hoodie!
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Fiction
The Butcher of Choice Cuts
THE BUTUCHER IS OBSSESSED WITH HIS WORK! He loved cutting up meat and providing for the people. He didn’t mind the mess or stink that came with his work. He swore, at this point, that he was immune to it. Blood splattered aprons had become his comfort wear. He owned the most famous shop in town called Choice Cuts. People came from all over to pay him for his services.
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Fiction
Eden
One THERE’S A PLACE WHERE A LITTLE GIRL WITH DARK BLACK HAIR PLAYS WITH A BUTTERFLY. The beautiful insect lands on the tip of her finger and flutters its rainbow-colored wings. Some of the scales reflect the light, giving it a magical glow. The little girl smiles. Then the butterfly flutters away.
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Fiction
The Vigil
Introduction: Story as old as time, the old man teaching a younger man some skill or talent. This might strike a little closer to home as it's about a grandfather teaching his grandson how to survive. This story came about after I read the synopsis of a story in a bookstore recently of monster hunters set in Victorian Era England. I imagined them running around with lanterns to light their way and non-tech weapons. Kind of along the lines of old vampire novels where the hunters used stake and hammer. This is that story.
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Fiction
The Well of Ascension Review
Synopsis: The impossible has been accomplished. The Lord Ruler—the man who claimed to be god incarnate and brutally ruled the world for a thousand years—has been vanquished. But Kelsier, the hero who masterminded that triumph, is dead too, and now the awesome task of building a new world has been left to his young protégé, Vin, the former street urchin who is now the most powerful Mistborn in the land, and to the idealistic young nobleman she loves.
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Geeks
Galedron
THE AFTERNOON WAS FRIGID. It was always cold, ever since the Metal Fathers threw the world out of balance. The sun was a soft glow above the thin white clouds that crawled across the sky. Snow fell almost constantly. Trees, reduced to branches with twigs, stuck out of the white, like bone fingers across the expanse. Further on there was a forest of evergreens, that still held onto their needles. They offered some color to the ever-present white.
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Fiction
Stalk
THE PARK WAS QUIET, SAVE FOR A FEW BIRDS STILL RESTLESSLY CHIRPING. It sounded like maybe there was a raccoon rooting through the trash. It was the only place that she could think to bring him. He promised he wasn’t going to freak out. The background noise of rock music could be heard back at the trailer park. The streetlight was flickering.
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Fiction