Nathan Charles
Bio
Enjoy writing sci fi, fantasy, lgbtq fiction, poetry, and memoirs!
Stories (39/0)
The Eye of the World by: Robert Jordan (review)
Cons: 1. Loooooooooong. And I don't just mean on the size of the book. You can see how long the book is going to be by how thick it is, but there were moments in The Eye of the World where I was praying for something to happen that would keep me interested to keep going forward. Trust me, length of books are not a problem, I read the Stormlight Archive by: Brandon Sanderson. But length, for me, has EVERYTHING to do with keeping me interested. Keeping me wanting to read more or continue. This book lost me a few times. A few too many times in that it took me a year to finish this book. Truth be told, I've tried reading this book twice and listened to the audiobook once. I had to read it twice because the first time, I stopped halfway through and to much time had passed before I picked it up again, so I decided to start over. This second time, I read about three quarters of it and then spent nearly 9 months before I picked it up again -- and FINALLY finished it.
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Geeks
Safe Haven
THE CRASH WAS IMPOSSIBLY LOUD! Mo shook awake, but she wasn’t sure why, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Something told her to hop out of bed — and she padded softly towards the window. There was a light frost covering the fields outside. And there was a light, like a blazing trail across the sky.
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Fiction
The Fall of Andrekka: Harper's Story
HARPER LED THE GIANT MISTGLIDER BY HIS REINS. “Mist protection! Get your mist protection here!” She screamed up and down the street. People were sitting on the stoops of their homes. Merchants set up pop-up shops selling fruits, pots, and jewelry. Harper held her palm flat as a visor above her eyes. She was judging the time by the sun. “You smell anything yet, Spit-tuk?” She asked her animal companion. “There’s gotta be a mist coming soon,” she said to herself. “Get your mist protection here!”
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Fiction
Bully
One SEVENTH GRADE SUCKS! Had I known seventh grade was going to be so different from sixth grade, I would have stayed home. I stood at the end of the sandy driveway, barefoot, waiting for the bus. My desperate attempt at iridescent fishscale trousers were a dull hand-me-down from one of my cousins that lived in Aspen. Too much time had passed, and the sparkle the scales once held were dull now. “They are nearly years ahead the fashion trend in Aspen,” my mother had said as I grumpily put the trousers on. They were tight, and fit well, but they didn’t shine with a kaleidoscope of colors like they were supposed to. Just one more thing to get made fun of about at school. <Ugh! Seventh grade…>
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Fiction
Bully (parts 7 & 8)
Seven: Flashback IT HAD TO BE THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WHEN I HEARD SAIL RISE. I don’t know how I ended up sharing the tent with Sail. The boys considered it a privilege, like I had become his right-hand-man. “River!” Sail hissed. “Come on.” He gestured for me to get up.
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Futurism
Bully (part 6)
Six PLANETARY SCIENCES WAS THE WORST CLASS! I wasn’t prone to falling asleep in class, but this class couldn’t keep me engaged. It was part the material, and possibly a bigger part, the teacher. Mrs. Epans spoke with a dull monotone through each lecture. She was short, stocky, with a sharp angular haircut that was at the length that allowed her black curtains of hair to cover her ears. She wore big ridiculous glasses that magnified her eyes about five times. She was quite comical to look at, but once the giddiness of that faded, it was hard not to hop on the train to Snoozeville.
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Futurism
Bully (part 4 & 5: flashback)
Four: Flashback SUMMERS COULD GET REALLY HOT IN ROG’NAB. And disgustingly humid after the daily rains that foreshadowed hightide. That was why we were all sitting around shirtless, in fishscale shorts, or in Toad’s case; a swimmer’s thong. We’d just gotten done riding squids through the obstacle trails. They were basically abandoned construction sites laced with giant concrete tunnels and some half-built clay structures that our squids could weave in and out of.
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Futurism
Bully (part 3)
Three TRENCH WAS SITTING WITH ME! <Fuck!> I had moved my bag out of the way for him! What was I thinking!? I could feel Sail and his henchfish grow excited. Now they had more material, more ammunition against me. “I’m sorry, is this seat taken?” Trench asked, half-sitting.
By Nathan Charles3 years ago in Futurism