Nathanael John Highben
Bio
Hello, I am an amateur writer and artist from Ohio. I hope you enjoy my stories!
Stories (4/0)
The sounds of Water
The Sound of Water To Violet, the sound started off as pleasant as a whisper could, and in a way, a calming one. It would drift in and out of her ears and mind effortlessly. When she first started to hear it, Violet didn’t know that the soft sound only came at her loneliest times.
By Nathanael John Highben2 years ago in Fiction
My Dearest Ezra
My Dearest Ezra By: Nathanael Highben To my dearest Ezra, This might very well be the last opportunity I have to write to you. Reading that to myself, it almost sounds sad. But we know that somber sentence holds a happier tune for you and me, right? The days are growing ever darker, and since the accident it has been hard to find a helping hand. People are not as caring as they once were, in this world without color. I keep moving from place to place, just like you said, but it is getting more difficult. It seems every other second my thoughts find a way to drift to you. Each day I get closer to where you are, it is as if I can feel you. This heart-shaped locket you gave me bounces faintly on my chest each time I take a step. Your little magic amulet.
By Nathanael John Highben3 years ago in Fiction
The Lacquered Locket
The Lacquered Locket By Nathanael John Highben Ezra did not mind the way the world had turned out. It had been 7 years since life ended and something strange, beautiful, and wild had begun. Earth was behind it all in the end. First of the catastrophes was the satellites falling from the sky. When everything that was floating above finally came down, Mother Earth stopped providing in other ways. There was no more oil, coal, or crops to be had. The world suffered a 5-year draught, and that was about how long it took for supplies of oil and gas to run dry too.
By Nathanael John Highben3 years ago in Fiction
