Nathaniel-Writes
Bio
I'm a father, a husband, a son, a brother, and a friend. As long as I can remember, I have also been a storyteller. I have begun to hone the craft of writing to share my stories. I want to share the worlds I create. Nathaniel-Writes.com
Stories (13/0)
Exploring
Recently, I have been exploring. I have not been swinging from tree tops and looking at sunsets in distant lands over strange emerald cliffs. I have not gone to a new art gallery nor have I ventured down a previously unfamiliar walking trail. I have not been listening to new music or going to visit new businesses, and I have not started a new book, though I ought to. No, I have done none of these things that one might normally associate with exploring. Instead, I have been exploring the wonderful world of how to pay my bills.
By Nathaniel-Writesabout a year ago in Humans
The Mesmer-Ring
The ring was beautiful. I'd never seen anything quite like it. It was a shimmering display of opalescent lines that danced in the dark with a slight warmth. When I first saw it, I'd brought it into the light, hoping it would brandish an even more mystical brilliance there. But, as soon as I did this, the ring reverted to a dull pewter finish with no more brilliance or seeming significance than some cheap ring I might have gotten out of a child's vending machine.
By Nathaniel-Writesabout a year ago in Fiction
A Night At The Aquarium
“What’s the point of this big ol’ aquarium if you ain’t got no fishes?” Sigmund asked as he swept a hand through his long, dark hair, brushing it back under his cap. He was an imposing man with dark features and rather broad-set shoulders, which had made him exceptionally good at what he did. He had been known as a thief, strongman, and a bruiser but Sigmund's favorite self-proclaimed title was muscle for hire. He wore simple clothes, a dark sweater, and darker pants.
By Nathaniel-Writesabout a year ago in Fiction
Nogard The Dragon
The rush of wind swept the cold air through the tree tops as Nogard eased his wings and settled into his forest. It was early, the sun just beginning to peek above the distant hillsides that edged the wonderful and ancient woodlands that the great dragon called home. Nogard, who knew most trees in this forest by name, moved his moss-colored body with exact precision. Each step was delicately placed with forethought and each talon sunk into the dirt knowing which roots lay beneath the old forest and how to avoid harming them.
By Nathaniel-Writesabout a year ago in Fiction
Nogard The Dragon
The rush of wind swept the cold air through the tree tops as Nogard eased his wings and settled into his forest. It was early, the sun just beginning to peek above the distant hillsides that edged the wonderful and ancient woodlands that the great dragon called home. Nogard, who knew most trees in this forest by name, moved his moss-colored body with exact precision. Each step was delicately placed with forethought and each talon sunk into the dirt knowing which roots lay beneath the old forest and how to avoid harming them.
By Nathaniel-Writesabout a year ago in Fiction
Paradesia Lost
Vera smiled and gave a pronounced wave of her hand as she stepped out onto the palace balcony. With a roar, cheers from the crowded square below rose at her presence. There was a sweet scent in the air, but it seemed sickly to her. Her thoughts bore a tremendous burden, one she hid well behind her smiling veneer.
By Nathaniel-Writes2 years ago in Fiction
